Karma husband [rebirth]

The inner house of the Duke's Mansion has been evacuated, but the funeral ceremony is still held outside.Xiangyun's head was brought back, and the funeral went on as usual.

But in the old courtyard, Ling Han and others stepped into the door just after they came back, before they even had time to drink, they heard the sound of Desheng's return from behind, someone looking for the son.

Ling Han didn't even think about it after hearing this, and directly refused, "Just say that this son is in the way, and it's inconvenient to see guests."

He lowered his head and stroked his chest lightly, his complexion becoming paler.

It has been three days since Xitang mansion beheaded the guards who killed Xiangyun.

Ling Han closed his eyes, he needs a good rest.

"My lord, that man is determined to see you. If he can't see you...he will barge in." Desheng stepped forward, suppressing the doubt in his eyes, and replied cautiously.After the incident at the Ling's ancestral hall, Ling Han's temperament changed drastically. As Desheng's personal attendant, he could see it most clearly, feeling uneasy and hinting at a little happiness.

"No, the prince will go to see you last time. This is in the Duke's Mansion..." Meng Xian said hesitantly, with a trace of unpredictable pressure in his eyes. In the Duke's Mansion, this person is going to force his way in , it can be seen that the status is not low.

"Change."

Ling Han lowered his head, looked at his blood-stained purple shirt, and nodded obediently.

The funeral of the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion has turned into a big funeral for the maidservant. This incident is afraid that it will cause a sensation in the entire imperial capital.

Most people think that Ling Guogong is out of his mind, but those who know the inside story definitely don't think so.

At this time, what is the purpose of the person who insists on coming to see him?

Entering the house, Desheng hurriedly stepped forward and took out the prince's usual fine clothes, Ling Han walked in two steps, stood up straight, stretched his arms, and waited quietly for changing.

"This arm injury?" Desheng asked tentatively, observing his expression.

"Let them bandage."

Ling Han said as he pushed away the moon-white gown in Desheng's hand, and with a slanted finger, he pointed at the dark cloud brocade short gown, "I want that one."

Desheng was stunned for a moment, glanced at Ling Han suspiciously, and was a little startled in his heart. In the past, he didn't have such ideas. He usually wore whatever he wore. What's more, this month's white robe was his favorite. Wearing this dress makes me feel better.

The doctor came over at this time, bandaged Ling Han, and retreated.

Ling Han glanced at his bandaged arm meaningfully, and sneered silently.

He stretched out his arms in front of Desheng, and ordered lightly, "Take two straps and wrap your arms around each."

Desheng did not respond to his orders, so he took two dark ribbons and wrapped them around Ling Han's wrists and arms respectively. I understood Ling Han's purpose in choosing this dress.

After tidying up, Ling Han asked someone to follow him to the back garden, but he only took one step, Desheng said again, he was only allowed to go there alone, and no servants could take him with him.

When Ling Han heard this, his eyes became suspicious, and he secretly thought that this person is so arrogant!

Could it be that the emperor is here?But thinking about it, Ling Han felt that it was impossible.

He turned his head and cast a questioning glance at Desheng. Desheng understood what he meant, and silently made a gesture of flowers blooming on his face.

Ling Han was even more confused: Flowers blooming on the face?What does it mean?Could it be that the person who came was a woman?

He went to the back garden of the Duke's Mansion with complicated emotions, and just as he stepped in, he felt that there was someone hiding in the dark.

When Ling Han really steps in, the garden is full of flowers, and bees and butterflies fly around the stamens, picking colorful exotic flowers and herbs.

A man in casual clothes with brocade embroidered gold, with his back facing him, with his hands behind his back, purple gemstones inlaid on the cuffs and hem of his sleeves, dazzling and precious under the sunlight.

Ling Han took a step closer and looked at it. Suspicion arose in his heart. It couldn't be the emperor's. At this moment, the emperor was already middle-aged, and the figure in front of him was very young, tall and straight, with great momentum.

The majesty of the Son of Heaven is to remain calm and obey the guests of the world; and this person... is a powerful deterrent who is rushing forward with thousands of horses and horses, and still does not change his face!

Although the deterrence is the same, the feeling is very different.

At least the Son of Heaven doesn't need to have the aura of intimidating thousands of troops, he only needs to control the generals who control thousands of troops in the palm of his hand.

When Ling Han was grinding this person from behind, he suddenly turned around!

Ziye's dark eyes, long and narrow, charming and cold, narrowed slightly, looking proudly at the world, it was Xuanyuanhong who had arrived.

Ling Han's heart was suddenly twisted into a knot, his brows were frowned unconsciously, and he thought to himself, why did Xuanyuan Fourteen come here.I can't fight him with him.

Xuanyuanhong's thin lips were slightly pursed, a pair of black eyes were staring closely at him with deep meaning, the flowers and branches were swaying, and his figure was already approaching, with a calm and vigorous aura.

Ling Han watched Xuanyuan Hong walking towards him, looked at his incomparable beauty, quickly lowered his head, and his mind was pounding.

If Xuanyuan Shishi came here because of Ling Hanfu's punishment, Ling Han felt it was far-fetched.Because as far as he knows, Xuanyuan Fourteen has nothing to do with even the faction close to Wei Qihou. This person acts indifferently and has a tough style. If he wants to curry favor with him, he really needs a bit of luck...

"Meeting this king, the son of Duke Ling, don't you all salute?"

Xuanyuan Hong's voice was domineering and fierce, as if a wide net had been caught from above. Ling Han lowered his head, but did not refute after hearing the words. He folded his fists and bent down to salute. Four boots embroidered with purple brocade thread came before the eyes, reflecting in the sunlight, dazzling.

Ling Han didn't make a bow, but hit Xuanyuanhong with his hands and head. He raised his head to see clearly, but suddenly he caught it with his lower jaw. Xuanyuan Fourteen's big palm with warm calluses struck him, and then a ray of charm covered it. .

Ling Han frowned, how could someone pinch each other's chin when they met each other!It is still the same scrutiny and scrutiny of objects!

Ling Han felt displeased, and swung his head left and right, about to wave that annoying big hand away.

The big palm was like a dragon, and it was withdrawn in an instant, and Xuanyuan Shishi's critical and charming voice came, "It turns out that Ling Shizi doesn't even understand etiquette. It's rare for this king to come here. You are Treating me like this?"

Ling Han raised his head abruptly, staring at the beautiful man in front of him with clean eyes, he was going to be very angry in his heart, who asked Xuanyuan Shishi to come, it had nothing to do with him half a tael, he put it in good condition When I came to meet this person during the break, not only did I not get the slightest respect, but I was picked on...

As Xuanyuanhong said, with his hands folded across his chest, his slender body was a step away from Ling Han, he narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him with interest, "It's rare for this king to come to Duke Ling's mansion. I didn’t see you, but I came to visit you personally, Shizi Ling, it seems that this king really shouldn’t return to the imperial capital, there are always a few people who don’t welcome me!”

Ling Han took a deep breath, you are a prince, bear with you!

He bowed politely: "Ling Han pays his respects to the Fourteenth Prince, and he is far away from welcoming him. Please forgive me."