Yan Beicheng ignored Liu Bohan's view and thought of himself. He just lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "do you want to sit down again for a while?"
He put his hands around Yan Beicheng's neck and a reddish cheek. He tried to speak in a flat voice, "Liu Xiang, I just want to come back to see my mother's tablet."
Liu Bohan suppressed his inner thoughts and raised his eyes in surprise. "I don't know what the princess wants to do?"
At last, I didn't show a father's attitude.
Flowers on the street and to see him, eyes do not squint open: "of course, I want to burn incense for my mother, by the way, please Liu Tong I go together."
At the moment, the prince refused to take the idea of death
He was held by Yanbei city all the way to the ancestral hall. The moshang flower pointed to a futon and said, "you can put me here first, and then wait for me outside. I will come out soon."
Yan Beicheng nodded slightly and carefully put the flowers on the street on the Pu Tuan, and you Tong fixed on Liu Bohan for a moment.
Liu Bohan suddenly felt cold and hung down his head. "Your Highness, don't worry. The guilty minister will take good care of the princess."
Although the main reason why he is now in this situation is because of Yanbei City, but even so, Yan Beicheng's eye catching sight still makes people cold and daunting.
However, in order to survive, he can only be so respectful.
Moshang flower adjusted her posture, kneeling on the futon, raised her eyes and looked at the many tablets in front of her. Her eyes only stayed on the memorial tablets of her mother.
Previously, Liu Qianqian, the director and actor of Liu Qianqian, brushed all these memorial tablets to the ground, and the ashes of tribute fell on the ground. On that day, Liu Bohan glared at her, even refused to patronize her status as a princess, and wanted to punish her in public with family law. Up to now, things are quite different.
When she worshipped here, Liu Bohan could only respectfully accompany her, and her words could not be overstepped.
None of this, however, is the most important.
On the street flower gently spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, to the original mother's memorial tablet down, after a worship is again and again bow down, worship three times in a straight up.
In fact, to be honest, she came to worship for the original owner.
She took over the identity of the original owner, and now she has avenged the original owner. Naturally, she should tell her mother. There is still one or two worships. At that time, Liu Qianqian made a big fuss here last time and made amends for her.
Liu Bohan saw the sincerity of flower worship on the street, and could not help but sigh: "your mother's life is thin. If you know that you can be as excellent as you are now, you will be very happy."
A word, actually is and unconsciously put out that pair of high above the father's appearance.
"Is Liu Xiang joking?" Did not think, on a second also a face of devout on the flowers, but cold words out, not because of his words moved.
Liu Bohan's face was stiff, and before she could react, he listened to her continue: "if the mother knew that her daughter, whom she valued as a treasure, had suffered these things after her death, would she be pleased? What is more ridiculous is that what a ridiculous father her daughter has. After knowing her daughter's injustice and identity, she thinks about how to use her identity to seek benefits for herself. "