After wearing the book, I used the male lead as a drug guide

Chapter 313
The father and son stood in the hall, looking at each other from a distance.

Seeing Chu Shuolan's glance, Northern Yanhuang's eyes were wet and his lips were trembling.

With just one glance, he seemed to see his former lover.

picture!so similar!
This child was carved out of the same mold as Ajie (Empress Wenxian).

"Lan'er..."

Northern Yanhuang's voice trembled slightly, choking.

Chu Shuolan let go of Song Yihuan's hand, strode towards the emperor, raised his clothes, and knelt in the hall.

"The grass people have seen the emperor!"

He kowtowed respectfully to the man in front of him.

When Bei Yanhuang heard him called this, his face was pale and he couldn't believe it.

He pushed away Eunuch Fu's supporting hand, and staggered towards Chu Shuolan.

Standing in front of the opponent, Emperor Beiyan wanted to reach out to touch him, but withdrew his hand halfway.

His tone was tense, with tension and anticipation: "Son, you should call me Royal Father."

Chu Shuolan raised his head, his expression seemed calm, but there was a glimmer of water in his eyes.

He opened his mouth: "Son Shuo Lan, please rest assured Father."

"Good boy! Good boy!!"

Emperor Beiyan personally helped the man up from the ground.

It's a pity that his body is weak. He wanted to pull Chu Shuolan up from the ground, but he wanted to but was powerless.

He nearly fell to the ground himself.

When Northern Yanhuang was about to fall behind him, it was Chu Shuolan who stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

"Father?!"

Northern Yanhuang held his hand, his veined hand trembled slightly: "It's okay, it's okay."

He stared at Chu Shuolan's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and a smile and relief flashed in his eyes.

The voice was lonely, full of nostalgia: "You look like your mother's queen."

Chu Shuolan had never seen Empress Wenxian before, so he lowered his eyes slowly.

Emperor Beiyan took his hand, walked to the seat in the hall, took his hand and told how gentle and virtuous Empress Wen Xian was, she was a loyal woman who dared to love and hate.

In the main hall, Song Yihuan, Qi Su, the Royal Shadow Guard Dragon Group and others who were passed by Beiyan Emperor and his son just stood there.

Qi Su lazily leaned on the pillars in the hall, raised her phoenix eyes slightly, and stared at the father and son sitting on top, with a dark light flashing across her eyes.

Song Yihuan moved to his side and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

"He's going to die."

"Who?" Song Yihuan widened her eyes.

Following the other party's line of sight, she saw Bei Yanhuang and Chu Shuolan talking happily.

But Bei Yanhuang's complexion was very bad, and he could tell at a glance that his health was not in good condition, his complexion was pale, and he looked barely weak.

Northern Yanhuang was still holding Chu Shuolan's hand, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Yihuan.

"This is your princess?"

"Go back to Father, yes."

Chu Shuolan looked at Song Yihuan tenderly, with a doting smile on his lips.

Bei Yanhuang, who had a panoramic view of his unconsciously gentle expression, showed relief on his face.

He waved to Song Yihuan: "Son, come up."

Song Yihuan responded, and walked towards the two most honorable men in this world.

"This child is very beautiful, worthy of Lan'er, he is a good child."

Emperor Beiyan raised his hand to Eunuch Fu who was beside him.

Eunuch Fu left in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was dragging a tray covered with a red cloth in his hand.

Emperor Beiyan pointed at it, and said to Song Yihuan: "These are all the phoenix hairpins of your mother's mother, and I will leave them to you now."

Fengchai, only the most respected and noble women in the world are eligible to wear it.

Even the imperial concubine is not allowed to wear it.

This is the ancestral rule, and it is the highest honor given to a partner by the royal family.

"I don't dare to be a courtier." Song Yihuan lowered her eyes, blessed.

(End of this chapter)