"Since you have accepted apprentices, you have to teach them!" After Mu Han finished speaking, he walked on his long legs and stood up.

As soon as he got up, he saw Tang Yan trembling and walking over, reaching out to wipe the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, and stuffing the brocade silk into his cuffs: "Thank you, Your Highness!" Thank you both! ”

What's going on? The master of the Tang Sect, who was just about to avenge his son, why did he suddenly start thanking Hua Wan at this time?

The thorns were squatting back and forth all over the ground, but they were also muttering to everyone in their hearts.

"The old decay is indeed worthy of the three words of the Heavenly Machine Academy!" Tang Yan clutched the brocade silk in his cuffs, and the anger in his eyes was drowned out by humiliation.

Love for the son? Caring for his wife!

In the end, it turned out to be a joke, a game!

It turned out that as early as 20 years ago, he was played with by others.

Lu Niang, what is the maid of the eldest lady of the Xu family. Don't dare to turn your back on the Lord, it's not easy to see each other......

It's all design, it's all an excuse!

The brocade silk said that Lu Niang was a fine work of the Beishuo Kingdom and a member of the Beishuo Poison Sect. Tang Hui is not his parent, but the child brought by Lu Niang's fake pregnancy......

The brocade silk justifiably proves that the real Lu Niang, that is, the maid of the eldest lady of the Xu family, was killed by illness more than 20 years ago. Now this woman, the impostor Lu Niang, has made up a life story. Tang Yan didn't expect that she was a member of the Beishuo Poison Sect, which was the old enemy of the Tang Sect.

For twenty years, he favored her more than all his wives and concubines, and had children with her. She behaved weakly and deceitfully in front of him, and even claimed that as a maidservant, she did not dare to meet his wife, the eldest lady of the Xu family. He always thought that she was pure-hearted and couldn't bear to encroach on the old master. I didn't expect all this excuse, just because her true identity didn't allow it.

He is not Xu Cong's former servant at all.

Blind as a bat! Tang Yan roared inwardly.

Turning around, Tang Yan picked up Tang Rui, who had fallen to the ground. The old eyes were instantly filled with tears. This is the son he has loved for many years. For him, he did not hesitate to give up his natural genius sister-in-law Tang XVII. As a result, in the past twenty years, he has been toyed with by the meticulous work of Beishuo.

"There is still hope for the future Tangmen!" Mu Han threw down a sentence leisurely.

"The Tang Gate of the future?" Tang Yan instantly set his eyes on Tang Qiqi, who was breathing evenly on the hospital bed.

Tang Hui was not his biological son, so the position of the master of the Tang Sect naturally could not be passed on to Tang Hui.

And among all his concubines, no one is more talented than Tang Seventeen Tang Desire, a child.

What is written on the brocade silk? So much so that Tang Yan, the dignified master of the Tang Sect, was so depressed and hoarse.

What's even more surprising is that a brocade silk can easily resolve this crisis?

Tang Yan thought that he had been romantic for half his life, but he didn't expect that in the end, it would be such a ridiculous ending.

"The protégé will definitely pass on the position of the master of the door to the seventeenth! Thank you, Your Highness, for the transfer! It was only at this time that Tang Yan had a little bit of responsibility and responsibility for Tang Seventeen's mother and son.

Tang Yan's words floated in the air and did not echo.

At this time, Tang Seventeen, who was sleeping soundly, gradually improved, and Lu Shaoqing stayed aside to take care of it.

Before the time of the child, Mangspur finally completed five hundred squat jumps. Later, he walked out with wooden legs, carrying Li Changxu's ears. As he walked, he threatened:

It hurt Lao Tzu to do 500 squats and jumps, and you go back and make 1,000 for Lao Tzu!

Outside the thatched hall, Mu Han hugged Hua Wan and walked back together. Hua Wan leaned on Mu Han's chest and remained motionless, sleeping more and more peacefully. Worry-free Chinese network

The moonlight is miserable, on the long bluestone street. Mu Han hugged Hua Wan and walked slowly with long legs.

This part of the way, he wanted to hold her and go on like this.

During this time, she seemed to be less repulsive to him.

At the cantilevered top of the herb attic, a faint and depressed figure invisibly increased the loneliness of the night.

At this time, he sat on the glazed tile, his good-looking peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and his phoenix eyes looked at Hua Wan and Mu Han at the end of the long street.

"Huh. Are they so compatible? Nalan closed his eyes slightly.

What is he to her?

Was it just a passing visitor in her life?

He was not reconciled!

For so many years, she was the only woman he wanted to put in his heart.

He didn't want to leave only traces, but he couldn't embrace them.

"Awake?" Mu Han looked at the person in her arms, she looked very beautiful when she was asleep.

"Wan'er" Nalan Ziqi flew down and landed directly in front of Mu Han and Hua Wan.

"......" Before Hua Wan could calm down, her little face was covered by Mu Han's suddenly raised sleeves.

"There's a shooting star tonight!" Nalan Ziqi Feng's eyes swept the scrutiny on Mu Hanjun's face: "Do you want to be together?" ”

"......" Hua Wan pulled down Mu Han's sleeve and looked at the sky with beautiful eyes.

It's like he's slowly soothing something. Due to illness, his pale face looked extremely clear at this time, like the bright moon hanging high in the bamboo forest, casually revealing the little brilliance left.

Feng Bo held the medicine bowl deep in his arms, and sighed softly.

The breeze is flowing, and the slightest chill is cold. The warmth of the medicine bowl in Shadow Bo's hand gradually dissipated, and the old man shook his head and was about to turn around.

"How is she?" After a long silence, a fluttering voice came out, and I couldn't hear what emotion it was.

"It's still a daily medicated bath, it's good!" Shadow Bo turned around and arched his hand.

"Hmm!" Ying Bo suddenly felt that the breeze wafting from the garden at this moment made people smell slightly bitter, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. It's like the bowl of medicine in your hand that has been cold, and the smell is extremely bitter and cold.

At this time, people are soaking in the hot springs in the Nannuan Palace, the green silk is gentle, the skin is like congealed fat, and the softness of the waist seems to be able to go with the flow.

The smell of medicine fills every corner of the warm hall, accompanied by the misty hot spring water and its pleasant ding dong sound, the water that is picked up is crystal clear, just like the pair of white jade hands in the center of the splash, the beautiful scenery makes people have a moment of drifting.

Ran Ziwan in the pool watched the splash of water in his hand like that, and watched the water flow down quietly. It's just that the eyes full of contemplation seem calm and determined.

That glass of wine, sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty, what kind of flavor does it have?

It's not a lot of expensive wine, but it's a mixed taste, right? The moment of the entrance should be a little more bitter and helpless by fate, and the bitterness of drinking in the middle should be a hundred turns and thousands of turns, and the last drop of drinking must feel a little fishy sweet, that is the taste that should be at the end of life, right?

Or, maybe that glass of wine can't be summed up in these words. A glass of wine is full of emotion, it should be a hundred flavors in the world!

The boudoir woman who was almost killed by the wine a few days ago, Ran Ziwan didn't want to have a second time. As for the taste of the wine, she allowed anyone to contaminate it, but she was late and would not let herself be entangled in it for half a minute!