On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

How could there be other people's children in the palace? Could they also be his children?

The two little ones shook their heads in confusion, "Not sure."

"My mother was in such a hurry when she took us back to Xiye that she didn't see him at all. She just knew that there was such a person."

The children couldn't remember it, and Gu Mohan didn't ask too much. When he returned to Xiye, he would know the truth sooner or later.

He picked up the two little girls very familiarly and walked into the house, "It's too late. Let's not talk about it tonight. Daddy will put you to bed, okay?"

The two little girls had been longing for this day for too long, so they couldn't wait to nod, "Okay!"

"We want a bedtime story!"

"Yes." Gu Mohan smiled brightly, washed the faces of the two little girls himself, put them on the bed, and helped them tuck in the quilt very patiently and gently.

Just when he didn't know what story to tell to coax the two little ones, a melody suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

He hummed softly, but the two sisters' eyes froze, and they were both a little shocked.

This is the song my mother would sing when she was put to sleep, and my father actually still remembers it.

However, neither of them said anything, and looked at Gu Mohan intently, their eyes full of excitement and happiness.

Little Baozi secretly grabbed Gu Mohan's finger and closed his eyes peacefully, while Little Steamed Dumpling hugged his sister and gradually swayed to sleep.

In the silence of the night, Gu Mohan listened to the steady breathing of the two little guys, his eyes as gentle as water.

He carefully stuffed Xiao Baozi's hand into the quilt, stretched out his hand to smooth Xiao Steamed Dumpling's furrowed brows in his sleep, and said softly.

"Don't worry, I promise you, we will be able to see my mother soon, and we can go back to Xiye to see our two brothers and your grandma."

"everything will get better……"

At the same time, on the streets of Beijing.

The streets were particularly lively tonight. Groups of young people and families traveling together gathered on the streets. Many people spontaneously set off river lanterns to pray for the safety of the frontline soldiers.

Feng Yang and Ye Qianfeng were walking on the street. When they passed by a dim sum shop, they saw a young couple flirting very affectionately in front of the stall.

The woman looked like she had just grown hair, and was pretty and lively. She blushed and bit the snack held between her lover's fingers.

The man is also very young, handsome and handsome, with fluttering white clothes. The interaction between the two makes others envious, and many people even joked, "We are almost fighting at the door, and you two are still so inseparable."

The girl hugged the man's arm tightly, "So what, even if the world falls apart, we will always be together, are you right, Ye Lang?"

The man patted her forehead lovingly, "Everything you said is right."

Love in troubled times is moving, but it is like a thorn in Feng Yang's heart, leaving her breathless.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, she turned her head and walked quickly, fearing that if she stayed for another second, the feelings she had finally suppressed would collapse.

But the memories still came flooding back, and she suddenly seemed to see Yun Heng.

On the horseback, the young man's willful and hearty smile was like the warm sun. He was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had just bought and flaunting it towards her as if to show off.

"Miss Feng, can you smile? I brought this to you from the west of the city early in the morning!"

"I heard that this dim sum is delicious. If there is a chance, let's go together next time so that I can know what flavor you like!"

But in the last scene, he was holding her on the edge of the cliff, with poisonous hidden weapons inserted behind him, and his handsome face was pale and colorless.

The man smiled, his smile as bright and warm as ever, but his tone was full of remorse.

"Feng Yang, I am so sorry in my life..."

"It's a pity that I didn't see you, wearing a red wedding dress. I'm sorry that I couldn't have a drink with you, and I'm sorry that I can't protect you..." ˆ ˆ ˆ "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely tell the world that you are I, Yun Heng, am the only woman I love in this life, the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sorry, Feng Yang, I'm sorry for you..."

He tried his best to keep her alive, but he chose death. Until the last moment, Yun Heng was still laughing and blaming himself for not being good enough to her.

But he didn't know that from that day on, her world completely collapsed.

Feng Yang pressed the corners of his mouth tightly, and his eyes were already scarlet and hot.

She struggled to hold back the sound of choking and pointed to the long queue of stalls next to her.

"Mr. Ye, I'm a little hungry. Can you help me buy something? There are too many people here. I'll wait for you in the alley over there."

After saying that, she didn't even wait for Ye Qianfeng to speak, and left in a hurry, almost jogging.

Ye Qianfeng looked at her helpless and hurried back, frowning, but in the end he didn't say anything, and obediently went to line up to buy something, leaving Feng Yang alone for some time.

It seems that the loving couple just now stimulated her. After shopping later, he might as well tell Feng Yang the news that Yun Heng is alive.

But Yun Heng couldn't be found, even if he told her in advance... it didn't help.

Panting heavily, Feng Yang came to the deserted alley. He could no longer hold back his surging emotions. He sat down against the cold stone wall and started sobbing silently.

If others saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. The female general who is so cold-blooded and ruthless on the battlefield can actually have such a fragile side.

"Yun Heng, you clearly agreed to marry me, why did you break your promise? We, we haven't even gone to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes together. I haven't met your parents yet..."

She wiped her tears helplessly, but she couldn't stop the tears, which burned on her face and made her feel more uncomfortable than the blood splattered. "Yun Heng, I miss you, I really miss you."

At this moment, there was a strange and heavy footsteps in the alley.

Feng Yang's eyes flashed. She wiped away her tears, stood up alertly and assumed a battle-ready posture, and looked towards the footsteps, "Who is it?!"

The alley was dark and dark, she half-squinted her eyes and saw a snow-white figure coming through the broken moonlight on the ground.

Feng Yang became increasingly vigilant and calmly touched the dagger on his waist, ready to attack at any time.

But when the man came closer, her breathing suddenly stagnated, and she could no longer hold the dagger in her hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

"Yun...Heng?"

The young man in white clothes was as clean as the moonlight, but his strong eyebrows were even more cold and numb than the moonlight, with a strange dimness.

Yun Heng heard the sound of the dagger falling, tilted his head and glanced at Feng Yang doubtfully. The next second, his brows suddenly tightened, and his whole body was a little tense, but his face showed no emotion.

Feng Yang couldn't believe it. He thought he missed him too much and had an illusion. He subconsciously rubbed his red and swollen eyes.

"No, Yun Heng is no longer here, how could it be him."

But when she put down her hands, Yun Heng came to her quietly like a ghost, only a punch away from her.

The man's whole body exuded a strange fragrance. His eyes were empty and lifeless, but they stared at Feng Yang for a moment, and his breathing was hot and steady.

Feng Yang was slightly startled, hearing his heartbeat beating like a drum, and his thoughts were all gone for a moment.

"Yun Heng, is it really you, you, are you still alive?!"

She hugged him fiercely, and the tears that she had finally stopped burst into tears again, venting the collapse and grievances she had felt over the past few days.

"Why, why didn't you come to me while you were still alive? Do you know what I relied on to survive during this period..."

Before she finished speaking, the person in her arms suddenly struggled violently.

Yun Heng pushed Feng Yang away, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, but he drew his sword alertly and slashed at her with a cold expression.

"Yun Heng?!" (End of this chapter)