Chapter 239

Wei Shi woke up with only one feeling, that is pain.

The pain of tearing the heart and cracking the lungs came from a position between the buttocks and thighs, and the whole body smoked.

"I don't know if there is anti-inflammatory." it's still a little cool. Wei Shi knows that they have simply handled it, but considering the medical environment here, she really doesn't dare to expect too much.

"Smelly child..." she breathed and scolded angrily.

"The twenty big boards are really a little less." Yan Xijun's cold and faint voice suddenly rang nearby.

Wei Shi tried to prop up her upper body and looked at her on her side: the boy in black squatted next to her and looked at herself unkindly.

"What else do you want to do?" Wei Shi lit the alarm light all over her body and recognized bad luck: now she finally understood Mr. Dongguo's mood. If she had known so, she shouldn't have cared about him at the beginning.

"I want to talk to someone. Do you still hurt?" Yan Xijun answered this question with a good temper. The coldness on his face was replaced by the youth's unique confusion, which made Wei Shi feel in a trance: should the little boy in front of him not be schizophrenic?

"Come on, what can I say?" seeing his sad look, she couldn't help but soften her heart, temporarily pressed down the abuse, inhaled hard and asked impatiently.

"Mother imperial concubine, is she really a woman? Is she really a bitch like everyone said?" Yan Xijun squatted next to Wei Shi, his chin against his knee, almost prayed and looked at her and asked, "tell me, is this really true?"

Wei Shi was stunned and couldn't answer this question.

Who is Yan Xijun's mother imperial concubine? She knows there's a ghost!

But seeing the little boy's gloomy look, Wei Shi suddenly understood his abnormalities.

Heard a lot of bad rumors, this child.

"No matter what kind of woman she is, she can be a qualified mother to you." Wei Shi suddenly became great. For the time being, she didn't care about Yan Xijun's moodiness and tyranny. She stretched out her hand and rubbed it on his head. "She's very kind to you, isn't she?"

Yan Xijun looked at her for a long time. Although he didn't answer directly, the expression on his face has explained everything.

It's a very gentle mother, thought Wei Shi.

Otherwise, there will be no such warm sadness on Yan Xijun's face.

"I tell you, in fact, my mother is not a good person," said Wei Shi with an effort to smile and ease the atmosphere: "In those years, she relied on my father... That is, my father. She just took a fancy to my father's wealth and power. After I was born, she used me as a threat, cheated my father of a sum of money, and ran away with her lover. However, she sent me gifts every birthday and cared about me from time to time. Others said what kind of woman she was, but what's the matter What about the Department? It's her own life. As long as she's good to me. "

"She abandoned you, do you still think she is good to you?" Yan Xijun looked at Wei Shi with the eyes of a monster.

Wei Shi said faintly, "she doesn't owe me. Even if she abandons me, I have no right to blame her."

Wei Shi's gratitude and resentment are always clear. She refuses to owe others, and she won't think others should owe her.

"You are so strange." Yan Xijun left a word and stood up. "However, thank you for your words. I decided not to be angry with my mother imperial concubine again."

"It's like a good child." Wei Shi said kindly, "be filial to your parents and don't beat people's boards casually. As long as you are good, your mother will like you more."

"She is dead, how do you like me more?" Yan Xijun's face sank and his tone became cold again.

Wei Shi was stunned when she didn't expect the answer.

At the moment when she was stunned, Yan Xijun had gone out.

After a while, she was transferred to a comfortable carriage, and there was a special doctor for healing and adjusting medicine, but Yan Xijun never showed up again.

After doing this for a few days, Wei Shi was able to walk down the ground gradually. After the pain was alleviated, her resentment against the little fart child was not as strong as at first.

At noon on the seventh day, the carriage suddenly stopped. A palace guard lifted the curtain of Wei Shi's car, respectfully asked Wei Shi to get off and said, "Your Majesty wants to see you."

Wei Shi realized that they had entered the palace.

Your majesty? Is that the father of yanxijun's little boy? I don't know if he is as Moody as the little boy.

Wei Shi was a little nervous, but more curious. After seven days of recuperation, her action was unimpeded. After she got off the carriage, she quickly displayed the cultivation she had developed when she was a famous girl, and moved forward gracefully and demurely.

At the end of the line of sight, there was a man in black, with black silk and Phnom Penh. The neckline was embroidered with exquisite patterns. His face was seven points similar to Yan Xijun. However, compared with the power of a broken child, the tall man had a natural domineering spirit of not angry but powerful, indifferent and wise. His deep bottomless eyes were deeper than the deepest sea and darker than the darkest night. Here Under this kind of gaze, it seems that everything has nowhere to hide. Let all the people standing in front of him lower their bodies involuntarily and look up to him willingly.

Is this the legendary King's demeanor?

Wei Shi was so upset that she was going to ask the guy how to educate the child. At the moment, she couldn't speak. She stopped lightly in front of the man and received his fierce look. Stand straight and proud.

Yanhan seldom saw such a fearless woman. When he thought of what Xijun said just now, his cold expression eased a little, "which country are you from? What reward do you want?"

Wei Shi thought for a moment and didn't know anything special. Then she said hopelessly and jokingly, "I want to find the whereabouts of Liu Jifeng. Can you do it?"

Yan Han was stunned. He was a little surprised. "Flow chasing the wind?"

This name, together with the Iraqi people, has disappeared into the depths of the fishing sea. For the first time in 15 years, he hasn't heard anyone talk about it. For some reason, he is in a trance.

That man has also disappeared for 15 years.

Fifteen years, a flick of the finger.

"Can't you find it? Then help Helan Xue find Yi." Wei Shi retreated and asked for the second place to do something good for Helan Xue who is now missing. Anyway, to be exact, Yan Xijun was saved by him.

"Yi Ren?" Yan Han's face changed slightly and repeated the name absently.

Wei Shi was feeling strange. Yan Xijun, who was standing behind Yan Han honestly, suddenly rushed out and fiercely pushed Wei Shi. Wei Shi was not on guard for a moment and fell to the ground. The hard stone hit the wound that had not been completely healed and hurt Wei Shi badly. She was about to swear, but Yan Han was faster. She flashed in front of her and stretched out her hand, Deep eyes firmly grabbed her face, "say what you just said again."

With a little hesitation, Wei Shi put her hand in his generous palm and replied, "help Helan snow find Iraqi..."

Yanhan had already held her and pulled her up from the ground.

"Who are you? What's your relationship with Yiren?" this time, Wei Shi stood close to Yanhan, so close that he could see the surging emotion at the bottom of his eyes and the shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His voice was very low, not friendly at the beginning. It was like torture, which made people cold at the bottom of their hearts and sudden pressure.

Wei Shi hates this tone and the feeling of being questioned.

She pursed her mouth and didn't answer, but was shocked by Yan Han's skill. Yan Xijun rushed over again, pulled Wei Shi aside, said calmly, "don't say that name. I hate her."

In a distant place, the Iraqi is sparing no effort to tie up Helan Xin. When she speaks, she suddenly sneezes inexplicably. She rubs her nose very depressed and wonders, "who is cursing me?"

"Xi Jun!" Yan Han whispered in wonder. He didn't understand where his vigorous hatred for a person he didn't know came from.

"Don't mention this name! Don't mention this name! The mother imperial concubine was killed by this person! The mother imperial concubine was killed by you!" Yan Xijun suddenly lost control of his mood, cried and shouted, pushed and pushed the rock like motionless Yan Han. Poor Wei Shi, a pond fish, was inexplicably involved in the war between father and son.

At this point, the people around looked at each other.

Finally, the farce ended in a slap.

"Your mother died of illness and has nothing to do with others. If I failed to protect her before, it's my fault. Don't go to anger others. As the crown prince of Yanguo, I don't think much about things for the country and the people. I'm trapped by rumors every day and can't distinguish right from wrong. How can I bear the ardent expectations of millions of people in Yanguo in the future?"

This sentence was awe inspiring and irrefutable. Yan Xijun covered his red face, stared at Yan Han with hatred, then turned around and ran to the direction of the inner palace.

Yan Han looked at his back, his eyes slipped with love and intolerance, and was soon replaced by profundity.

"Such a big man, why not be sensible." he whispered to himself, but he didn't mean to blame, but he felt worried.

After watching the play for a long time, Wei Shi probably understood that the relationship between father and son was not good. It seems that the late woman is the common knot between them. The cool father and the cool son don't really hate each other. Obviously, the communication is not in place.

"Do you know he Lanxue?" when Yan Xijun ran away, Yan Han mentioned the topic again as if nothing had happened.

Wei Shi nodded.

"He... They are still alive?" Yanhan clearly remembered that one day fifteen years ago, they fell into the abyss, and then the whole cemetery burst and sank without trace.

He thought he Lanxue and Yi had been buried in bone dust, but unexpectedly, he had been in this world all the time.

Just, if in this world, why haven't you come to him? Didn't even tell him anything?

"Should still be alive." Wei Shi thought and answered: with Helan Snow's ability, there will be no real accident.

"Really?"

Yan Han pondered, but didn't ask again. He just told the left and right, "take the girl to groom and settle down. By the way, what's your name?"

"Wei Shi."

Yan Xijun, regardless of the guards' exclamation, ran across half the palace and finally stopped in front of Anu's former residence.

The master has died for three years. The palace has been idle for a long time. It is located in a remote place, and there are few people on weekdays.

This is not the middle palace, rather, it is the cold palace.

The deserted cold palace is even more desolate. The steps have been covered with a thin layer of dust.

He stood in front of the steps, but he couldn't take a step forward.

"Madam, the man is still alive. The culprit who made your father ignore you, made you a queen and made you sick is still in the world. I will remember your suffering. I want her to repay everything! Ten times, a hundred times!"

The cold words made the Iraqi people in the distance sneeze again.

He Lanxin just met her face to face, so he was sadly washed by his mother's saliva.

Of course, he still doesn't know that the little girl in front of him is his mother.

"Alley, do I really have such a beautiful thing on my face? You've been staring at me for an hour." he Lanxin's lazy smile finally couldn't hang up after wiping off his saliva.

Helan Tianan's woman is really strange.