"Father is sitting alone in the pavilion, but is it to enjoy the rain?"

Hearing the voice of Qingyue, who he was familiar with, Leng Yiqing struck a fierce spirit, and slowly turned his gaze to the white-clothed young man who was standing in the drizzle with a smile.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Han Bing, you—you're back!"

"The child is greedy for fun and returns late, but it is the father of Lao who has been waiting for a long time!"

There was always a hint of a light smile on Han Bing's extremely handsome face, and in the drizzle, it seemed to carry a touch of sorrow.

Leng Yiqing looked at him deeply, and an unspeakable sadness gradually revealed in his eyes.

At this time, Han Bing had already turned his gaze to the golden pot on the stone table, and suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out that my father has prepared good wine, which is very good! Otherwise, how can you enjoy the lotus in the rain without wine?"

As he spoke, he stepped into the pavilion.

Hearing Han Bing say this, Leng Yiqing couldn't help but move his gaze to the few budding lotus flowers in the lake, and his mind suddenly wandered for a moment.

It turned out that at some point, the lotus flower that Mrs. Su Xiangzhu loved had been planted in this lake.

In fact, what Fang Yin likes is the crystal clear water of the lake and the reflection of the swaying weeping willows reflected in the lake......

His gaze couldn't help but move to the willow forest on the shore with the wandering thoughts.

Han Bing's gaze followed him to the willow forest, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, but a glint flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the green in the smoke and rain, Leng Yiqing seemed to see the beautiful woman like the blue of the empty valley again, picking a willow leaf with her slender hands and putting it into a delicate willow basket hanging from her jade wrist. Then she looked back at him and smiled......

After a trance, Leng Yiqing suddenly remembered that the person who was hiding in the willow forest at the moment was Zhu Mo-

As soon as he thought of Zhu Mo, his heart shook sharply!

He turned his head to look at Han Bing, shook his head with a smile, and said, "You kid is so stubborn, how can you know how to calm down and appreciate the lotus? Besides, this drizzle is like sorrow, but what you see is a pool of smoke and willows!"

At this time, Han Bing had already withdrawn his gaze to look at Liu Lin, and when he heard Leng Yiqing say this, he smiled "hee" again, and actually came to the table without being polite at all, and sat down in the lower position on Leng Yiqing's right side.

"It doesn't matter if it's a lotus or a willow, anyway, if there's wine!"

With that, he took the golden pot in his hand, and took two of the four delicate gold-painted porcelain wine glasses placed beside him, and placed them in front of Leng Yiqing and himself.

Then he lightly lifted the golden pot and filled each of the two white porcelain glasses.

His series of movements looked extremely chic and neat, and his demeanor was even calmer.

After putting down the golden pot in his hand, he sat there and looked at Leng Yiqing with a smile, as if waiting for his father, the Lord, to propose a toast.

Leng Yiqing has been sitting there, silently watching Han Bing do all this, but at this moment, his heart is like boiling oil, and the pain is unbearable.

It took him almost all of his willpower to reach for the glass filled with poisoned wine, and slowly held it up, while barely showing a warm smile on his face that was not much like usual.

"Ice—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a cold smile: "Father, this glass of wine should be toasted by the child first!"

As he spoke, he picked up the glass in front of him.

At this moment, his starry eyes drooped slightly, and his long black eyelashes moved lightly, covering all the expressions in his eyes, only the cold smile on his lips was clearly visible.

"The child knows that he is stubborn by nature, and he has caused a lot of trouble for his father during this time. Today, the child will make amends to his father with this glass of wine, hoping that he will forgive me for the sins I have committed in the past!"

After saying that, he jerked his head back and drank all the wine in his cup!

"Ice—"

Leng Yiqing's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, and the hand that was holding the wine glass began to tremble slightly.

Han Bing suddenly reached out and held his hand that was holding the wine glass, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Although this wine is good, it is too strong." My father has been in poor health these days, so let's drink a few glasses less!"

Before Leng Yiqing could reply, Han Bing exerted a little force, forcing him to slowly put the wine glass in his hand back on the table.

Leng Yiqing stared at Han Bing's still smiling face, his lips moved a few times, and finally nodded speechlessly, and the hand holding the wine glass also fell under the table.

As soon as his hand fell, he was gently held by the cold ice under the table.

At this time, Han Bing had already raised his eyes to look at the willow forest, with a hint of disdain on his lips, and said: "I just heard from the people in the mansion that Commander Zhu beside the emperor also came to the mansion as a guest.

I don't know where he is now? Isn't it like you, my father, who is obsessed with that pond of smoke willows and gets lost in that willow forest?"

Leng Yiqing was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly understood, it turned out that Han Bing already knew everything!

That's why he rushed back at this time and deliberately appeared in front of him.

Moreover, he completely ignored his many hints, and without the permission of his father, he entered the pavilion without his permission, and sat down beside him with such a big sword.

And just now, he actually drank that cup of poisonous wine mixed with heavenly poison!

Thinking of the cup of poisonous wine that the hermit people drank and would never be able to understand, Leng Yiqing's heart couldn't help but feel a burst of anxiety and throbbing.

Why?

If he knew that this was a trap that poisoned him, why did he drink that cup of poisoned wine?

Is it for Shiyu?

He was really willing to sacrifice his life to save the brother who had only known him for a few months and was not the same mother as him?

It's — it's kind of unbelievable.

Or—

Han Bing's purpose in doing this is actually to save his father, who is the left minister?

Maybe he was ordered by the fake prince to keep himself, Lord Zaifu, who holds military and political power, can call the wind and rain in the court, and can help them in seeking power and usurping the throne.

If this is the case, then aren't these people ten thousand times more cruel than the emperor in the palace?!

Even the emperor, who has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, has never personally ordered the execution of any of his sons.

And the fake prince made him watch his own son poisoned to death in order to save his life as a father!

As soon as he thought of this, Leng Yiqing's eyes couldn't help but split, and the right hand held by Han Bing began to tremble violently.

Han Bing's eyes were still looking at the willow forest, and there was still a faint smile on his face, but his left hand, which was holding cold clothes under the table, tightened a few times.

At the same time, he also said in a very soft voice: "I'm fine. At this time, we must not let that Commander Zhu see any flaws, otherwise we will not only lose our previous achievements, but also harm Shiyu because of this!"

Hearing Han Bing mention "Shiyu", Leng Yiqing couldn't help but be shocked, and suddenly came to his senses.

He hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting to say something to cover up his gaffe. However, at this time, he really didn't know what else he could say.

It's happened, and Cold Ice has drunk the poisoned wine. And the danger they face is far from being lifted.

After taking a deep breath, Leng Yiqing also turned his gaze to the willow forest, and saw that the guard commander Zhu Mo took his hand and slowly walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.