Han Ling, who had just recovered and was still ten years old, was running around the garden, with several little girls chasing behind her, calling anxiously: "Miss, Miss."
Wuhua smiled and looked at all this, very satisfied.
Qingcheng heard from Wuhua that Wuhua's childhood name was not Wuhua, but Hanmo. He was Hanling's favorite brother. When she was a child, Hanling was very naughty and clingy to Wuhua, and Wuhua always liked this cutie.
The entanglement of her sister. She took her with her when she went out, took her with her on the streets, and even when she went out to play, Han Ling was indispensable. But when she was ten years old, Han Moyin became famous in Lingxiao Mountain in the imperial capital, and took Ling'er with her.
, but unexpectedly Linger, who is playful and loves flowers, is accidentally poisoned.
From then on, this happy family was overturned. The parents were sad and couldn't find medicine for Ling'er, so they passed away in disappointment. Wuhua, who was in his teens, took his sister to support this unfortunate family, and they still managed to survive when difficulties arose.
Fortunately, he met a noble man to help him, and from then on he built Wuhua Palace. He hated it deeply and changed its name to Wuhua.
Qingcheng listened with a smile and looked at Ling'er who was laughing in the distance and giving the girl a headache. Thinking of the forbidden garden full of night devils, he couldn't help laughing: "It's called Wuhua. I hate that flower, but I still plant it."
many!
"Why are you laughing?" Wuhua, who was walking side by side, looked at Qingcheng who was snickering alone and asked in confusion.
He suppressed his smile and kept saying it was nothing.
Wuhua looked at Qingcheng and didn't ask any more questions. She walked silently with Qingcheng, not knowing what she was thinking.
After a while, Qingcheng stopped and said, "I want to leave tomorrow. Ling'er is already well and he has been out for a long time."
"Can't you really stay?" After hearing this, Wuhua stopped and stared at Qingcheng, seeming a little disappointed and reluctant. "Where do you plan to go?"
"Go back to the Imperial Capital! I lost something important there and I haven't gotten it back." He cast his gaze into the distance, not knowing what was happening to Yifei in the palace now.
"Sister Qingcheng, do you really want to leave?" I don't know when Han Ling came to her side. When she heard this, she held Qingcheng's arm and shook it coquettishly.
"Yeah." Qingcheng grinned, leaned down and pinched her face, and said softly: "Sister has lost something very important, and I have to go back and find it."
"Is this it?" The innocent Han Ling took out a piece of paper from behind and held it up to Qingcheng's eyes.
Qingcheng took it and took a look, then turned around and glared at Wuhua beside him: "You already knew this, right?"
Wuhua turned away and did not look at Qingcheng. After a while, he said in a low voice: "Yes."
The general used the same trick to force Qingcheng back again, this time with two people, Butterfly and the wet nurse. It seemed that no matter whether he escaped to the end of the world or the corner of the world, as long as the general gave an order, Qingcheng had to go back obediently, just like he was a kite
, and the hand holding the kite string is the general. No matter how high and far you fly, as long as the general holding the string gently pulls, you still have to go back obediently.
Qingcheng got angry, turned around and walked towards where he lived. Han Ling called loudly from behind, but she ignored him.
After entering the place where he lived, Qingcheng started to pack his things. Originally, he was kidnapped by Wuhua and had nothing to pack. Thinking of this, Qingcheng threw away the things in his hands angrily, turned around and walked towards the door.
go.
The tall shadow at the door blocked the way. Wuhua held on to the door frame with a sullen face, looked straight at Qingcheng, and said softly: "Can you leave tomorrow?"
Staring at his enchanting and charming face, unable to get out? Qingcheng came back angrily and sat on the edge of the bed in the room angrily.
Wuhua did not enter the house, but stared at Qingcheng for a long time and then left.
"Sister." Han Ling came, gently holding Qingcheng's hand and shaking it. Seeing that Qingcheng ignored her, she seemed a little aggrieved. She let go of her hand, turned around and took a few steps back, then peeked timidly.
Towards Qingcheng.
Ling'er stood in the room for a long time, then came over and took Qingcheng's hand and shook it: "Sister, can you leave tomorrow? My brother said, he offended my savior. He said he wanted to keep my sister here, but he didn't want to
Let sister go." After a pause, Han Ling suddenly tilted her head and looked at Qingcheng and asked curiously: "Sister, does my brother like you? Does he like you as much as he likes Ling'er?"
Qingcheng, who was still angry at first, laughed when he heard her asking this question, and pointed at her small nose: "Your brother is too lonely and has no one to accompany him, so he wants to leave his sister to stay with him. Now.
It’s different now. With Ling’er by his side, he won’t be lonely anymore, so! He doesn’t need a sister anymore.”
Han Ling nodded as if she understood. But Wu Hua pushed the door open with a dark face: "That's not true!"
When Qingcheng saw it, his face immediately darkened: "What are you doing here?"
"Can you have dinner with me and leave tomorrow? I have been with you for so long and I have never sat at the same table and had a meal!" Wuhua looked at Qingcheng, almost pleading.
"Sister, just agree!" Han Ling continued to be coquettish, gently shaking Qingcheng's wrist, and her eyes seemed to be flashing again.
Qingcheng couldn't bear to look at her eyes and pinched her pink face: "Since we haven't been back for a few days, they should be in no danger. We can leave tomorrow after dinner. I like Ling'er the best."
"Then I'll go out and let them prepare dinner." Wuhua immediately smiled when Qingcheng agreed, turned around and ran out, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.
Qingcheng saw his appearance and thought to himself: Does he need to be so happy?