Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

The father and son hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they went back to the post house together.

Yang Yi had already prepared the food and drink, and stood aside respectfully with Ning Yao.

Seeing the prince and the prince talking and laughing, their hanging hearts finally eased, and they don't have to worry anymore!

"Both of you step back, I will have a good conversation with the prince," Han Qianfeng said.

"Yes, my lord."

After a few glasses of wine, Han Qianfeng talked more, and looked at his son with more love and affection.

For so many years, every once in a while, the son always went to find the little girl of his dreams.At that time, he was inexplicably irritable.

But the father supports his son, he can't stop it openly, he can only press it in his heart.

Tonight, my son finally agreed not to continue, how unhappy he was!

Looking at his handsome and handsome son, Han Qianfeng couldn't help but think of the scene when his father brought him back to the palace.

"Ming'er, I haven't told you about it for so many years. When you first came to the palace, I was actually disgusted in my heart."

Han Ming smiled slightly, took down his wine glass, and gave him a cup of tea instead.

"My son can understand. My father already had Lin'er and Ruoying at that time, and my son was just a child picked up by my grandfather. Moreover, I can imagine how timid I was back then. How heroic my father is, but my son is your last Disgusting look."

Speaking of this, I also laughed at myself.He already knew what happened back then, how can a child who was trafficked and abused be cheerful and sunny?
Han Qianfeng also smiled and took a sip of tea.

"It's not timid, but cautious. Your grandfather must let me recognize you as his son. He said that your eyes are bright and resolute, and you have a righteous spirit. You will definitely become the glory of the Southern Palace in the future."

Han Qianfeng patted his head with a loving face: "You are older than Lin'er, but you were much thinner than him at that time. Thinking about it now makes me feel distressed. I didn't have any hopes for you at the time, I just thought it was too much. Just raise a child."

Han Ming nodded and listened to him quietly.

"But what I didn't expect was that you worked hard and made progress. Not only did you read well, but your martial arts were also second to none in our capital. Even the late emperor praised you. When you were ten years old, your grandfather asked the late emperor to grant you You are the son of the world."

Han Qianfeng looked far away and narrated calmly.

"I objected at that time, because I knew you were not my own child, and the eldest son was going to inherit the throne. I was worried that one day you would walk away, or even repay your kindness, and then our hard work would be in vain. But your grandfather Reject all opinions and insist on this. In addition, Lin'er is really not up to date, so I can only acquiesce."

"Now it seems that his decision is correct. My Ming'er is both civil and military, kind and filial, not only the glory of Nanwangfu, but also the glory of our Dazheng."

Han Ming's eyes were red, and he lifted his clothes and knelt straight down: "My son is grateful to my father for his many years of nurturing and teaching. The kindness of nurturing is beyond heaven. No matter what the future holds, my son will always be my father's child. Everything in the Nanwang Mansion, my son duty-bound!"

Han Qianfeng quickly helped him up, and his eyes were wet.

"You are old and sentimental, did your father talk too much tonight?"

Han Ming smiled and shook his head: "No. And the father is in the prime of life, not old at all. You are the feared uncle regent!"

Han Qianfeng laughed out loud and had a drink with him.

"Your Majesty is young, and the last emperor's deathbed entrustment to his father dare not forget. Ming'er, in another 20 years, this responsibility will fall on you. You are modest and steady, just what you need to be a prince. But you want Remember, the most important thing when inheriting the throne in the future is not humility, but the combination of kindness and power, and even more often, prestige is more important than kindness!"

"My child remembers!"

When Han Qianfeng was drunk, Han Ming helped him to the couch and covered him with a quilt.

When he went out, he called Yang Yi over.

"Did you tell your father that you found me there?"

Yang Yidao: "Without the son's permission, my subordinates dare not speak."

Han Ming said "Yes", "I'll go out for a while and I'll be back later. Father drank too much wine, you will take care of him."

When he arrived at Ling's mansion, Ling Yue hadn't slept yet.

The door of the Zhaixing Pavilion was wide open, and she was dozing off with her chin resting on one hand.From time to time, she knocked her head on the table, rubbed her head and continued.

"Yue'er." Han Ming was both distressed and funny, and he approached her and called her softly.

Ling Yue opened her eyes to see that it was him, and hurriedly stood up: "Brother, I thought you weren't coming back."

Han Ming smiled softly: "I'll be back. My father is here, and I have to go to the post house. I'm afraid you're in a hurry, so I'm here to tell you."

"Oh, okay." Although she was reluctant to give up, she did not keep him, after all, keeping him would only make things difficult for him.

Han Ming rubbed her hair: "I will go to the Empress's banquet together, see you then. I won't be able to come over these two days, remember to tell Dad when he comes back."

"Ah."

Seeing that she hesitated to speak, Han Ming smiled again: "What do you want to say?"

Ling Yue took his hand and shook it, pursing her lips.

"Grandma said that you also have a younger sister over there. Do you have a good relationship? Is she prettier than me? I like you more than me?"

Han Ming understood that the little girl was jealous.

So cute!

Just as he remembered!
He sighed leisurely, his eyes full of doting.

"All these years, I don't remember anything but you. I have come to look for you again and again, and you still ask me this question? Are you stupid?"

The little girl smiled happily: "Stupid!"

Han Ming pulled her to sit down: "Yue'er, Dazheng's father and grandfather are kind to me. So I have a certain responsibility for Ruoying. But for you, I have no reservations. For you, I will do anything Pay. You are the most important person for my brother!"

It was already late at night, and Han Ming didn't stay for long.

Before leaving, I went to see Ah Yun, the little wolf cub had practiced so much that he was almost useless.Suddenly seeing Han Ming coming in, he quickly stood up.

"Should I still call you 'Mr. Han'?"

Han Ming smiled: "It seems that Yue'er trusts you very much."

"Ah."

Han Ming sat down and asked, "Ayun, has Ling Rou been having trouble with Yue'er all this time?"

A Yun said truthfully: "Before getting married, yes, but after getting married, I can't take care of myself. And the eldest lady is smart now, she is the only one who bullies others, and others can't bully her."

Han Ming couldn't help laughing when he heard this, it's nothing to worry about!

"Okay, don't delay your rest. I'm leaving!"

The moment the door was closed, he suddenly turned his head and said: "Practice your kung fu well, now it's too bad, not worthy of my sister!"

Ah Yun was stunned, the eldest lady didn't dislike him for his poor skills, what does Mr. Han mean?
Just when I wanted to ask more clearly, I saw him leaping up to the roof in a handsome manner, and then disappeared into the night.

"Amazing!"

After Han Ming arrived at the posthouse, Han Qianfeng was still asleep.He asked Yang Yi to go out, and stayed there to take care of him.

After all, he drank too much alcohol, and Han Qianfeng got up to vomit from time to time, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Han Ming wiped it for him carefully, without any disgust.

"Ming'er, no matter how Lin'er provokes you, don't worry, the father believes in you, trusts you"

Han Ming's hand stopped in mid-air, looking at his raving father, he murmured: "Father, thank you!"