Chen Youliang was jealous, it turned out that he was so cute when he was jealous, thinking of this, there was an inexplicable burst of sweetness in his heart, and his little face instantly turned crimson.

"Changyue has seen it, ma'am, general." Changyue's calm voice was extremely penetrating.

Yun Qianwen stood at the door in a daze, and didn't react.

"Shallow, my shallow". Wang's group of people happened to come in from the gate, followed by Du Niang and Yun Zhonghe, Wang anxiously ran forward, hugged her into his arms, and cried,

"My poor shallow, I haven't seen him for a few days, how can I be so thin."

Yun Zhonghe behind him couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw it, he hadn't seen him for many days, these three sisters had indeed lost a lot of weight, but her complexion was still ruddy.

"Mother!" Yun Qianwen hugged her mother, and the familiar soft embrace instantly gave her a sense of stability that she had never felt before.

The door behind him was opened, and Chen Youliang just came out, which seemed to be born with a strong deterrent aura of kings, Wang bent down and said respectfully:

"Wang's visit to the King of Han!"

"Du Niang meets the King of Han!" Du Niang stepped forward and gave a big salute.

"Mother doesn't need to be polite!" Chen Youliang turned his back on his opponent and did not step forward.

The arrogant look looked a little unsightly, but his eyes didn't leave Yun Qian's question.

A mother's voice made Wang stunned, it seemed that no man had ever called her mother, and she remembered the unspoken fetus in her womb again, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yun Qianwen didn't stop it, didn't get annoyed, and didn't deny it.

This was followed by a reception banquet, which was not very lively, and there were no guests.

Because Yun Qianwen's body has not healed, Chen Youliang doesn't want her to be too tired, but the dishes are very rich, the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and the eight treasures and jade food are still very complete.

It is enough to see that Chen Youliang still attaches great importance to them, and Yun Qianwen is still very grateful to Chen Youliang.

"Mother, you see that you are thin, and your complexion is much worse, eat more."

Yun Qianwen kept putting vegetables on Wang's plate, but he didn't eat a bite, just stared at his mother, with a happy and warm smile on his face.

While Chen Youliang was drinking and talking with Yun Zhonghe, his eyes were aimed at her from time to time, looking at her face full of happiness, her exquisite little face smiled like a flower, her complexion was much better, and his mood also improved.

Seeing that the wine cup in the clouds was empty, Changyue stepped forward to pour wine.

The moment she approached, Yun Zhonghe's heart almost jumped to his throat, a general who fought on the battlefield, his face was actually red, and from the root of his ears to the root of his neck.

"Qian'er, go and pour wine for King Han." Wang gently reminded Yun Qian, who added tea to her, asked.

Yun Qian asked only then did he notice Chen Youliang, there was no one around him, and his face was slightly red after drinking at this time.

She picked up the teapot and walked over to him and sat down.

Poured him a cup of tea and said softly:

"The wound you just bandaged, it's best to drink less wine."

While saying this, her heart was inexplicably soft.

"Good!" He glanced down at her, and obediently drank the tea from her teacup.

The word "good" is simple, but it is full of infinite spoiling.

She thoughtfully put a piece of pear blossom cake into his lips, Chen Youliang doesn't like to eat pastries on weekdays, but she still took a bite, but her eyes never left her.

He finally saw in her eyes that tenderness was like water, and that tenderness belonged only to him.

At this moment, he felt very happy.

The hall was instantly quiet, and everyone looked at each other, whether this was the Han Wang* Han Princess, or the Han Princess* Han Wang.

But I have to admit that they sit together very well, not the feeling of being a talented woman, but the sense of déjà vu between gods and fairies.

But a noisy sound outside broke the silence, and Zhang Dingyuan, dressed in black, strode in and bowed:

"Lord, the woman surnamed Chen, who was stopped at the gate of the Han Wang's Mansion yesterday, broke in today with a six or seven-year-old child."

Yun Qianwen noticed that the happiness and gentleness in Chen Youliang's eyes instantly froze, and then he held his hand.

"Give them some taels of silver, and send them away." Chen Youliang's cold voice did not have the slightest warmth.

Seeing that Chen Youliang, who was as gentle as water just now, his face changed instantly, and Yun Qianwen seemed to have noticed something.

She heard Chang Yuchun say that Chen Youliang had married a wife, and her surname was Chen.

"But the Lord, she said that if she can't see you this time, their mother and son will be splashed with blood in the Han Palace." Zhang Dingbian continued, but there was a rare calmness in his voice.

"Let's go check it out." Yun Qianwen said softly, and her heart became inexplicably uncomfortable.

Walking out of the hall, I saw a mother and son under the steps being escorted by two black-clothed soldiers, and the child was even more framed, and his little face was red.

Yun Qianwen looked at the woman carefully, and found that although she was a woman, she was white and beautiful, and she looked full of charm.

And that kid is very similar to Chen Youliang, it is simply a copy.

The woman saw Chen Youliang and the others walking out, desperately breaking away from the black-clothed army, running forward and kneeling:

"Xianggong, it's me, I'm Biwei, Li'er, kneel down quickly, call Father."

"Daddy." The child's voice sounded milky, and although he was young, he knocked his head three times on the ground but it was very neat.

"What's going on?" Yun Zhonghe pointed at them and asked Chen Youliang, and his heart was also a little blocked at this moment.

I can't punch him.

And Wang was also dizzy, but fortunately he was supported by Yun Qianwen, who stroked her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look.

Even though Chen Youliang was cold-blooded and ruthless, the moment he saw the child, there was a rare love and pity in his eyes.

After all, it's his own flesh and blood.

He glanced at Yun Qianwen and asked, but saw that Yun Qianwen was expressionless, as if he had nothing to do with her at all.

The tenderness at the corners of her lips and eyes just now was gone, and suddenly he was a little unpredictable about this woman.

Chen Biwei raised her head and saw Yun Qian next to Chen Youliang, so she stepped forward and bowed to her again:

"Madam, please let Xianggong leave our mother and son, as long as there is a mouthful of food to eat, don't starve the child."

"Daddy, I'm so hungry." The little boy was dressed in shabby clothes and patches, and looked yellow and thin.

"I'm not his wife, you're mistaken." Yun Qian asked, hugging his mother, and turned around to leave.

"Since Princess Han refuses to keep you, stay away and expel them."

Chen Youliang's unkind voice made Yun Qianwen stop, this Chen Youliang was forcing her to admit that she was the princess of Han.

"Don't be a husband and wife, a husband and wife for a hundred days, after all, we have been husband and wife, have you forgotten?"

Chen Biwei cried loudly and shouted, it was so pitiful.

And Yun Qianwen didn't sympathize with her at all, and was even a little annoyed, but she felt sorry for the child, who was so young, and she couldn't bear to live a life of exile like this.

Yun Qian turned around and said softly:

"King Han, this kid is so pitiful, and the weather is getting cold..."

"Then you said that they should be placed in the palace, or where, everything will be listened to you." Chen Youliang held her hands, and Yun Qianwen pulled back with resistance.

Feeling that the soft hands in his hands were withdrawn, there was a vacuum in his hands, and Chen Youliang's heart was also empty.