In the Dragon Yin Palace, the breath of the warm sun envelops the flowers, and the fresh and sweet breath penetrates into the nose.

In the courtyard, the man's deep and mellow voice and the woman's laughter together constitute a beautiful picture.

When Jun Yihan walked in, he was the father and queen mother who had been like this for thousands of years, and the cold eyebrows and corners of his eyes were gradually soaked in softness, and he walked towards them.

"Father, mother."

Feng Qian raised his head with a smile, "Han'er is here." She picked up the flower tea on the table and poured him a cup too, "Nuan Nuan, that girl doesn't know where to go, and there is no one in the Yushu Pavilion, you have to wait for dinner, if you are hungry, eat some snacks first." ”

"Yes, Queen Mother." Jun Yihan nodded and sat down beside them.

"In a few days, Uncle Nangong and Aunt Hongyu will come over, and you can ask people to prepare for the reception."

"Yes."

Jun Moying waited for Feng Qian to finish speaking, and under the signal of her eyes, she glanced at her helplessly, and then said to Yi Han: "You are not young now, do you have a favorite girl?" ”

Jun Yihan's originally flat face stiffened slightly.

"Father, the son didn't think about those things."

"That's not it?" Jun Moying said lightly, "How about the female officer next to you?" ”

Moshi?

Jun Yihan's face sank a little, but it was not easy to attack in front of his father, so he had to say: "She has a gentle temperament, and the servants in the East Palace think she is good, but ......"

"Since there is no one you like, since this is not bad, then let her be your crown princess, what do you think?"

Before he could continue to say something, Jun Moying interrupted him, not giving him any room for refutation at all, except for the arbitrariness that would only be restrained in front of Feng Qian.

"Ahem......" Feng Qian coughed lightly, wanting to say something, but the father and son directly ignored her.

"Father, the son thinks that for now, sharing the worries of the father is what the son should do."

Jun Moying sneered, "Does marrying a wife and having children have an impact on sharing worries for me?" ”

Feng Qian lamented, she seemed to ...... I can't get in.

Jun Yihan's face changed several times, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, "...... Erchen is still young and doesn't want to think about these things for the time being. ”

He was very irritable now, rarely irritable.

This is what Jun Moying and Feng Qian are all about.

Jun Moying suddenly hooked his lips inexplicably, and a faint almost imperceptible smile flowed in his ink pupils, "Still young?" Jun Yihan, you are eighteen, do those eighteen people in your city have sons? ”

Jun Yihan was silent for a while, a not-so-obvious struggle flashed in his eyes, he pursed his lips, and finally said lightly: "Didn't my father and emperor also have two children, his son and the imperial sister?" Uncle Nangong only had the first prince after he was established. ”

The atmosphere around me suddenly became cold.

This is probably the first time that Jun Yihan has confronted his father.

Feng Qian glanced at him in surprise.

This child has been steady and calm since he was a child, and he also accepts the meaning of a qiē from his father, and he is like this today......

It seems like you already have a sweetheart?

But if you have a sweetheart, why deny it? Are you embarrassed?

The hand under the table quietly pulled Jun Moying to stop him from speaking, and only smiled slightly: "Since Yi Han himself is not in a hurry, then this matter will be slowed down first." ”