Wei Yangmou

The word Queen turned back and forth in my mind. I felt that my mind had turned into a pot of boiling porridge, and I couldn't think any more. The voices that I could vaguely hear in my ears came into my ears word by word. But it didn't make a complete sentence at all.

Suddenly, scorching breath came from my ears, and I thought I was already extremely hot.

Unexpectedly, when the breath came over, he would have a fiery red dizziness as if he saw a volcano, as if he could be turned into ashes in the next breath.

He couldn't help hiding, instinctively feeling the danger.

"Yan doesn't seem to care about Gu's words."

The voice he heard was chilling, and he immediately shook his head, and began to complain: "How dare you question Your Highness..."

Han Yan stretched out his hand tremblingly to grab it, he really couldn't stand the torture like this blunt knife.

If he really wanted to punish him, he could just call Habayashi Wei to give him a hard time. This kind of tossing was really unbearable for him.

Thinking in this way, he spoke out, and gave a soft "oh", feeling the hairs on his body stand on end for no reason, wishing to take back what he said just now.

Although he never understood what he said was wrong, and he didn't even know what the sentence "let's talk" that announced the beginning of this torture was what he wanted to talk about.

"Does Yan also feel that she should be punished?"

The person who was asked was speechless, he just spoke according to his will, and he really didn't want to suffer from these flesh and blood.

But obviously he didn't think so, he said coolly: "Since that's the case, Yan can come by herself, the imperial army is very busy."

For a moment, he didn't understand what his words meant, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at him with great effort, which happened to meet his gaze. There was no extra emotion in those eyes, and they didn't look intimate at all. Seemingly indifferent and slightly disappointed, like the last time he saw himself in his previous life.

There was a pain in his chest. For a moment, he almost thought that the beauty of his days was just a dream. He was still in that dilapidated and decayed house, and this person would leave slowly and firmly, leaving him alone. Lost forever in darkness.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, and he had a lot of words to say, but his throat seemed to be blocked, or it was the grievance and loss that he could not express, or the contempt and ridicule that was everywhere and all the time. ...

It was like a thick wall, slowly covering the face in front of him, and he was almost unable to feel the slightest bit about it, as if he had disappeared suddenly like a dream, without a trace.

Staring at it, the color in the eyes seemed to be artificially wiped away, slowly dissipating, and the lips opened and closed, but they couldn't make the slightest sound, like a dying fish, struggling in vain and powerless.

Dazed, the vile and teasing thoughts just now disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he turned over and hugged him, calling him in a low voice.

But as if he didn't hear it, he stared blankly into nothingness, his expression was empty and dazed, but one hand slowly got into the skirt of his clothes, and began to grope carefully.

Just as he was about to grab his hand, he stopped, took out a small white bottle with a slender neck from his skirt, and shook his hand to open it.

Suddenly, the internal organs seemed to be stirred together by a big hand, the pain was so unbearable that he couldn't help it, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Uh..." eager to kiss the lips, one hand firmly embraced his shoulder, and the other hand hugged the hand holding the white porcelain bottle, so hard that the veins on the back of the hand folded.

Han Yan let out a "huh" and blinked slowly, as if she just now realized that something was wrong.

But he didn't realize that he was sober, Han Yan tasted the smell of blood, and pushed gently.

But the other party didn't move at all, so he could only adjust himself, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind slowly settled down.

This vent-like kiss lasted for a full quarter of an hour, until Han Cheng's voice sounded outside the car.

"Your Highness, nothing was found, but the brother of the Imperial Forest Army said..."

Han Cheng listened to the words behind him, and it seemed that it was not easy to say, so he let go of his mouth as if awakened, his eyes had regained clarity, he was panting slowly, his eyes were still covered with fog, and he looked very innocent.

She couldn't help but hugged him tighter again, buried her head in rubbing against his neck, and sighed vaguely.

My heart tightened, and my hands slowly tightened. Only then did I realize what I was holding in my hands, and I was taken aback. It turned out that I was not just a memory, but I almost stepped forward again.

Just, once is enough...

He is, yes, the grandson, the eldest son and direct grandson of the Han family, how could he die twice because of a man, if that was the case, he would look down on himself.

If he can't live and live together in his life's journey and love, he will be alone;

If you have a career, you can get an emperor to assist you, and you will live a prosperous life, and you have nothing to ask for.

In this way, he will not be entangled again in this life, and live happily.

He was very keenly aware of a change in his mood. He slowly raised his head from his neck and looked at the other party carefully. Sad, he can only bear it by himself.

"Come in……"

He straightened his face and straightened his clothes. The other party moved his hand, as if he wanted to refuse, but he suddenly figured it out and didn't say anything else.

Han Cheng slowly climbed into the car, knocked on the carriage and said, "The servant has come in."

Only then did he lift the curtain of the car and walk in. The atmosphere in the car was unexpectedly calm, and Han Cheng was puzzled. After the Mingjiao Dongwang woke up, the two of them were like glue. up?

Han Cheng couldn't figure it out, but he was still thinking about whether he heard the quarrel when he came here just now, obviously it didn't happen, so Han Cheng became more and more cautious.

"The minister was ordered to check the assassin's body just now, and he didn't find anything on the body that could prove his identity. He just heard from the guards that he seemed to be from Chang'an."

People from Chang'an?

His heart sank, and what appeared in his mind was Wang Zhi looking down at him with impatience and resentment.

It can't really be her...

He felt cold, but he didn't feel much sadness, but his expression turned cold. Even if Wang Zhi did it, he can't do much now except endure.

There was a sudden warmth on the back of his hand, and he folded his hands on the back of his hand, gently holding his palm, looking at him with gentle and calm eyes, and whispered: "It won't be Madam's."

There is no evidence for this sentence, but he is willing to believe it, even if he can't convince himself at all.

On the contrary, he became more and more suspicious. Maybe Mrs. Wang still cared about the relationship between mother and child and would not attack him, but he hated it so much. Didn't he really have the idea of ​​getting rid of it?

The clumsy slander in the previous life can be successful, even if there is no life, but if there is no figure in the harem who can cover the sky with one hand, how can there be no traces? It is obviously a situation that can be seen at a glance, but there is no evidence.

Putting his empty hand on the back of his hand, and patted it lightly, he really said to Han Cheng: "Go and check."

Han Cheng has a bitter face. Where is the Jiaodong Prince's Mansion in Chang'an? It can really suffocate people to death.

But he still has a polite and generous temperament, and he doesn't want to argue with women. Two of the three women are elders.

He easily refused to beat and scold his servants, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he practiced sword by himself. Han Cheng only remembered that after he followed into the palace, he only went back to the Han Palace once, and that time, he practiced all night sword.

Han Chengchu hesitated at the door and refused to leave. He gave him a cold look. Han Cheng shrank his neck and almost slipped down the shaft of the car.

"Come with ears."

Naturally, he knew that he was really weak in Chang'an City, not to mention investigating such private matters, it was just a trivial matter, and he didn't know much about it. Let Han Cheng investigate by himself, and he might not be able to get the truth in the year of the monkey. .

It's just that the people in the Han family have the same temperament, knowing that they can't do it, but they don't know how to say it, Liu Che is really depressed.

It's just that it's here in the end, he can't go too far in training these servants.

Han Cheng leaned over tremblingly, and whispered a few words in his ear, his eyes widened in shock, and he blurted out: "This is also possible?!"

He sneered: "Why not."

Han Cheng thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, as if he was looking at an auspicious beast. It was different from the fearful and scrutinizing look of the previous few days, but it was more sincere.

He didn't care about his attitude, and let him go down with a wave of his hand.In a blink of an eye, I saw him looking at him suspiciously, frowning deeply, hesitating to speak.

"Yan doesn't need to worry, I have my own measure."

He nodded, still sighed, and clenched his hands again as if blaming himself.

Then he put his hand to his mouth and kissed him, worrying about him but disapproving in joy, a man should be able to bend and stretch, it's just a shame, what are you afraid of?

Not to mention that he has been stupid for many years, and those who deserve to be thrown away don't know how much they should have lost. Just because he has been the emperor for decades, his face has long been invincible. Throwing such a mess to his nominal father Huang, it's just a trivial matter, so it's not worth him to take it to heart.

What's more, he still has a half-dozen in his heart that Mrs. Wang did it this time. Even if he can't touch Mrs. Wang, he doesn't want to let others bully him like this.