MTL - Xianggong, Please Divorce Me!Volume 82

When Han Ying came to the General's Mansion, he was a little dazed, but looking at the handsome-looking man in front of him, he felt a little familiar, so he thought that maybe he was really what they called "Korean-English".

He has lost his memory for a long time and remembers nothing. He has been living there since being rescued by the hunter under the Phoenix Mountain. He originally thought that with the passage of time, his memory could slowly recover, but when his body was fully recovered, his memory was still blank.

At this time, a few people came out of the inner hall, headed by a woman with a calm smile in a broad manner, and a beautiful little boy on her hand.

The boy was four or five years old, wearing a small green robe, white face, clear eyes, pouting his mouth, looking a little nervous and happy.

Han Ying looked at the boy who had been staring at him. Somehow, a tenderness came into his heart. He wanted to touch his head, his face, and hold him in his arms.

Su Tang looked at the tenderness on the face of this man who was simple but not concealed, and gently squeezed Xuanzi's hand.

Xuanzi looked up at Su Tang, saw her gaze, pursed her lips, and then slowly walked to the man who was strange but familiar, knelt down, took her head seriously, and said, "Daddy!"

Han Ying was startled, some helpless.

Song Shi'an whispered softly, "Brother Han, this is Han Xuan, you and Wanwan's son!"

Wanwan? Listening to this name, Han Ying was stabbed in the heart, and some past events flickered through her mind like a glimmer of light, but they were fleeting and difficult to capture. However, despite this, he still believed in Song Shi'an's words, this boy does have an inseparable relationship with himself.

This is blood thicker than water, this is flesh and blood!

Han Ying squatted up, raised the child, and looked at it carefully. The eyebrows and the expression were exactly the same as herself! The more he looked, the more he looked, the more excited he looked, but still restrained the urge to rub him into his arms, only shaking his head and face.

Xuanzi was also looking at him. Ever knowing that he was not Song Shi'an's biological son, he had always imagined his biological father. It should be tall, it should be very mighty, it should have a strong body and strong arms, and now he is not disappointed. His father is the same as himself, and even better, his father is more approachable and more intimate than he thought.

Xuanzi felt Han Ying's longing, so he hesitated a little, stretched out his hands around his neck, and leaned his body tightly against his arms.

"Daddy, Xuanzi's father." He added, but his voice was a little choked.

Han Ying's body was stunned, the softness and fragrance of the villain's body made him feel warm, and then after the heart seemed to be overpowered, he could no longer hold him tightly and hugged tightly Arms.

"My son! My son!" He shouted happily and choked.

Su Tang looked at this scene with a smile on his face, but tears flashed in his eyes. Song Shi'an came over, and gently held her shoulder.

...

"I thought they would be alienated and alienated when they met for the first time. I didn't expect ..." Watching Xuanzi pulling Han Ying to the garden, Su Tang wiped off the wet eyes and said.

"Father and son are connected!" Song Shi'an replied, by the way, he carefully supported Su Tang to the table and sat down.

Su Tang looked at him cautiously and couldn't help crying and slap his hand: "It's only been two months! I'm not that expensive!"

Song Shi'an didn't speak, only smiled "Hey", and then started to give her a peel.

Recently, she likes to eat sour, sour and sour, and maybe she is a man in her stomach. So Song Shian was slightly dissatisfied. He actually wanted a baby girl.

Here, Su Tang looked out of the door, thinking something, and sighed again and again, "Why do I feel a little bit sour, watching Xuanzi and his dad so passionate, I think that I will lose a son in the future. "

"It's okay, we will have our own." Song Shi'an put the plucked flesh on a plate and passed it to her.

Su Tang glanced at him and poked out: Fanfan * smoke. Dyeing and finishing "Why did I hear so awkwardly? Some people didn't think of Xuanzi as a treasure before, and they were afraid that others would bully them. Why now they have Xuanzi aside? Who is it! "

"No!" Song Shi'an quickly denied. He just wanted to comfort her. They all said that the pregnant woman couldn't get upset and sorrow. She sighed just now, so it would be sad.

However, Su Tang thought of going elsewhere, "What's more, Xuanzi is so beautiful and cute, do you think your son can compare with him!"

"..." I look no worse than Han Ying! Song Shi'an bowed his face.

Su Tang continued: "Hum, look at Han Ying, how sociable, so Xuanzi born is so good and sensible, and you, just holding your face up all the time, owes you money. Give me a cold noodle, my mother must be in a hurry with you! "

"..." An injustice can no longer express Song Shi'an's heart at this time. God knows that he hasn't stretched his face for a long time!

Of course, this is also to Su Tang, but you can't blame him, is it possible to make him laugh at the people below him? Even if he can do it, the people below can't accept it!

A cold face Yan Luo turned into a smiling Buddha, how can it look like a crash!

Song Shi'an was so wronged that he couldn't help saying, "It's not a bad thing to have a cold noodle."

"Where is it!" Su Tang glared.

Song Shi'an thought about it and said seriously: "At least he is better than the emperor."

"Uh ..." Su Tang was speechless, and she said after a while, "If we really have this kind of temper, should we strangle him or strangle him?"

Song Shi'an stood upright instantly, watching Su Tang's expression full of vigilance.

After a while, Su Tang's mind turned to another place, "Cold face, how do you think that Xuanzi's father lost his memory?"

Song Shi'an frowned, and said, "The emperor said that the collective treatment of Taitai Hospital, and I don't know if it can be cured."

"But do you think that it is a good thing for him to restore his memory? Xuanzi's mother-in-law didn't think he was dead, so he went crazy, so ... these things are too cruel. I don't think he thought of it but it was a good thing." Said.

Song Shi'an was silent. Indeed, this matter is too divine, it is really difficult to accept, and, at the time, their relationship was so deep ...

After a long while, Song Shian sighed and said, "We can't be the master of this matter. The key is that he has to choose!"

Han Ying's choice is naturally to remember all the past. It is too painful to lose memory. He used to live in the mountains and forests, but now he has an identity, a son, and a home, and he can no longer be confused! So, even though Song Shi'an reminded him, he was still determined to restore his memory!

In the setting sun, he looked at Song Shi'an with anxiety in his eyes: "You should know what kind of person I was. Although I have lost my memory, I still have the same in my bones, so no matter what happened, I will Take it all together! "

Song Shi'an looked at him calmly and firmly, and nodded earnestly.

As a result, after the development of aphrodisiac, Zheng Taiyizhi had new tasks.

"Xiao Zheng, Xiao Han will teach you, I believe, you will not let me down!" The little emperor stomped and patted Zheng Liang's shoulder, it was a dignified face!

Zheng Liang hurriedly said, "The minister must live up to the Emperor's trust."

"Why do you say that Xiao Han lost amnesia?" The little emperor began to wonder again.

"This may be caused by General Han's brain being severely hit after falling down the cliff." Zheng Liang replied.

"Brain blows!" What did the little emperor think, his brows frowned even more. "Is that a stone blow count as a brain blow?"

"Well, if the intensity is great, it's OK."

The little emperor touched his chin, pondered it seriously, and then turned his head to Song Shi'an, who said, "The old Pei has been turned over and over and smashed so many times. How can I never see him lose amnesia!"

"Uh ..." This question is too esoteric, Song Shi'an has no solution.

"Xiao Zheng, why do you say it!" The little emperor looked like he had delved into this problem.

Zheng Taiyi thought about it and said, "Maybe it's not enough."

The little emperor raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes angrily, "Do you mean that you are weak and incompetent?"

"Don't dare!" Tai Yizheng quickly thanked his guilt, but his heart was sobbing blood--hey, emperor, what are you doing to solve these problems!

"Xiaoquanzi, why do you say this?" The little emperor still didn't give up.

Xiao Quanzi saw that Long Yan was already angry, and turned his head, and said, "Maybe Xiao Wang's head is harder."

"Hmm ..." The little emperor looked at the sky and pondered, "It's possible, his head is bigger. Oh yes Xiao Song, do you know how old Pei is now?"

"Returning to the emperor, according to the wire, he seems to be feeling unwell and has been closed at the palace."

"Well, that's pretty pitiful. Although I was not smashed into amnesia, I was also injured. Well, I have to console him!" Said the little emperor.

When Song Shi'an heard this, he was anxious, "How do you want to console the emperor?" But don't toss anything else!

The little emperor looked at him nervously and grinned, "Xiao Song, don't worry, just write to him! Write, just write!"

Song Shi'an heard the words and was relieved.

The little emperor turned his head and said to Zheng Liangdao, "Suddenly, I think what you said just now makes sense!"

"Ah?" Zheng Liang felt that his mind could never keep up with the Lord in front of him.

"I mean you are weak!" Reminded the little emperor.

"...", I didn't say that!

The little emperor disregarded their reaction and jumped out of the dragon chair and went out. "Everyone go back. You have to eat! If you don't eat, you can't grow tall, you can't become strong!"

Well, can't let Hongxing despise it!

But when he came to Zheng Liang, he stopped again and looked up and said, "Xiao Zheng, you can eat more food when you go home. You are also very short."

"... Chen Chen obeys his purpose!" Zheng Liang said hardly.

He's all sixty years old, how can he grow taller!

Besides, after eating, the little emperor really began to write to Pei Ruihe seriously, but after thinking about it for a long time, he really didn't know what to say, so he could only write a few words.

Then, the secret letter began to climb over the mountains, and was sent all the way from the imperial palace to the kingdom of Yanguo.

When Pei Ruihe received the letter, she was lying in bed, her face pale, her eyes lost. His head was smashed over and over again to make him sometimes unconscious, and he often had hallucinations, so sometimes he talked to himself, sometimes he was crazy, in short, he was not very ordinary. But in the rare clarity, he gave an order-it is strictly forbidden to leak this information! Because he believes that he will be fine!

Today, his consciousness is briefly sober. He looked at the sealed letter in his hands, a little dazed. Opening with a shaking hand, there were only a few words on it, but after reading it, he suddenly looked like a ghost, his hands were shaking, his body was stiff, and a blood spurted out.

Then he leaned over, fell off the bed, and bumped his head on the ground again.

And then there is no more.

It's just that his eyes are still staring at the stationery floating on the ground, which says-

Old Pei:

Do you remember the emerald flowers in Phoenix Mountain? I said that I miss you very much.