Sitting alone in that simple and secluded courtyard, Leng Yiqing raised his head to look at the little starlight that had just appeared in the sky, but his thoughts had flown back to that summer night many years ago-

Even though it was night, the room was still a little stuffy.

He and his newlywed wife Fang Yin sat together in the courtyard of their house, blowing the cool night breeze, snuggling up to each other under the starlight, and whispering.

"Today, you locked yourself in your study for most of the day, and you didn't even use lunch, but what wonderful and good articles did you write?" Fang Yin, who was nestled in his arms, asked with a smile.

He smiled without saying a word, but he felt something from his sleeve and gently placed it in Fang Yin's palm.

Fang Yin looked down at the thing in her hand, and it turned out to be a white jade, shining faintly in the starlight.

"Isn't this ——, your ancestral jade jue? it has a protective effect, why did you take it off?"

"This jade is a pair, and the one on my body is still there. And this one was given to me by my father yesterday, saying that I want to pass it on to our children in the future. ”

Fang Yin couldn't help but turn her face away shyly, but she held the jade jue tightly in the palm of her hand.

Seeing his wife showing such a sultry shyness, his heart couldn't help but swing, and he hugged her tighter in his arms.

"I've been busy for most of the day, and I'm choosing names for our children. ”

"Pick a name?"

Fang Yin had forgotten her shyness at this time, and turned her head to look at him curiously, "What's the name?"

He tapped his finger on her Joan's nose and said playfully, "Guess what!"

Fang Yin wrinkled his little nose, which was a little itchy by him, and said unconvinced: "This is not fair!

"Well, the hint is on top of this jade. ”

Fang Yin hurriedly held the jade jue in her hand in front of her to take a closer look, but because the light at night was too dim, it was difficult to find any clues for a while.

But she was never a person who easily admits defeat, and since her eyes can't find it, she began to slowly stroke the jade with her hand.

Sure enough, she quickly touched the gap near the jade jue, which was a little uneven. If you touch it carefully, you feel that something should be engraved on it.

At this time, he chuckled and teased: "With your skillful hands that can weave flower baskets and brew willow leaf snow, it shouldn't be difficult to figure out what kind of word it is, right?"

Fang Yin was touched more and more seriously by him.

The strokes of that character are so complicated that they are hard to read.

Seeing that Fang Yin couldn't touch it for a while, he said with a little ridicule in her ear: "If you can't touch it, you will listen to your husband tonight——"

Fang Yin couldn't help but "smack" lightly, although she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly in the night, but her face must have been full of redness.

But her hand was still touching the word.

Suddenly, she let out a soft "ah", then with a little joy, and then with a little complaint: "You cunning guy, you actually use the seal character! This word 'gargle' is too complicated!"

He smiled, and couldn't help but say with a little regret: "It's so complicated, but you still let you touch it!" Alas, it seems that the ——, husband will listen to you tonight!"

Fang Yin suddenly stood up, glared at him coquettishly, and reached out to slap him in the chest, but he grabbed the pink fist squarely.

"You can't hurt yourself by hitting a rough man like me. Just make amends for the lady for her husband!"

While laughing, he pulled Fang Yin into his arms again, and asked softly, "Fang Yin, do you like the word 'gargle'?"

Fang Yin nodded lightly, "The spring flowing stone, the sound is like hitting jade, it is the most beautiful sound in the world." And that child will be the best hope that God has given us. ”

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Just when Leng Yiqing was still immersed in the reminiscence of the past, a clear and more voice like "spring flowing gargle" really sounded softly in his ears.

"Father, are you okay this time?"

Leng Yiqing slowly turned his head and looked at Han Bing, who was standing in front of the courtyard gate with a smile.

"Ice——, you're here!"

Han Bing walked in front of Leng Yiqing, bowed down, and said, "Father, it's been a hard two days, and Han Bing is here to take you home." ”

Leng Yiqing took a closer look at Han Bing, and saw that he looked free and behaved neatly, and he couldn't see anything wrong, so he secretly let go of his heart.

Since evacuating from the secret passage that day, Leng Yiqing has been worried about whether Han Bing will encounter any danger. Although he knew that he was not his son, after all, after getting along for a long time, he couldn't help but care a little more about this young man.

Now seeing that Han Bing came to pick him up in person, remembering the joke that the two said before parting yesterday, Leng Yiqing couldn't help but blurt out while being pleased: "You will still drive this time?"

As if he didn't expect this father to have idle jokes at this time, his cold starry eyes blinked slightly, and then replied with a smile: "Please forgive me, father, this place is deserted, and I really can't find a carriage." Moreover, the mountain road is difficult to walk at night, so it is better to go down the mountain by the adults on the back of the ice. ”

How can you not know that this place of refuge is extremely secret and desolate?

When he came here before, it really took him a lot of effort. At that time, he and the flower doctor were all supported by others, and they walked through that very steep mountain road.

It's just that he deliberately mentioned the carriage at this moment, because he wanted to break the gap between himself and the ice, which always seemed to be absent.

And this layer of diaphragm began to appear after the cold ice drank the pot of poisonous wine.

Leng Yiqing knew very well in his heart that this layer of diaphragm was simply made by his own husband.

When he asked Han Bing who he was at the exit of Huiyuan that day, he had actually completely denied the identity of this young man.

In retrospect, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty and remorseful.

Because deep down, he often feels that compared with his biological son Xiao Yu, who has never met him, Han Bing seems to be more able to touch his father's heart.

However, once something is done wrong, it is not something that can be reversed if you want to.

In fact, Leng Yi knew this truth early in the morning, and in Fang Yin's matter, he had lost any chance of recovery.

And now, in front of the cold ice, he once again felt a complete powerlessness.

Hearing that Han Bing still said that he was going to carry him down the mountain with that implicit and alienated attitude, Leng Yiqing couldn't help but smile with some self-deprecation, but he still couldn't hide the slight embarrassment caused by his rather abrupt joke.

He coughed lightly and pretended to be indifferent: "So I will have to work hard for you." ”

Han Bing grinned and said, "Han Bing has already promised his father, of course he will do what he says. I should have come to pick you up and return to the city with the flower doctor during the day, but I was delayed by other things. As a result, you waited here alone for half a day, which is really a cold mistake, and I hope your father will forgive me!"

Leng Yiqing naturally wouldn't have guessed that Han Bing was running and busy during the day.

After assassinating the Fuyuan general Xing Chengbiao, he rushed to the Zhongyi League and Jishi Temple successively, and invited Xue Youyou and Abbot Huinian to go to the imperial tomb.

Then he returned to Huafu and asked Hua Fengshan to administer needles to him to help him suppress the poison of the heavenly poison in his body.

At this moment, he had just woken up from the coma after the injection, so he rushed over to pick up Leng Yiqing.

Looking at Han Bing's eyes, which were a little brighter than the stars in the sky, Leng Yiqing's heart felt a throbbing pain inexplicably, and he forced himself to smile and said, "Between you and my father and son, there is really no need to be so polite!"

I was going to go back with the flower doctor, but I heard the guy who came to pick him up say that you would come later in the future. I thought, it's better to wait for you to come, and our father and son should go back home together. ”

Han Bing smiled and nodded, "That's true. But before I go home, I have to ask my father to go with me to Jishiji Temple first. ”

"Jishiji?"

Leng Yiqing frowned slightly, remembering the incident that happened in Jishi Temple two months ago, and many conjectures were born in his heart.

But he didn't continue to ask, just nodded and said, "Then let's go! I haven't seen Abbot Huinian for a long time, and it's rare to have this opportunity to visit him again!"