Lin Weiyue is stunned. She really doesn't understand why Beiming QingHan suddenly says thanks.

Lin Weiyue began to think, what did she just say?

She just said he was happy to go to his house?

Beiming QingHan touched Lin Weiyue's hair, "Weiyue, if my mother's concubine knows, she will be very happy."

Hearing this, Lin Weiyue understood what was going on.

She could feel Beiming's filial piety and his nostalgia for his mother.

In this era, there are not many men who are willing to listen to their mother and learn to cook. Moreover, he is still the son of the royal family.

Lin Weiyue patted Beiming QingHan on the back to comfort him.

"Your mother would be happy to see you as you are."

In fact, no one said anything about my mother.

Including zirouyan, he didn't say.

I don't know why. At that moment, he was willing to tell Lin Weiyue about his mother.

I'd rather take her home.

When she set out again, maybe it was because of the change of Lin Weiyue's mentality, or maybe her relationship with Beiming QingHan was no longer so alienated.

Along the way, she and Beiming QingHan began to take a carriage.

Lin Weiyue will talk about a lot of things and hum along the way.

She seems to have been very happy, see the roadside trees, roadside scenery, will be happy to laugh.

Beiming QingHan also seems to feel Lin Weiyue's happiness. He doesn't feel boring on the way, but it seems to be a kind of enjoyment.

He didn't know what song Lin Weiyue was humming, but he thought it was very nice.

Vaguely, he would think of his mother.

I remember when I was a child, my mother would sing a lot of tunes.

At night, Beiming QingHan dreams about her mother's concubine.

He had not dreamt of his mother's concubine for many years. He even thought that he had forgotten her voice and smile, but at that moment, he could see it clearly.

"Han er..."

"Concubine..."

"Han'er, remember to cherish the people in front of you."

"Where are you going, mother?"

"Han'er, remember what your mother said."

……

When Beiming QingHan wakes up, he can't remember the scene in his dream, but he remembers that his mother's concubine seems to have said something very important to him.

"Are you all right?"

Lin Weiyue is at the bedside looking at the cold of Beiming.

She was worried about assassins before, so she asked for a large guest room, which was separated by a screen in the middle. It didn't affect at all, but it was also very safe.

Originally, Lin Weiyue slept well in the middle of the night, but was woken up by a voice.

It seems that Beiming QingHan is dreaming. She finds that Beiming QingHan is very restless, and her forehead is sweating.

Beiming QingHan looks at Lin Weiyue with a faint look, "Weiyue, you..."

"Are you dreaming? Dream of your mother's wife

Beiming QingHan nodded, and then he found that he was still holding Lin Weiyue's hand tightly.

He knows his strength and holds Lin Weiyue tightly. He quickly puts it down, but finds that Lin Weiyue's wrists are red.

"I'm sorry."

Lin Weiyue rubbed his wrist, "it doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt. I just ordered tranquilizer. You should be able to sleep well after a while. I went first."

Lin Weiyue said and turned to the bedroom on the other side of the screen.

Beiming QingHan looks at Lin Weiyue's figure. At this moment, he wants to leave Lin Weiyue. Maybe he just talks, and he doesn't want to be alone.

Beiming QingHan thinks of the relationship between two people and laughs at himself.

Clearly his wife, but now it is so alienated.