Half-dead paulownia

The clouds dispersed, the sun was warm, everything was like a dream, and the world returned to its former noise and prosperity.

Xiao Jinmo, who fell from the cage, drew a beautiful arc in the sky, but at the moment of falling, he suddenly felt the softness around his waist, and the warmth passed through his body. handsome face.

"Yu Hao???" Xiao Jinmo stared at An Ling Yu Hao who was holding him in his arms, and tightly grasped the skirt of his clothes with both hands, fearing that it was a beautiful dream, and he would wake up as soon as he let go.

"I'm here." The simple answer, but the eyes are endlessly gentle, and that smile belongs to the person in his arms after all.

Meng Li, who was still hanging in the air, covered her face with her hands, as if struggling in pain, finally spit out a mouthful of black blood, and fell slowly as if she had been drained of strength.

"Mengli!" "Mother's Queen!" Ling Han and Ling Zhuoxi exclaimed at the same time, and rushed towards the direction where Mengli fell.

Seeing the moment when Ling Han's outstretched hands were about to touch Mengli, a sudden white figure stepped forward and gently embraced Mengli's body. When he turned around, he only glanced at Ling Han, and it took him with him like a gust of wind. Mengli disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Because she was wearing a white veil, even though she couldn't see her face clearly, Ling Han still froze there. Those quiet and deep eyes, and that faint and fragrant breath were so familiar, but they just stopped moment.

It must be that I was overthinking, it was just a hasty side, and I actually imagined memories, maybe it was such a serious thing that happened today, it really disturbed my heart, Ling Han comforted himself like this, but my heart could not be calm for a long time.

"Father, the queen mother..." Ling Zhuoxi couldn't help being a little puzzled, he didn't even see the figure of the man in white clearly, and the queen mother disappeared in front of his eyes like this.

"Send someone to deal with the scene first, and call all the imperial physicians from the palace to heal the wounded soldiers." Ling Han ordered in an orderly manner: "There is also Xiao Jinmo, who must be rescued."

Anling Yuhao looked at Xiao Jinmo in his arms, perhaps he really couldn't just take him away at this moment, although he looked much better than usual, but what he had experienced was still worrying .

"Yu Hao, my mother???" Xiao Jinmo's expression was even more sad. He had just had the courage to recognize each other, but the mother and son hadn't said a word yet, but they were about to be separated again.

Anling Yuhao tightened the strength in his hand, hugged Xiao Jinmo in his arms, and said softly: "I think that man in white looks familiar, maybe he's not some kind of enemy?"

The words that seemed to be comforting, but to Xiao Jinmo's ears, he also believed, "No matter what, I will find my mother again."

Ling Zhuoxi's eyes never left Xiao Jinmo and Anling Yuhao from the beginning to the end. Although he could see a little bit of disappointment, he also showed some relief.

The people arranged by Ling Han had signaled for Anling Yuhao and Xiao Jinmo to leave, followed him to the resting place, and walked to the room, Anling Yuhao reluctantly put Xiao Jinmo who was sleeping in his arms on the bed above.

But Ling Zhuoxi also followed, waiting for the doctor's results without leaving half a step. Although the two people outside the room faced each other again, they didn't have the tacit understanding with the ghost king just now.

"His Royal Highness, this young master Xiao is not in any serious condition, but his body has been a little weak recently, and he needs to take good care of him, but what puzzles the old man is that his blood seems to be much smoother than before, which is really surprising. "The imperial doctor finally walked out of the room slowly, his eyes were full of disbelief, recalling the scene when he was taking his pulse, his current situation is indeed a bit strange.

"You mean, not only did his body not get worse, but it was much better than before?" Ling Zhuoxi was naturally a little surprised, and wanted to confirm the meaning of the imperial doctor again.

"That's true." The imperial doctor affirmed, based on his many years of experience in practicing medicine, it is impossible for him to make any mistakes.

"Okay, then go and write a prescription for Xiao Jinmo, and you will be rewarded a lot for taking good care of Xiao Jinmo's body." Ling Zhuoxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Anling Yuhao was naturally happy for Xiao Jinmo from the bottom of his heart, but he was also more sure of one thing, his improvement was necessarily related to the blood delivered by Mengli today.

Turning around, he was about to enter the room, but was blocked by an outstretched arm, "Why did you go back on your word?"

Anling Yuhao looked at Ling Zhuoxi's serious expression, and naturally understood what he meant, "I've always been like this, haven't I?"

Hearing such an unreasonable answer, Ling Zhuoxi stood in front of Anling Yuhao and glared at him: "Anling Yuhao, what exactly is Xiao Jinmo in your eyes? Is it like a doll that comes and goes when you call it? When you need it, you will be tender in every possible way, and if you feel a little bored, you will throw it away, and now you have found the fun again?" Really a little completely irritated, especially when I think of Xiao Jinmo lying in his arms , I can't control myself.

Anling Yuhao still had a calm expression, indifferent to such sarcasm, but he looked at Ling Zhuoxi with his deep eyes, and whispered in his ear: "He is my life, you have seen someone who is willing to throw away at will. A person with life?" After saying that, he squeezed past Ling Zhuoxi abruptly, but stopped and added: "The so-called life that was once discarded is just to be put to death and reborn."

(in the study)

Ling Han sat on the chair in a daze. From the moment he entered the room, he was in a trance as if he had lost his soul. He just stared blankly into the distance, but his eyes seemed confused, and he didn't know Ling Su who entered the room.

Seeing Ling Han like this, Ling Su just walked to his side softly and slowly, gently picked up the dragon robe behind the chair, and gently draped it on his shoulders.

"Third...Third brother?" Ling Han looked at Ling Su as if awakened from a dream, but his eyes still couldn't hide the sadness.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Ling Han's pale face, Ling Su couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Ling Han sighed softly, "I seem to have seen him today." The moment he said this, Ling Han couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

"Your Majesty, after so many years, you still can't forget it?" Ling Su comforted.

"It's been so many years, can you tell me the truth?" Ling Han changed the subject and looked up at Ling Su who made him feel a little strange, "Third brother, is Xiao Jinmo really Mengli's son?" To face this problem.

Ling Su also looked at Ling Han intently, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Does the Emperor really believe it? Didn't you see that it was An Ling Yuhao's deliberate trick to save Xiao Jinmo?" In a pretentiously relaxed tone .

"Means?" Ling Han couldn't help being a little surprised, "You mean, it's all to stimulate Mengli on purpose?"

"In my opinion, it is indeed the case. The sudden appearance of Anling Yuhao must have been prepared after receiving the news. Maybe he and the Ghost King colluded and took this opportunity to compete with us." Ling Su analyzed. He even imposed the name of the culprit on Anling Yuhao.

"What you said is not unreasonable. Maybe I really thought too much. Now that Mengli is still alive and dead, I am really incompetent as a husband." Ling Han felt extremely guilty when he thought that he hadn't protected Mengli well. stand up.

"Didn't you already send someone to look for it? Your Majesty, please wait patiently." Ling Su comforted: "You must cherish your body, and don't be too careless with yourself."

"Third brother, I want to be alone for a while." Ling Han looked at Ling Su a little lonely, feeling a dull pain in his heart again.

"Then I'll step back first, just tell me if you have anything to do." Ling Su urged.

Seeing Ling Su's disappearing figure, Ling Han's heart finally couldn't suppress the pain, and he clutched his chest fiercely, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Ling Han deeply knew that if the matter was really fabricated out of thin air as Ling Su said, then why did they use the child as an excuse?And the only way to dare to use this method can only explain one problem, Mengli really has a child, but whether it is Xiao Jinmo or not is another decision.

From such an analysis, Mengli has been by her side for more than 20 years, and it is impossible for her to be pregnant. The only possibility is that he and Mengli did not see each other for a long time more than 20 years ago. After discovering the matter between him and Anling Xuantian, Mengli was sent outside temporarily. If it goes on like this, could it be that she was pregnant at that time?And this child in his belly is???Ling Han didn't dare to continue thinking, his brain was about to burst so that he couldn't bear it anymore, the inkstone suddenly fell to the ground, and he also fell on the jade table.

(Qin Xiangge)

Anling Yuhao silently guarded Xiao Jinmo's side, just like countless guards in the past, never leaving her.

"Xiao Jinmo, I'm sorry." Anling Yuhao looked at Xiao Jinmo who had his eyes closed tightly, and gently stroked his delicate face. "I finally admit my cowardice. No matter how strong I pretend to be, I can't hide it in front of you. I used to not let you leave my side even if I lost everything, but now I would rather break your heart. I also don’t want to let you come back to me. I tried every means to let you go, but I also watched the moment you left, and also took away all my thoughts. How can I protect you properly? " whispered beside Xiao Jinmo.

"You??? Who are you?" Xiao Jinmo on the bed suddenly opened his eyes slowly, and looked at Anling Yuhao in horror, "Young master, do I recognize you?"

Anling Yuhao looked at Xiao Jinmo in surprise, such a blow made him helpless, "Didn't you say that your body recovered well? Why did it happen?"

"Young master, what are you talking about? Feng'er can't understand." Xiao Jinmo looked innocent, but also stared at Anling Yuhao.

"Feng'er? Could it be that you... come here!" An Ling Yuhao was sure that his old troubles had recurred when he heard Xiao Jinmo address himself like that, and couldn't help shouting eagerly.

"Hahaha." A series of laughter came from Xiao Jinmo, as if the smirk of a plot was successful, "how is it? It’s not enough that words spoken will be forgiven.”