Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"Qingluo once heard from brother Zhan that the pavilion master is good at stargazing."

Lin Qingluo confessed frankly, with courage that no one could question: "I have something very important, and I want to ask the pavilion master."

"Little Qingluo, tell Brother Zhan the truth."

Luo Zhan leaned forward suddenly, his voice was extremely low: "Is the little prince's white hair related to the earthquake just now?"

"yes."

Lin Qingluo's eyes dimmed, and he nodded sadly.

"The pavilion master is not in the capital city right now."

Luo Zhan understood, with a serious expression on his face: "Flying Pigeon to send a letter, it will arrive in two days at the earliest."

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhan."

Lin Qingluo felt relieved and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

*

Other courtyard, guest room.

"The prime minister conspired to rebel, Duanhui is just a child, not worthy of being a concubine, the heaven sent punishment, but my emperor's son wasted his vitality."

The noble gentleman caressed the emperor's white hair, his heart ached like a wringer, and his hatred arose in vain: "The prime minister, that old man, today's Qiu Benjun wrote it down, and sooner or later, he will pay the price he deserves."

"Father, where are we going from now on?"

Lin Yixuan's eyes flickered, he didn't want to see his gritted teeth, distorted face, and quietly changed the subject: "Go back to the palace?"

"For now, I can't go back."

Your gentleman's eyes darkened, thoughtful.

"I miss the Queen Mother."

Lin Yixuan's eyes were reddish, and there were faint tears.

"Your mother, her..."

Your lord's eyes flickered, and a dark light flashed across his eyes: "I'm afraid her situation will not be good. The prime minister controls the imperial guards and the garrison battalion. With the power of the imperial court secretary alone, he cannot fight against the garrison battalion."

"Even if your mother wakes up as she wishes, she is likely to be trapped in a cage. The prime minister will imprison her in the Hall of Mental Cultivation under the pretext of being seriously ill and unable to govern, and no outsiders will be allowed to approach at will."

"I think, save the Queen Mother."

Lin Yixuan endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back the tears, which flowed down.

"Silly boy."

Your lord caressed his face and wiped away the tears from his eyelids: "Thousands of imperial guards are guarding the palace, trying to save your mother, how easy is it?

Lin Yixuan broke down in tears: "Then just watch, will the Queen be imprisoned by them?"

"Emperor, my father is leaving the capital city. There is no exact time when he will come back."

Guijun's eyes dimmed suddenly, showing a bit of unbearable: "From now on, you can follow Miss Lin. With her to take care of you, Father can feel at ease even if he is thousands of miles away."

"Father, where are you going?"

Lin Yixuan turned pale with shock, and subconsciously clenched his hand.

"Father's destination for this trip, I can't tell you for the time being."

Your gentleman's eyes flickered, and he avoided the emperor's sight: "You stay by Miss Lin's side obediently. If there is a chance in the future, our father and son will meet each other."

"No."

Lin Yixuan cried bitterly: "Father, I don't want you to go."

"Emperor, be good, listen to your father."

Your lord has made up his mind and cannot change it, so he suddenly shouted to the window: "Since you are here, come in."

The window shook slightly, a gap was opened from the outside, and a ghostly figure slipped in.

"Father!"

Lin Yixuan wept sadly, and tightly held your gentleman's hand, refusing to let go.

"Emperor, remember."

The noble gentleman couldn't bear it, so he took the emperor's son into his arms, and patted him on the back comfortingly: "Father, no matter where you are, you will always be remembered. We, father and son, will see each other again sooner or later."

"My lord, it's getting late, it's time to get on the road."

Phantom seemed to be aware of it, glanced in the direction of the study, and urged her softly.

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