These days, Jiang Yu'er has been busy helping Ling Ruohan with Luo Linglin's marriage, and she is very good at managing the monkey at home.

Luo Haoran, who had been looking for a long time and didn't find Luo Yunshuo's figure, finally got bored and scared of Luo Yunshuo's chair, looked at the portrait on the desk, and drew half of the portrait.

Who is this girl? Why does it look so familiar?

At a glance of confidence, her cold eyes are not the same as her father's, but, how can these eyes look like her mother's? And, this face? Could it be that when my father was a child?

Holding an unfinished painting, Luo Haoran seemed to have found something interesting.

The subordinates behind him saw Luo Haoran's actions, and they were so frightened that they dissuaded again and again: "Little Shizi, you can't move this!" ”

"Why?" He asked. Dad is obviously a man, how can he wear a girl's hair ornament? He was curious.

"This is the prince's painting, and when the prince comes back later, if he can't find it, he will definitely be angry." Since Zheng'er's disappearance, the entire palace, the matter of the little county lord has become forbidden, and everyone knows in their hearts that there was once a little county lord, but later, the little county lord disappeared at the full moon banquet of the little prince.

This once made the princess sad for a long time.

Later, the prince ordered that no one could mention the little lord in the palace until he found the little lord to come back. The princess was sad again.

"Then tell me, who is this man?" He asked in a milky voice. I've forgotten all about looking for my father just now.

It's no wonder that Jiang Yu'er smiled at what he said.

"This ...... I don't know this little one! "How dare he say that it's the little county lord, your sister.

With this little ancestor's habit of breaking the casserole and asking the end, he still knows a lot. So, there are some things that the best way to avoid answering is not knowing.

"But, why is this person so familiar?" He tilted his head and thought hard. It's just that I didn't figure it out no matter how I thought about it.

In the end, he came to a conclusion, that is, his father betrayed his mother: "No, my father dares to betray my mother, I must find out the evidence and hand it over to my mother." As he spoke, the whole person slipped off the chair, and the whole study looked around.

The subordinate was behind him, with a look of embarrassment: "Don't look for Xiao Shizi, there is no more." There really isn't any. You're going to mess up the prince's things, and the prince will be unhappy later! "The subordinate is bitter.

"Humph! You are protecting my father, a raccoon dog! I must find out the evidence, and I must let my mother clean him up. As he spoke, a drawer had been opened, and the drawer was full of paintings.

Without thinking much of it, he reached out and pulled out a roll. If the subordinates want to stop it, it's too late.

With a 'whoosh', he opened the scroll in his hand.

A little girl is sitting in front of a baby's cradle and reading a book while holding a book.

It's just, how can this cradle look so familiar?

By the way, isn't this his cradle? It's still in his room. Originally, he said that this thing was already very childish and useless, but his father and mother refused to listen to him, and they just wanted to put it in his room.

He didn't look closely at what the book in the little girl's hand looked like, but he just saw the little girl's face, wasn't it the same as the one that was not finished just now? It's the same person.

Soon, he dropped the scroll in his hand and took out another scroll.

When it opened, it was a little girl who was practicing with a sword. Her appearance is very serious, and her eyes are very sharp, not at all like the eyes of a child of a few years old. The corners of her cold mouth were tightly pressed together, and her eyes were looking intently ahead.

He looked at it, and at one point dropped the scroll in his hand. This time, he got a picture of a mother holding a baby, and she was holding a little girl in one hand. It's just that the background of this picture is Zhennan Wangfu, this place, he knows. It is exactly the location of the vestibule.

"This ......" he said twice, turned around and looked, a man in a black robe behind him, looking at him sitting on the ground with a nervous face, the corners of his mouth tightly together, so similar to the little girl he saw just now.

He was still indignant just now to find evidence to complain, but after seeing the man, he suddenly softened. Throwing down the picture scroll in his hand, he got up from the ground, and regardless of whether he was dirty or not, he ran over and hugged the man's calf tightly: "Dad, are you here?" He had a flattering smile on his face.

This made Luo Yunshuo have to think of a certain woman, who was also like this when he first saw him.

The only difference is that the face of the little guy in front of him still looks more like himself, except for the eyes that are very similar to hers, and the rest of the place is very similar to him.

When I saw my son in front of me, I looked at the picture scroll on the ground. He couldn't help but think of another child, when she was so old with him, she always looked tense and old.

Where is it the same as this little guy with a hippie smile in front of you?

He bent down and took a certain little guy into his arms: "What are you doing?" He asked.

A certain villain secretly glanced at the picture scroll on the ground with his peripheral vision, and then secretly glanced at the man's face, and after seeing that he didn't want to lose his temper, he asked innocently: "Dad, who is the person in this painting?" It's so beautiful! He just wanted to know, who was the person in the painting? Dad is still hiding so secretly for fear that his mother will know, there must be a ghost.

He whispered in his heart.

The man carried him to the desk beside him, and after placing him on the desk, he turned around and squatted down, carefully picking up the messy paintings on the ground one by one, and then tidying them up. Place it on your desk.

Luo Haoran was not in a hurry, he knew that since his father was not angry, it would prove that he would tell him who the person in the painting was.

Sure enough, after Luo Yunshuo packed up the scrolls, he put all the scrolls on the desk, and then he hugged him down and sat on his lap. He spread out one of the paintings, which was exactly what he had just seen, a girl holding a book and reading, and a sleeping baby sleeping in the cradle beside her.

Luo Yunshuo pointed to the girl in the painting and said to his son: "Her name is Zheng'er, and she is eleven years old this year!" He said, just the sadness revealed in his eyes, only he knows that his daughter has been away from him for five years, in the past five years, has she been doing well, has Princess Yuping treated her well?

Luo Haoran was a little curious, why did his father's expression change when he talked about this girl.

"And who is she?" He couldn't help but wonder, who was it? can make my father hide like this, not letting my mother know, and still reveal such a strong sadness, can I say, is there really any adultery?