Hearing this word, Wang Xuan froze.

His face turned a little blue. Staring at his little sister, he pursed his lips tightly and said seriously: "Yun'er, the eldest brother is the eldest husband." ”

After spitting out these words, he put on a straight face and stuffed the baby into Chen Rong's arms.

This time, the baby did not struggle, she quietly lay in her mother's arms, tilting her head to look at the eldest brother.

As the carriage moved, she flattened her mouth, and then lowered her head.

Feeling that his daughter's breath sticking to the neck socket was a little stuffy, Chen tolerated and smiled: "Yun'er is not happy? ”

The baby tugged at the hem of her garment, but did not answer.

Chen Rong reached out and lifted her chin and looked at her daughter's face.

As soon as she saw it, the baby snapped her hand off and continued to stick it to her neck socket honestly.

After a while, the baby called out in a milky voice: "Big brother." ”

Seeing that this angry baby actually took the initiative to speak, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan were shocked, Wang Xuan smiled and said, "Don't annoy the eldest brother?" ”

Wa'er 'en' and said, "Yun'er stands up to the sky and the earth, don't be annoyed by beauties"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face brushed the subway blue, and the twins who were listening outside laughed wildly.

The laughter was stirring, and it was spread that there was a burst of mountains and valleys between heaven and earth.

At this time, it was at the intersection of the three official roads, and the loud laughter from this team attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

Fifty paces away, in the resting pavilion, a man wearing a hat glanced at him.

It was this glance, and he was stunned.

Staring at the slowly approaching convoy sign, his low and magnetic voice slowly came, "Langya Wang Hong? "The voice is complicated and inexplicable.

Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a soldier heard this, took a closer look at the convoy, leaned over and whispered: "It is Langya Wang Hong, I heard that the Wang family is unstable, and strongly invited him to go down the mountain." ”

Speaking of this, Shi smiled and said: "The lord is galloping, but I am afraid that I have not paid attention to these little celebrities of the Jin people." "The voice, with an indescribable pride.

The man under the hat didn't seem to hear, he quietly looked at the carriage that was getting closer and closer, and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Wang Hong has come down the mountain?" What about his wife and children? ”

"I followed him down the mountain." The priest said, "His woman said she was a humble woman, but the world said that she was generous and brave and had the strength of a husband. ”

Seeing that Han seemed to be listening seriously, the scholar said again: "Among the celebrities of the Jin Dynasty, Wang Hong is the number one person. I heard that his son is also extraordinary. ”

"Son?" Shi's voice became even hoarse, and he repeated in a low voice, "Her son? ”

Looking at the approaching carriage in a daze, Han suddenly fell to his feet and jumped on the horse's back.

As soon as he moved, more than a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time.

The man didn't reply, but said lightly: "You stay here." ”

With that, he rode out.

Seeing him rushing straight towards Langya Wang Hong's convoy, the man exclaimed, "It's not good, the lord can't" When he said this, he also turned on his horse and hurriedly followed.

When he came to the side of the road, he stopped at some point.

Turning his head sideways, he was motionless there, as if there had been a thousand years of loneliness.

It wasn't until the motorcade passed by that he slowly turned back.

With his head tilted slightly, he stared intently at the convoy.

In between, there were several luxurious carriages. Next to the carriage, Wang Hong, who was dressed in white and shengxue, and two handsome twin teenagers, rode horses to follow, talking and laughing.

As for the carriage around them, there sat a beautiful young man, who was leaning on the shoulder of a woman, and his stubborn expression was full of dependence.

In the woman's hand was a handsome little boy.

Han lifted his hat lightly and looked at the woman.

It's been seventeen years.

It's been seventeen years.

She is still so gorgeous, like the most blooming moon season. Towards the sun, towards the spring, unscrupulously show her beauty and charm.

What is different from before is that there are no longer traces of greenness on her face and body, and she is very ripe.

Her expression was serene, and the eyes that were always sparkling and sparkling were not sharp.

Her face, her eyes, only peaceful, only serene, only a kind of spoiled cat has laziness.

It seemed that she hadn't seen the darkness in many, many years, that she had forgotten her claws, and that she no longer possessed her sharpness.

It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun, and it seems that the life that was once dead is nothing more than this, and in her life is completely gone, and all that is left is sunshine and happiness.

Looking at it, Han found that his eyes were a little astringent.

It's a strange thing, how many years? He thought that he would not have tears, and he would not have vulgar feelings.

He had wanted to ride over.

But after looking at it like this, he suddenly didn't want to go over.

How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? In this world, chaos, fighting, pain and death are the main tone of the world, and defeat and sorrow fill the whole earth. How many Han Chinese lined up and threw themselves into the river in full clothes to commit suicide.

How is it that all this suffering and suffering is no longer relevant to her?

How could she live so well? Could it be that she has the only pure land in this world?

Thinking of this, Han couldn't help but look at Wang Hong.

Seventeen years have passed, and the handsome and glorious young man in the past is still handsome, but he has matured a lot.

Looking at him, Han slowly, slowly lowered his head.

Standing on the side of the road like this, standing in a place where no one could see, Wang Hong of the Han Dynasty gave a slight salute, and said in a low voice that he could only hear: "Full of devastation, you have great talent, but you turn a blind eye...... However, I still have to respect you, and you have finally protected this woman and given her a piece of pure land. ”

In this world, how much happiness and pampering do you have to be a peaceful and lazy mediocre woman?

In this world, what a tough and protective man is that can make a sharp and ruthless woman put away her claws and whips, and stand behind her to shield her from the wind and rain?

At this moment, Wang Hong, who was riding forward, seemed to feel something, and he slowly turned his head.

At the moment when he turned his head, Han pressed down the hat and rode away.

What he saw was only Han Wei'an's back.

This back is so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar. It has a kind of blood that comes from the battle of thousands of troops and horses, and it also has a kind of majesty that is above the world.

Looking at it, Wang Hong frowned. At this time, Chen Rong's gentle and curious voice came, "Qilang, what are you looking at?" ”

Wang Hong turned his head.

To his wife and the children leaning on his wife, he raised his lips and smiled, and said softly, "It's okay. [|学网]