V2.Chapter 652

Liu Bohan has never seen a flower on the street. At this moment, he is surprised that Princess Yu is no longer the clever and sensible Liu Qianqian in the past. He is shocked, "you, you..."

"You" for a long time, still can't spit out half a word, body also has some sour hemp, have no strength.

"Princess!" Qin Ya moling trotted over. Qin Ya glanced at Liu Bohan who was still lying on the ground and said, "princess, are you ok? "

although Mo Ling did not speak, she also looked at Liu Bohan warily.

The flower on the street didn't look at Liu Bohan. He took back the silver needle in his hand soundlessly in his sleeve, and said with a faint smile, "I have nothing to do, that is, Liu Xiang fell down accidentally."

Liu Xiang, who "accidentally fell down", was stunned by the fact that she was not afraid to speak or do things. Did he have to make a scene to let others see his jokes?

At this time, the officials with poor legs also came. Two younger helpers helped Liu Bohan up and asked what the situation was.

Naturally, he could not say that he was threatening his daughter to hit a stone lion. Instead, he fell a dog and chewed mud before that, so he had to pull the corners of his lips to cover up the past. "It's just that I fell down carelessly. It's not worth mentioning."

The flower on the stranger looked at him rather scornfully, then turned and left directly.

In the face of his colleagues' suspicious eyes, Liu Bohan had to lie again.

Although he raised his voice on purpose just now, it was so far away that people could not hear him clearly. Therefore, he could find a suitable way to hide the past.

As for moshanghua, after returning to the Yangxin palace, he was directly invited into the side hall by Liu Weng. The excellent tea and exquisite snacks made by the imperial chef were all in good supply.

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In the Yangxin hall, Yan Beicheng entered the hall and made a mechanical salute

"No gift." Baorong emperor's body was half on the soft pillow, and his voice was weak.

However, in half a month, the pain had already withered his face, his face was sallow, the blue shadow under his eyes was as deep as a deliberate painting, and the white hair between his temples had also grown a lot, and he looked like he was about to die.

Yanbei city eye light but swept in the face of Baorong emperor for a moment, then avoided the sight, voice calm without a bit of waves, "father, what's the matter?"

Perhaps he was on the verge of death, but the emperor Baorong lost his impatience a few days ago. He said casually, "those sons of concubines, even if they don't have me in their hearts, they also want to cry. You are true. You can see that I look like this, but I'm not playing games."

Yan Beicheng's icy surface did not have any ups and downs because of this sentence. He stood upright and said, "I've done enough for the first half of my life."

The edict patterns on emperor Baorong's forehead are almost adhered together, and the ravines are very deep, "how can you say it in the first half of your life when you are young."

Yan Beicheng looked at him coldly, and the words in his mouth were also cold, "for me, it has been half a life."

Which of those painful memories should have happened at his age? Therefore, he always thought that his miserable days were half of his life.

Emperor Baorong was silent.

After a long time, he began to speak slowly, "I really feel sorry for your mother. I can wash away the injustice for your mother, and also can correct the name of your mother's family, and pursue the strong name of the wind."

Yan Beicheng's cold brow and eyes finally had some fluctuations, and his lips pulled out a sarcastic arc, "no, I just want to leave here as soon as possible and live a peaceful life."