Tease the medical concubine, the prince has been chasing

Tang Xueyao in the sedan chair turned red when she heard Ning Yan's angry voice.

She bit her lower lip tightly, wanting to raise the curtain to prove their innocence in shame and anger, and by the way, feed Ning Yan a few packs of dumb medicine.

snort!How can you let him speak like that!
"Pfft!"

Ning Han chuckled, and stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's delicate chin, "Don't bite, it hurts!"

Tang Xueyao, who was already ashamed and angry, wanted to find a tunnel to get in now.

Does this man understand what he is talking about!
Tang Xueyao angrily slapped off the slender hand on her chin, her eyes were full of water, she stared fiercely at the man, she seemed aggrieved, "Sir, you have changed!"

The man's affectionate eyes are like scorching flames, as if they want to pass through her body and connect with her soul.

He played with a strand of her hair, and said casually, "Really, what changed?"

"In the past, you were pure, shy and easy to overthrow, just like a docile little sheep, adoring people."

Tang Xueyao was extremely wronged in her heart, she pouted and continued to complain: "I didn't realize until now that you are a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you are not easy to overthrow!"

"how come!"

Ning Han put his arms around the woman's waist, jumped up, and smiled innocently, "Look, it's still easy to push."

Tang Xueyao froze all over, staring blankly at the handsome face below her.

Two seconds later, a roar erupted from the carriage,
"Ah! Ning Han, you, you bastard!"

Then, the carriage shook violently, causing the horses to neigh.

Xia Yu, the coachman who Ning Yan forgot to take away and couldn't take away, had a crack appear on the face of the iceberg that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

His prince is fierce enough!
That is, can you consider how they feel as subordinates?

Not only did he think so, but also the knights of the rivers and lakes tens of meters behind the carriage had the same idea.

Tang Xueyao in the carriage didn't know how much misunderstanding she caused by angrily hugging the man and rolling off the soft couch together in order to get revenge.

At this moment, she was supporting the man under her with a guilty expression. How could she have forgotten that her husband was still wounded before she resisted.

Although it has healed a lot, it still needs to be protected.

She checked carefully, and after making sure that the wound was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to raise her eyes to apologize, but unexpectedly bumped into the man's aggrieved eyes.

"My lady, I'm in pain!"

Ah, the handsome man is acting softly.

Tang Xueyao's heart, which was already guilt-ridden, fell into deep self-blame like a rapidly growing vine.

Such a desolate and indifferent husband should be pampered, how can he speak harshly to him!
Even though she knew it was a beauty trick, Tang Xueyao still took the bait.

For the rest of the journey, she spoke softly and tenderly.

After five days of rushing, the group finally arrived at the palace.

Ning Han got out of the carriage, stretched out his hand instead, and said with a different gaze: "Lady, we are going home."

"Ok!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, looked at the door plaque with the three characters "King Han's Mansion" in unison, and walked into their long-lost home with their fingers interlocked.

The days after entering the mansion were not leisurely.

Taking advantage of the lack of heat in the sun, Tang Xueyao summoned all the servants in the mansion to clean everything inside and out of the palace.

Finally, before sunset, the cleanup was finished.

At this moment, the sunset is shining brightly, and a wisp of cooking smoke rises from the kitchen of the Wangfu.

Just as everyone was preparing to have dinner with tired faces, someone came from the palace.

"His Majesty heard that King Han was back, and he was eager to love his son, so he specially ordered servants to come and fetch the prince into the palace."

Tang Xueyao looked at Eunuch Liu who came to pass the decree, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Cut! Cats cry and rats pretend to be merciful, and they won't stop even for a moment."

Ning Han's piercing eyes became softer, he put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and said softly, "Wait for me to come back."

"Hmm!" Tang Xueyao answered lightly with lowered eyes.

Then silently picked up the handkerchief, wrapped a few pieces of hibiscus cake, and handed it to the man, "Master, take it and eat it on the way."

Ning Han put it away and got up, followed Eunuch Liu into the palace indifferently.

Outside the imperial study room, Ning Han had mixed feelings in his heart.

"My lord, please come in, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time." Eunuch Liu reminded with his back bowed.

Ning Han raised his eyebrows and stepped in.

In front of the table made of golden nanmu, the emperor sat upright in the middle, holding a writing brush with an awe-inspiring expression.

"My son, please see Father." Ning Han cupped his hands and saluted.

Ning Hao stopped writing when he heard the sound, and raised his eyes to look at the person who came, with obvious joy in his slightly tired eyes.

"Han'er, you've come back, just in time, come and see what I just mentioned."

Ning Han's sword eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he was confused, but his face did not show the landscape, and he walked to the desk.

On the rice paper that exudes a faint fragrance of ink, it is impressively written "loyal to the emperor and serve the country".

"Han'er, regarding Jiang Fei's matter, you have done a great job. I am very pleased, and I specially mention this sentence as a gift to you."

The emperor stroked his chin, watching every expression on Ning Han's face with his long and narrow eyes.

Ning Han pretended to lower his eyes to admire, under the thick eyelashes, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

As soon as he came back, his father called him into the palace so eagerly. It is absolutely impossible that he was thinking of the deep love between father and son, and now he is sending him "loyal to the emperor to serve the country". Is it to warn him that he will be a minister after all and not to have any dissatisfaction with the emperor?
Still, there are other plans.

Ning Han concealed his thoughts, raised his hand to cover the rice paper, and carefully admired it: "Father Wang's words, once retracted and released, are full of grace, but they are not strong enough."

Ning Han frowned, his eyes darkened, "Father, take care of yourself."

"I, no problem!"

The emperor raised the corners of his lips, trying to make his words more believable, but the worry in his brows and the disappointment in his eyes could not deceive anyone.

He knew that calling Han'er into the palace without giving him a rest time was a little too hasty.

However, the time left for him is running out.

Ning Han met the man's tired eyes, and inexplicable panic spread from the bottom of his heart, as if something was about to leave him.

He suppressed the panic in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "What is father looking at his son like this, but do you have something to explain?"

The emperor covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then guess what it is, if you guess correctly, I will reward you with a request."

"Since my father said so, I will try it boldly."

Ning Han frowned, but with the snap of his fingers, he returned to his usual coolness.

"In Baifeng Mountain Villa, after I captured Jiang Fei, Xu Buyi and others, I deliberately asked people to pay attention to the Jiang family's movements in Beijing. I already knew that Grand Master Jiang had escaped. If I remember correctly, the Tiger Talisman is still in the hands of Grand Master Jiang. "

"That's right, I want you to find it as soon as possible." The emperor rejoiced, most of the sickness on his body disappeared.

"Yes, my son takes orders."

Ning Han lowered his eyes and cupped his hands in salute, just missing the flash of determination in the emperor's eyes.

After sorting out the emperor's intentions, Ning Han said proudly and distantly: "Father, it's getting late, and I should go back."

Hearing that he was going to leave, the emperor's face changed, and he persuaded him softly: "You know it's getting late, why don't you stay, just as our father and son haven't seen each other for a long time?"

As he spoke, he coughed violently, his lips were bloodless, and he was obviously too weak, but he still gritted his teeth and finished speaking.

"Our father and son haven't talked about each other for a long time, let's take advantage of today and have a good talk!"

heart to heart?

with him?

Ning Han pursed his lips and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Father, you know, my son hasn't had dinner yet."

The emperor naturally knew about it, but it was justifiable for him to forget all of a sudden because of the urgency of the situation.
Thinking of this, the emperor's expression was light: "It's the father who was negligent, just wait, I will order people to prepare the banquet, we will not return until we are drunk."

Ning Han's face became a little colder, and he said coldly: "I remember that the emperor agreed to a request just now, and now, I beg again, let me go back."

"you"

The emperor took out his handkerchief and coughed violently,

It took a while before he stopped, and glanced at the red veil, his expression was complicated and indifferent, when Ning Han stepped forward, he immediately turned his back, "You, let's go!"

His voice was hoarse and piercing, but Ning Han felt a little helpless, looking at his father's lonely back, he didn't say a word.

After half a stick of incense, the man's cold and distant voice sounded.

"My son, please leave."