Tease the medical concubine, the prince has been chasing

"My lord..." Dashu's mother, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stepped forward, and said with embarrassment, "Thank you, my lord, for your love, but our Zheng family's business has been neglected for a long time, and I'm afraid if we don't go back..."

Ning Han nodded, expressing his understanding.

Seeing him like this, Zheng's mother also breathed a sigh of relief, and happily went back to her room to pack her things.

The big tree stood where it was, with its head down, its small shoulders flinching, and it didn't speak.

Ning Han sighed, covered his head with his big palm, and rubbed it.

Dashu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said sullenly, "My lord, after returning to Yuanjiang City, can you say hello to Sister Yao and me, just say that I miss her very much, and I will definitely visit her when I have the chance."

"of course can."

"Prince..." Dashu hesitated to speak, and finally fell silent for a while, just said: "I am very lucky to meet you, and I will never forget the kindness of Prince Ning's Mansion in my life."

Ning Han sighed, and patted Dashu on the shoulder: "After returning home, run the business well, maybe your sister will need your help in the future."

Dashu nodded again, bowed his head and ran back to the room.

Ning Han looked at his back, to be honest, a little surprised.

In the past three months, Dashu has grown a lot, and he thought Dashu would cry and would not go back.

Xia Bing finished distributing the salary to the other servants, and was ordered by Ning Han to pack his own things.

Ning Han looked around and went back to the bedroom where he stayed for three years.

Looking at the closed door, Ning Han took a deep breath.

Before Tang Xueyao came, he felt that he was in hell, and everyone he saw was a ghost, and everyone he saw was a nightshade.

Every day in a daze, begging for death to everyone who gets close to him.

After Tang Xueyao came, Ning Han thought about it carefully, and found that every day was looking forward to it.

I can't bear to close my eyes before going to bed, and I can't bear to blink when I wake up. Every second is a new life, and every moment has a new experience.

It was Tang Xueyao who convinced him that all hardships come with rewards.

Ning Han caressed every utensil Tang Xueyao carefully crafted for him, feeling warm in his heart.

With a wife like this, he never thought of death again.

However, for him, it was an opportunity, but for Tang Xueyao it might not be a good thing.

He was paralyzed before, and Tang Xueyao could only handle family affairs.

Now that he is all right, he clearly vowed to give Tang Xueyao a good life.

But now that Tang Xueyao has a home and can't go back, it doesn't matter if she is homeless, she still has to worry about being assassinated.

And the person who wanted to assassinate her was actually her father-in-law.

Ning Han held his forehead and laughed out loud.

How shameful, his father.

In the past, he thought that his father was just being deceived by others, so he didn't go to find out the facts when he was furious.

Although he has disadvantages, but for the world and the common people, he is a really good emperor.

But now, he just finds it ridiculous.

Is it really possible for a person who treats human life like nothing, a ruthless person, to treat people like children, and to know that water can carry a boat?
If the father really governed the world so well, why would Yuanjiang City, which is so close to the capital, dare to plunder the people's fat and anointment?

"My lord, my lord!" A Hua suddenly ran in, with a worried expression on his face: "Someone is coming from the palace, I want you to see His Majesty!"

finally come.

As soon as Ning Han turned around, he saw Liu Fu salute to him with tears in his eyes: "Long time no see, Your Highness Prince Ning."

Liu Fu, the emperor's personal eunuch.

He is the same as his father, but he is tactful and good at being a man.

Moreover, every time he contradicted his father in the past, it was indeed Liu Fu's mediation.

Thinking of this, Ning Han nodded to him with a gentle face: "Eunuch Liu, long time no see."

"Your Majesty misses you very much. As soon as he knew you were back, he sent his servants to come quickly to invite you." Liu Fu smiled, all the wrinkles were open, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

He is really happy.

King Ning also counted the children he saw growing up since he was a child, who were talented and had a hard life, and he had been secretly paying attention to them all the time.

Seeing his moving face, Ning Han felt the restlessness in his heart dissipate a lot.

Just like Yao'er's way of handling things, it is useless to always shrink back when soldiers come to cover up.

Sooner or later he will see the emperor.

So he took the initiative to say to Liu Fu: "Then I will trouble my father-in-law, please."

"Your Highness, please."

Ning Han took Xia Bing and Xia Yun into the carriage, the road was rickety, and at first glance, the driver was frantically whipping his horsewhip, in a life-and-death race.

It seems that his father is very anxious.

Soon, the carriage stopped firmly at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ning Han straightened his clothes and walked in with his head held high.

As soon as they entered, they saw the emperor looking forward to it. As soon as the two looked at each other, the emperor's old eyes blinked, and two lines of tears rolled down.

I haven't seen her for three years, she's thinner, darker, and her eyes are sharper than before.

Judging by his expression... he is not as respected as before.

"Han'er..." The emperor got up, staggered a bit, but still rushed towards him immediately.

Ning Han looked at it indifferently, and saluted abruptly: "I have not been filial to my father for three years, please forgive my father."

The emperor lifted him up tremblingly, looked at his face carefully, and said reproachfully: "What nonsense are you talking about, when did you and I, father and son, become so different?"

Ning Han didn't answer.

The emperor trembled, teardrops rolled down, and suddenly he was ten years old, and his body was bent: "My good boy, are you still blaming me?"

"I don't dare, I only blame myself for being stupid and stepping into the trap of thieves."

"I... I am really ashamed of you." The emperor wiped away his tears, squeezed Ning Han's arm, and said sadly, "You're so thin."

Ning Han closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gloomy gaze had become gentle. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked directly at the emperor with amorous eyebrows.

"Father, I don't blame you, really." Ning Han laughed, the ice and snow were about to melt: "It doesn't matter if you lose weight, your body and mind are much lighter."

On the surface, he was acting like a father and son with the emperor, but inside he became more and more anxious.

An eager yell rushed through his mind, and he wanted to shake his father and ask him why he wanted to kill his wife.

Why should the person who cured her son be driven out of the capital, why should she be hunted down, why should she be hunted down a second time after failing once.

Why did I stay in bed for three years, and didn't come to visit me when I was dying, but now weeping, I don't know if it's true or fake.

Father, why?
But Ning Han's cold reason kept torturing his doubts, keeping him silent, and he only played 24 filial piety with his false skin.

Without him, he knew his father too well.

It's nothing more than power, it's nothing more than for your own good, it's nothing more than you, a bastard, who is fascinated by women.

Then grounded, and then hunted down.

It's not for his own good to be in a hurry to get him back this time.

It's just to create momentum for him to fight against the powerful Ningliang Group.

Maybe he has already chosen a famous lady from a famous family, and he is waiting for them to develop their power after they take over their in-laws.

Performing these things for him now is all just to make him cooperate with peace of mind.

So boring.

Ning Han embraced the emperor, resting his head on his shoulder, his eyes on the dragon chair.