Hearing Leng Yiqing's questioning full of resentment, Han Bing couldn't help but smile coldly, and asked rhetorically: "Since the adults are afraid of being implicated, why did they recognize me in the first place? Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the emperor has all the opportunities, how can he have the leisure to take care of your family affairs?"

Leng Yiqing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought about this question, but he hadn't figured it out.

When talking to the fake prince today, although he was confused for a while, he listened to the guy's nonsense, and once believed that the recognition of the father and son with Han Bing was purely accidental. But after thinking about it carefully, I immediately realized that I was tricked by him again!

From Han Bing learning to sing Hui opera, to men dressing up as women on stage, and then to making a big fuss about the birthday banquet in Sufu, and finally the father and son recognized each other. Everything seems to be accidental, but there are too many accidents, and there must be some kind of necessity in them.

Looking back now, even Hua Fengshan's ignorance should have been deliberately arranged, so as to achieve a more convincing effect.

And the driving force behind all this must be the fake prince.

But he had to admit that this matter finally came to this end, and it really can't be said that it was completely out of the conspiracy of the fake prince.

Because as Han Bing said, although he was unaware of it for a while at that time, he lost his posture at the birthday banquet, but without any evidence, he could claim that he recognized the wrong person in a trance, or simply walked away.

But he went to the door by himself and took the initiative to take Han Bing back home. All of this is not so much that he was framed by the fake prince, but that he involuntarily threw himself into the net.

Could it be that deep down, he had already decided that Han Bing was his son, but he was never willing to admit this to himself?

"Are you—are you my son?" Leng Yiqing suddenly grabbed Han Bing's hand, and the expression in his eyes was extremely contradictory and complicated, with both expectation and anxiety, and a hidden pain.

Han Bing was not moved by his expression in the slightest, his bright eyes flashed with a cold light, and there was even a hint of disdain on his lips, "So many years have passed, is this question still important?"

Leng Yiqing still stubbornly looked at Han Bing, but his eyes gradually changed from expectation to disappointment. It seems that the boy will never tell him the answer!

For him, isn't this the most direct and cruel punishment? But what is this punishment compared to how coldly he abandoned Fang Yin's mother and son back then?!

Slowly letting go of the cold hand, he suddenly took the glass of wine in front of him and drank it in one gulp, then raised his head, with a trembling bitter smile on his lips: "It's really not important!"

The cold eyes dimmed slightly, and then nodded and smiled: "That's right! In the future, you will still be the Zuo Prime Minister who calls for wind and rain in the court, and I will continue to be that unscrupulous boy who causes trouble." Whether you want to be a loving father or a strict father, I will cooperate with you, and if something happens, you have to clear up the relationship, and you will be beaten and scolded. There is only one thing, do not restrain my actions in the name of my father!"

The cold clothes that had already packed up his mood regained the demeanor of Zaifu for a while, and scolded with a smile: "You slippery boy! I was going to set rules for you today, but in the end, I listened to you set up rules for me here!"

"Han Bing doesn't dare! It's only appropriate for you to make rules. When Mrs. and Ling Lang come back, in front of the whole house, it will not be too late to stand up. Han Bing arched his hand with a smile on his face.

Although Leng Yiqing was still smiling, there was a little more coldness in his gaze when he looked at Han Bing, "However, today I really want to make a rule first-as long as you are in this prime minister's mansion, whether you are in front of or behind people, you must call me father." ”

Hearing this, Han Bing pursed the corners of his lips lightly, nodded and said, "There are many eyes and ears in this Prime Minister's Mansion, and it is indeed necessary to be cautious in words and deeds. With that, he picked up the flask and filled the empty glass for his cold clothes.

Then, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and said solemnly, "Father, who is thoughtful, should understand my intentions." Today, I just want to draw a clear line between you and me first, so as not to get involved with each other and make mistakes with each other in the future. ”

Leng Yiqing lowered his eyes and thought about it, and Fang said slowly: "Do you mean that in the future, you and I will go our own way and not interfere with each other, no matter which of our father and son has an accident, the other will have to stand by and watch?"

Han Bing was still holding the wine glass and nodded solemnly.

"First, the authorities are confused. If we all put ourselves in each other's chess game, it will be difficult to look at the overall situation and take every step of our own way. My father stood in the court, facing the emperor and hundreds of officials in the court, while I was hidden in the rivers and lakes, dealing with the Loyal Alliance and the assassin killer. As long as you and I do our best and do our own thing, we will not make too many mistakes and put ourselves in danger.

Second, care is chaotic. If you always think of the relationship between father and son, it is inevitable that each other will become a burden and a burden to each other, and it will inevitably be bad in the end. If there is really a disaster one day, when we need to draw a clear line, you and I must not have the slightest hesitation, we must go down with a knife, clean and neat, and will never break the thread and drag the mud and water!"

Leng Yiqing slowly picked up the wine glass and drank the tasteless wine slowly.

For some reason, although it was just a hypothesis, Han Bing's words still made him feel a deep fear in his heart, and there was really a scene in front of him where Han Bing was covered in blood......

He quickly closed his eyes, wanting to make this completely imaginary thing disappear as soon as possible. But when he opened his eyes again, the cold ice in front of him seemed to have suddenly become his wife Fang Yin, but there was no longer the love and tenderness of the past in those clear eyes, but a mixture of indifference and alienation.

"Back then, if I had been at home, I wouldn't have let her go like that—"

He looked up at the cold ice, as if to explain, as if to repent.

Han Bing lowered his eyes and drained the wine in his glass, and a cold smile appeared on his face, "Father, I think I drank too much, why did I tell the story?"

Leng Yiqing looked at him in a daze, and smiled self-deprecating for a long time, "When people are old, don't they just love to tell stories? ”

Immediately, he suddenly raised his eyebrows again, and said loudly: "Okay! Now that the words have been spoken, you and I will draw a clear line in the future, and the two have nothing to do with each other! It's just that if you continue to sing tomorrow, will I punish you or not?"

Han Bing suddenly laughed, "Of course, my father has the final say in this matter! Anyway, whether you punish or not, I have to continue singing this scene." For I have made an appointment to sing the Seven Fairies for three months. ”

Leng Yiqing listened, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kid was busy singing all day long, so he didn't have much spare time to go to trouble elsewhere!

Who knew that his breath hadn't completely spit out, so he heard Han Bing sneering and muttering there: "It's a pity that I only caught a few street thugs today, maybe the person I'm waiting for tomorrow will go, and then see how I clean him up!"

“......”

Suddenly drank the wine in the cup, Leng Yiqing immediately picked up the flask and poured himself another glass. What he was thinking at the moment was that it was better to get himself drunk first, lest he be so angry that he couldn't sleep tonight!