Leaving the shocking tears, he suddenly laughed stupidly at others.

Last night, the night was cool and thoughtful, reminiscing about the years of baking cakes.

The queen, who didn't want to look any further, said with a tired face: "Okay, Chuan'er." What is this like? After all, Dye Er is Dong Yuma's wife, how can you be so reckless? You can be the prince of a country, do you want to make the world laugh? Saying that, he didn't give Leng Chuan a chance to answer, and looked at Old Prince Pan with a smile, "Old Pan, the mourning family is hurting to put Dye Er in the palm of his hand." If Dong Fuma is not good to Dye'er, he will mourn his family, and he will not be spared. How, you say? ”

"Let the minister take Dye'er back home! She wasn't used to living anywhere else. As he spoke, Old Prince Pan stood up tremblingly, and the two maids beside him hurriedly supported Old Prince Pan, who was trembling all over, "Weichen retreated." ”

Seeing this, the emperor and the queen wanted to say something, but they couldn't help but feel that they were also guilty of this matter and kept their mouths shut. He nodded and watched Old Prince Pan walk out step by step.

Just as he was about to leave, Leng Chuan walked over and knelt down without saying a word.

The stunned Old Prince Pan looked at Leng Chuan fixedly, looking at what he wanted to do.

I saw Leng Chuan half-bowing his head, "King Pan, please ask your nephew to take care of Dyemu." Nineteen years of waiting, my nephew didn't, and I didn't look back. Well, the nephew is willing to wait for her for nineteen years, even if she is not willing to wake up, the nephew is willing to wait, willing to wait for her to wake up. Please, King Pan, don't let her leave her nephew's side, okay? ”

Seeing that Leng Chuan, who had never been unruly, now knelt down for a woman, the queen wanted to say something, but was stopped by the emperor shaking his head.

And the old tearful Pan Wang Ye looked at Leng Chuan, who was once like a prodigal son, and now Leng Chuan, who made a promise so seriously, saw Dong Lingyun also come over before he could speak, kneeling on the ground, "Dad, this father, it's late, it's slow, it's slow, it's lighter, it's less, but please listen to Er's call, although Er's respect for the princess is like a guest, he has never treated the princess badly, and he doesn't dare." Er didn't make any mistakes, why ......" Before Dong Lingyun finished speaking, Leng Chuan laughed, "Haha...... Ridiculous Dong Lingyun, Dong Lingyun, do you still think that dyeing wood has nothing to do with you like this? ”

"Alright. Don't argue with yourselves! The king himself took Dye Er home. Dye is homesick. Home, can't be without dye. As he spoke, he suddenly smirked dumbly, and then clapped his hands together, causing the people present to look at Pan Wangye with a stupid smirk and said, "Dye Er likes to eat baked cakes the most." This king has always forgotten, this forget, he has forgotten for so long. Heart, how many baked cakes should be prepared at night. ”

"Yes!"

"Haha...... In the evening, Dye Er had a baked cake to eat. How glad she would have known it! You guys, aren't you? Go, go, go home, go home, Dye Er can't wait. As he spoke, he trembled as if he was very excited, laughed and walked towards Pan Wangfu.

The queen behind her looked at the back of Prince Pan, and couldn't help but fall into the emperor's arms with tears streaming down her face, "Your Majesty ......"

And Leng Chuan, who was stunned for a few seconds and saw Dong Lingyun chasing him out, also hurriedly got up and chased him out without even saying goodbye to the doctor.

When he was about to arrive at Pan Wang's Mansion, Pan Wang Ye thought of Pan Ranmu, "No, we have to go to pick up Dye'er and go home first." Sichuan Wangfu, turn your head. The coachman who heard the words of the old prince Pan in the car hurriedly turned his head and walked towards the Sichuan Palace.

When the old prince Pan looked at Pan Ranmu who was sleeping on the bed, a line of old tears couldn't help but flow out, holding his mouth, nodding all the time, but he didn't cry, stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Pan Ranmu's face, but he didn't dare to go back and forth a few times before touching Pan Ranmu's face, "Dye'er, dad is here." Don't you just open your eyes and see that your father is coming? ”

Leng Chuan, who was on the side, couldn't bear to look at it and turned his back, but Dong Lingyun was isolated outside the door of the Sichuan Palace, waiting left and right.

Touching the face of Pan Ranmu, who had lost a lot of weight, Old Prince Pan's heart couldn't help but ache, "When you were young, your father was sorry for your mother, and when you were older, your father was sorry for you." Now, are you going to stay in bed to get angry with your father? Saying that, he blinked his eyes very diligently, trying not to let his tears flow too fiercely, he took Pan Ranmu's hand, and clenched it gently, trying to see her hold it back, but she didn't want to hold it gently, so she slid down softly, "Dye'er...... Dye ......" shouted, and an old man began to cry like a child.

The subordinates beside him couldn't help crying. The old prince Pan, who was a dragon and horse on the battlefield, suddenly became much older and much more petite, crying in general.

I don't know how long I cried, but Old Prince Pan suddenly laughed again, "Dyer, she is so naughty, she loves to sleep." Alas...... I must have learned it with your mother. Your mother doesn't teach the good, but teaches the bad. Heart. ”

When the heart on the side heard the call of Prince Pan, he hurriedly wiped his tears, "The slave is here." ”

"You guys, be careful to pick up the princess, don't wake her up, play crazy, play crazy, look, this is tired. Let's go, Dye'er, go home with Dad! ”

Leng Chuan, who wanted to stop him, looked at the old prince Pan like this, so he didn't dare to ask to keep Pan Ranmu, but looking at Pan Ranmu, who was 'sleeping very deeply' supported by his subordinates, he wanted to step forward to hug him, but he was frightened by the sudden eyes of the old prince Pan, "What are you going to do?" This king tells you that this is the king's dye, and you can't touch it! What are you doing? As he spoke, he looked like he was going to resist to the end.

The indifference on the side hurriedly grabbed Leng Chuan, "Lord Wang, Lord Pan is delirious now, so don't make a move." ”

The indifferent words still made Leng Chuan nod, "Okay!" Then he calmly looked at Pan Wangye and saw that he didn't do anything further, then tilted his head and continued to look at Pan Ranmu with his eyes closed, "This girl, she really knows how to sleep, why don't you help the princess get into the car quickly." ”

"Yes!"

Leng Chuan watched Pan Ranmu shake around step by step like a soft light veil, and his heart couldn't help but feel sentimental, wanting to chase after him, but he was indifferent and stopped, "Lord Wang, don't chase it." Look, let's go to King Pan's Mansion later! ”

Leng Chuan, who was stunned, only nodded when he heard this.

When the maids helped Pan Ranmu out, Dong Lingyun hurriedly greeted him, but was stopped by the subordinates of Pan Wangfu, "Princess Ran, princess ......" Unfortunately, his voice could not wake up the sleeping golden lotus.

Her face turned white. How much it hurts. I was wrong, my princess, I was really wrong. Don't I even have a chance to regret it? In this life, I, Dong Lingyun made you hurt. Thinking about it, he looked lonely at the distant carriage and horses driving towards Pan Wangfu, Dong Lingyun hugged his arms like an abandoned child, innocently looked at the direction of the car shadow that had long been gone, and said softly: "I've always been there." Dye. As he spoke, he remembered that morning before the wedding, when he saw Wu Xian and Pan Ranmu hugging, he forced her to stuff two pieces of baked cakes, and then walked away without even giving her an explanation.

At that time, he was so angry, but he loved her and didn't become his wife, she was free, wasn't she? So he thought that he would not take the carriage, but walked out of the palace on foot, walking slowly step by step, and he himself did not understand why he wanted to walk.

After a while, a carriage stopped in front of him, and the puzzled Dong Lingyun looked up suspiciously, only to see that the curtain of the car was pulled up by Pan Ranmu, who was biting on the baked cakes, "Dong nerd, the baked cakes are delicious." After speaking, he smiled sweetly at Dong Lingyun, it was the first time that Pan Ranmu smiled only for himself. It's so beautiful, as if all the beauty around her is covered by her beauty. When he came back to his senses, Pan Ranmu had already lowered the curtain and walked away.

At that time, his heart was suddenly sweet. She is still a princess, her own princess, and her own beautiful princess.

Dong Lingyun, who was withdrawn from his memories, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then turned back to the princess's mansion lonely, leaving only a lonely back and the shadow accompanying him, which was elongated little by little.

Tonight's Pan Wangfu seems to be particularly lively, but everyone knows that it is actually very heavy.

Old Prince Pan is completely crazy, he always calls his subordinates Shi'er, and he didn't call it right once in one night, but everyone didn't mention it intimately. Whatever his name is, it should be.

No, he made the baked cake with his own hands, and said very happily to Shi'er beside him: "Xin'er, you must know that this king's hand is unprecedented, and there is no one before or since. When I was a child, I was stuck to eat pancakes every day. But ......" said with stunned eyes, "but since when did our dyer stop crying to me about eating baked cakes?" ”

Shi'er, who was stupid, replied hurriedly, "It's after the princess died." ”

Chapter 112*End