"I saved you, and you did this to me?"

Xiao Wushuang smiled, looking at the vigilant young man in front of him, a smile that he hadn't wantonly for many years flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and the whole person was surprisingly soft. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The wounds on his body were still stinging and stinging, and He Qi knew that what the person in front of him said was probably true.

"But you can't come up and recognize your son indiscriminately, do you save me, I should recognize you as a father? That's too sorry for your parents and clan!" He Qi didn't want to say more to this person, so he rummaged around on the bed: "Where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes are important?"

"Clothes don't matter, what's in clothes matters!"

Xiao Wushuang turned around and walked away, took a bag from the high table and handed it to He Qi: "Are you looking for this?"

He Qi's eyes lit up, he took it with both hands, opened it cautiously and looked inside, before he burst into a smile and nodded: "Thank you for helping me put it away!"

The dried petals were fragile and fragile, and he was always careful.

Xiao Wushuang sighed: "I saved your life, you didn't say thank you to me, I helped you put away this bag, but you can say thank you to me...... It was given to you by a girl you like?"

A touch of red appeared on He Qi's pale cheeks: "She gave me ......"

Xiao Wushuang looked at his son steadily, and the time of seventeen years seemed to flash in front of him.

He survived in this place and accumulated strength, and his son could grow up smoothly and stand in front of him, which was the great favor that the He family gave him and his son.

He didn't see how his son was born in a pool of blood, how he toddled, how he learned literature and martial arts, and grew up to be a human being, but how fortunate he was to be able to let his son return to him.

He Qi came back to his senses and found that the person in front of him was very wrong.

No one had ever looked at him with such eyes.

There is no father, no mother, only grandfather, who often stares at him, but always makes people feel unspeakable sadness in their hearts.

Bright and warm eyes shone over him, joy, apprehension, emotion, and indescribable love.

Could it be that he really thinks of him as his son?

He Qi coughed twice to show solemnity, interrupted the contemplation of the person in front of him, and bowed deeply to the person in front of him: "Thank you for saving my life, my name is He Congtang, a native of Yuzhou, your great kindness, I will remember it in my heart, and I will repay it in this life!"

Xiao Wushuang restrained his smile: "No need, you don't have to repay my kindness, you are really my son, from now on, there will be no such person as He Congtang in this world." ”

He Qi finally realized that this person was not joking.

In the capital, Mrs. Weibeihou was rarely overjoyed, holding the letter in her hand, and hurriedly went to find Weibeihou.

"Master Hou, Cheng Lin is coming back, and in less than ten days, he will be able to arrive in the capital!"

Although Wei Beihou is in the prime of life, but the emperor's court staff is unusual, sturdy and seriously injured, these days are still lying on the soft couch to recuperate most of the time, at first hearing Mrs. Wei Beihou's words, there is no surprise, very ordinary nod: "You don't have to be ten days, you can arrive in five days." ”

"You know?" said Mrs. Wei Beihou, stunned.

Weibei Hou was afraid that Mrs. would blame him, so he hurriedly pulled her to sit down beside him, and said in detail: "I also learned a few days ago that Cheng Lin personally wrote a letter of request to the emperor, and I simply went to the fold, only saying that I missed Cheng Lin, and asked the emperor to see it for the sake of Queen Xiaoyuan, and let Cheng Lin return to Beijing. ”

When Mrs. Wei Beihou heard this, the joy on her face also faded, and she thought deeply of Wei Beihou's words: "Yes, pointing a sword at the emperor, if it is serious, it is the crime of killing the king...... I just don't know if this affection is for Cheng Huan or for your good daughter. ”

Wei Beihou naturally knew who the good daughter in Madame's words was talking about, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Until now, I won't hide it from you, Xu Chengyi lived in the palace before, and the emperor mainly has to summon the soul of Cheng Huan, if the emperor is kind to her, she has also come back for these days, have you ever seen the emperor send someone to ask her?"

Mrs. Wei Beihou lowered her head and thought about it, this is also true.

Now that my daughter is gone, what's the point of saying this? I just hope that my son can come back safe and sound, and I will keep my son for the rest of my life.

"This way, the mountains and rivers are long, the road is long, I hope he can return to us safely. ”

Wei Beihou patted Mrs. Wang's hand and comforted her: "You don't need to worry, although I can't go out now, but there are a few Qing guests to help me run, and I will get better as soon as possible, and I will definitely not worry you in the future." ”

Mrs. Wei Beihou came out of Wei Beihou's study, her heart was happy and troubled, the eldest daughter Xu Chengru went home again, not around, she walked casually in the house, but unconsciously walked to Huanyi Pavilion.

When Mrs. Wei Beihou went in, Bai Chenghuan was writing a letter.

Hearing the greetings of Shao Hui and others outside, she immediately put down her pen and went out.

The sentence "mother" almost blurted out, but when she bowed, her face was already as usual: "Hello madam." ”

Mrs. Wei Beihou glanced at the paper and pen on the desk in front of the window with a smile: "Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Bai Chenghuan shook his head: "No, I want to send a letter to my family to report safety." ”

Mrs. Wei Beihou agreed: "It's good to know that parents are worried at home, but children are always worried." ”

Bai Chenghuan turned around and folded the half-written letter, and asked Mrs. Wei Beihou to sit down, and the water chestnut had already brought tea.

If you are not used to anything, please remember to tell me that this place is your own home. ”

In the past few days, Bai Chenghuan has stayed quietly in Huanyi Pavilion to recuperate, without making any requests, nor has he said that he has done anything out of the ordinary.

Bai Chenghuan came over with a brocade stool, sat down with Mrs. Weibeihou, took Mrs. Weibeihou's hand affectionately, and said with a smile: "Of course, Mrs. treats me very well, this place is really like my home." Madame looks in a good mood today, but what is the joy?"

Bai Chenghuan's tone was naturally close, and Mrs. Wei Beihou was stunned for a moment, this little girl, can even see her joy and anger?

You must know that she is the lady in charge of Houfu, even if she is in a bad mood, in front of outsiders, she is smiling, but this little girl can see whether she is fake happy or really happy.

This is really not easy, Mrs. Wei Beihou is very emotional, this little girl is either very good at observing words and feelings, or she is particularly close to her.

But either way, she didn't dislike it.

She didn't hide it, and nodded: "Yes, it's my eldest son, who offended the emperor and was driven to the border, and now, he is coming back." ”

"Brother...... Is the prince coming back?"

Just like hearing the sound of flower petals blooming in the cold winter, Bai Chenghuan's heart was suddenly filled with infinite joy.

My brother is coming back, does it mean that my brother believes that she is still alive?