Lanling covered the moon

It was just dark when a carriage passed through the Dongyang Gate and stopped in front of the Gaofu Gate.

If it wasn't for the dark night, someone would have discovered that the coachman driving the horse was actually a famous man close to the emperor, Eunuch Anrui, the chief eunuch, and a senior official of the second rank came to drive the carriage.

Dressed in white clothes and jade belts, he was full of travel and dust, although there were no personal soldiers to clear the way and servants with him, but the man did not lose the slightest dignity and demeanor, all in his gestures.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty asked me to pick you up again tomorrow morning, saying that we have something to discuss." An Rui said with a smile.

"No need, I will inevitably have to go to the palace to meet the emperor tomorrow morning, I can go by myself, father-in-law, you are also a big celebrity now, come to drive the carriage for me, after all, it is a disgrace to the emperor." Zi Mogang escorted the emperor After returning to the palace, he turned around and said he wanted to go back to the Gao Mansion, but Gao Zhan didn't stay, and only asked the chief eunuch beside him to drive a carriage for him to take him back.

"His Royal Highness Lanling is very polite! An Rui is honored to be able to serve His Highness!" An Rui bowed and bowed. Only the King of Lanling can smooth over the faults of His Majesty the Emperor. If he doesn't rush to please Gao Changgong, when will he wait? ?He bid farewell in a flattering manner, and then drove the carriage back to the palace.

It was time to light the lanterns in the Gao Mansion. Hearing from An Rui that the third brother had gone to Qinghe for business, and it was getting late at night, he thought it would be better to go to greet the aunt early in the morning, so he bypassed the main courtyard and went directly to the side courtyard .

In the dining room, Cui Niang, who was eating alone, turned her head in a daze when she heard a cry behind her, and dropped the rice bowl in her hand to the ground.

She didn't say anything, but the prince was just like her own son. After half a year, His Highness was bathed in blood. Although she was always spending time in the kitchen and woodshed, her heart was like any mother who cared about her children. , There is not a moment when I don't miss His Highness.At this moment, besides holding Chang Gong's face tightly, saying that he has grown taller again, the nanny is so excited that she doesn't know what else to say? !

Cui Niang sobbed and hugged him, crying and laughing, saying that His Highness Chang Gong was so good-looking that she almost didn't know him anymore.It turned out that he had been away for half a year, and Zimo looked at Cuiniang's gray hair, red nose and crying like a child.

"Oh, Your Highness, look at my gaffe, Your Highness, you are not a child anymore, I wet your clothes from crying..."

Cuiniang wiped her tears and withdrew her hand, only to realize that she was too out of control.

"Your Highness, I am a child who can't grow up in Cuiniang's place. The war is stalemate, and I don't have time to write more letters to my family, so you are worried." Zimo sat down at the dinner table with Cuiniang, and had dinner The room was cold and clear, and no one else was seen.

"Where's Zheng Er?" Cuiniang was the only one in the dining room having dinner, and Mr. Liu probably went to drink again, so why isn't Zheng Er here?

"Oh, that girl is feeding Mr. Han in her husband's room, hehe, she didn't expect you to come back so soon, otherwise how could she be so peaceful, she ran to the door and waited eagerly!" Cuiniang said to her son. After Mo served the meal, His Highness in her eyes became so heroic and extraordinary, silent, and the years passed by inadvertently. The baby who didn't want to drink her milk is now so big, and he is as handsome as a god descending from the sky. Gao Changgong, the king of Lanling who rose to fame in the movie, was actually the child she brought up. God really treated her so kindly. . . . . .Cuiniang watched Zimo eat, wiped the corners of her eyes with the apron in front of her, and wept with joy.

"Cui Niang, don't cry, the rice is cold, I'll serve you another bowl?" Zimo stood up and wanted to change Cui Niang's hot rice, but Cui Niang held him tightly and told him to sit down. After a while, she was happy watching him eat. The food was colder when it was cold, and it tasted like happiness when she chewed it.

"Mr. Liu is really serious, why do you let Cui Niang eat alone! It's okay for Zheng Er's little girl to accompany Han Zigao, Mr. Liu is so ignorant! When he comes back, I will talk about him!" Zimo looked at Cui With a smile on her eyebrows, Niang said angrily on purpose.

"Here... Liu Guan is now unemployed. He said that he is old and useless. If he doesn't go out and walk around, he feels that he is almost useless. Don't blame him. A man, how can he be locked up at home every day like a woman "Unexpectedly, Cuiniang didn't slap the table and scold the opponent, Zimo looked at the nanny curiously, and Cuiniang's face turned red.It seems that his long journey has brought about subtle changes to the couple.That's right, Cui Niang always blamed Mr. Liu, mostly because Cui Niang wanted to protect Zimo, while Mr. Liu said that a loving mother has too many losers and so on.On the nanny's bun with a few white hairs, there was a sapphire blue dotted emerald bead hairpin shining in the candlelight. Cui Niang held vegetables for Zi Mo while chatting about homework. Every time she mentioned Mr. Liu, she would not He couldn't help raising his hand to touch the hairpin, seeing her smiling happily, Zimo understood most of it, and was also happy in his heart.

"Mr. Han, are you better?" In Han Zigao's room, Zheng Er filially blew the rice porridge in the spoon to cool down, then raised her face and handed the food to Han Zigao.

puff! . . . . . .Han Zigao spat out the mouthful of porridge he had just swallowed first, and stared at Xiao Zheng'er motionlessly, this girl was too well-behaved.Zheng Er's chest swelled up, Han Zigao frowned and stared at the neckline, and then the head of Xiao Tang, who had been missing for a few days, popped out.This little soup has completely become Zheng Er's follower in the past few days, always hiding in that girl's arms, so Mr. Han is alone, his old wound has not healed, and the remaining little girl who abducted his pet is around him every day Turn around.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Want to write to your brother Chang Gong again?" Han Zigao asked Zheng Er.

Liu Guan gave him acupuncture and moxibustion several times in the past few days, but he didn't see any improvement. He said that for the sake of Emperor Chen Wen, he would definitely take care of him to recover.But Han Zigao had to promise that once the wound healed, he would promise to go back home and leave Yecheng immediately, and end the secret work here.Han Zigao was naturally unwilling, but the palm technique of the old man Yan Luo was very peculiar, he even vomited a lot of blood even after running a few big circles by himself, and Chen Wendi's letter from Feige also arrived in desperation , Two words, hurry back.

"Hey, why did you let my husband guess it? Of course not writing it now, it's not too late to write when my husband is better! Come on, sir, let's eat first~" Zheng Er smiled, and sang to Han Zigao attentively Congee, feed.No way, although she is literate now, the handwriting she writes is crooked and not beautiful enough, so it would be best to ask her husband to do it for her. Every time she asks her husband to write a letter to him, Zheng Er will try her best to flatter her and help her. The husband combs his hair, helps him wash his clothes, helps him serve tea and water, and he can't talk back.

"Go and get a pen and ink. I'll write for you first. I'm in a hurry." Han Zigao had long hair half loose, was wearing a white shirt, and his face looked sick.

"How can I do that? It won't be too late to write after my husband recovers." The little girl developed a conscience and felt sorry for him. Han Zigao looked at Zheng Er and shook his head and smiled. Gathering intelligence in the Gao Mansion, this girl respected her teacher because she saw that he was ill.

"It doesn't matter, I can still write with a pen. Thinking about it, I've been your husband these days and I haven't taught you anything. The handwriting you write is still so ugly, girl. Don't let your elder brother Changgong make fun of you. This letter, I should do it for you. Practice your handwriting more in the future, and your handwriting should be delicate, so that your future husband will like it." Han Zigao casually tied up his hanging hair with a hair tie, and asked Zheng Er to come over with a lamp , It is necessary to write a letter from home on the bed.

"Mr....... I'll write again tomorrow. You speak so strangely today. Mr. Liu also said that you just suffered from wind-cold and dysentery. If the usual prescriptions are useless, you can look for something that will help in two days." The doctor who passed down the secret recipe from the ancestors came here to treat it, why do you say it like... What's wrong with you, sir? Where are you going?" Zheng Er asked worriedly, frowning.Han Zigao has not been here for a long time, only a year, but this is Zheng Er's mentor, although the difference in age is not too big on weekdays, so the two of them are used to being noisy with sharp teeth, Now Mr. Han seems to be saying goodbye to her, which makes the little girl completely lose her mind.

"Sir, I will stop making trouble in the future. Obediently listen to Mr., and I will copy the poems as many times as Mr. asks me. I won't be angry with Mr. again!" Zheng Er clenched her fists and swore.

"Oh, silly girl, what are you nervous about? I can't easily lose this fat job because of the delicious food and drink here. But... I have a letter from my hometown. I may have to go back for some things. a period of time."

"Then come back? Mister must come back! A teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life, Zheng Er treats Mister like a father!"

cough!Han Zigao was almost choked to death, how old is he!He is only two or three years older than this girl's Highness Chang Gong, why does he become a mentor like a father when he comes to him!

"Hey, Zheng Er, you are really biased..." Han Zigao's eyes were melancholy, and his face was filled with grievance.

"what?"

"I, Han Zigao, is handsome and handsome. Is it really not as good as His Highness Chang Gong?" Han Zigao put his hand on his chin, and his black hair fell to one shoulder. Without hesitation, he nodded his head as if smashing garlic, and said, "Well, it's not as good as it is. My parent, Brother Gong, is the most beautiful in the world, at least in Zheng'er's eyes, he is so perfect."

"Hey, I said you liar must have bad eyes! Come on, come closer and take a closer look, what is not good about my nose and eyes, my young master? Don't dare to bury me..." Han Zigao Being sick in bed for the past few days is also very stuffy, so I grabbed Xiao Zheng Er's arm and pulled it toward me. Holding his stomach, he was about to burst out of laughter, oh, no, it was his throat that was fishy and sweet, and he seemed about to vomit blood again.

"Why are you so happy? I heard from Cui Niang that Mr. Han is sick, so I'm still worried." The door opened, and Zheng Er curled up laughing and collapsed at the foot of the bed, looking back at the visitor, as if in a dream, flying He ran and threw himself into Zimo's arms.

"Wooooooow! Is that you, Brother Chang Gong? I'm not dreaming!"

Originally she was laughing until she shed tears, but when she saw her longing brother coming, Zheng Er really shed tears.Zi Mo hugged Zheng Er and got up, only to find out why this girl is so tall, and her soft and waxy face has also grown, but it makes him feel embarrassed to stick to her chest like this.

Putting Zheng Er down, the girl tightly wrapped her brother's waist, her chest was almost wet with tears, and Han Zigao who was on the bed sighed unceasingly: "Hey, no matter how carefully I, Mr. Han, taught me, it was still not as good as the long One ten-thousandth of His Highness Gong. Look at the tears, the face is stained."

"Hey?! Is my face blurred?" Zheng Er, who was holding Zimo tightly, let go of her hand when she heard it, and when she looked up, she looked at the handsome face that was as beautiful as a painting, and her face blushed instantly, and she was ashamed You panicked and covered your small face, turned your head and rushed out of the room, shouting while running: "Brother, wait for me to wash your face~~~~~~" The little girl ran with her chest still bulging weirdly In a group, Zimo looked at Zheng Er who was flying away, and he really lamented how time flies.

"Your Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time, Zigao saluted Your Highness." Han Zigao bowed his hands, just as Han Zigao was about to stand up and salute, Zi Mo pushed him back. "What are you doing so politely? I heard Cui Niang said that you are seriously ill, so I bothered you late at night..." Zi Mo's finger accidentally touched Han Zigao's wrist. In fact, he is not a miracle doctor, so this is not a good idea at all. It didn't make sense, but Han Zigao retracted his arm for no reason, which was rather weird.

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Transition, transition, transition~~