Chapter 343: A long story with you

Han Lin was found in Chunxiang Tower.

At that time, she was grinning with the courtesan, and the delicate woman's silk shirt was half-clear, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

After a sudden change, Xiaoxiao was so scared that she was shivering behind Han Lin.

How can you lose face in front of a girl?

Han Lin scolded angrily: "Bastard, what are you doing? How dare you disturb me for your good things!"

As he made a way out of the crowd, Yang Yi walked over slowly with his sword in his arms.

The tone is indifferent, but there is no doubt.

"Second Young Master, please follow me back home!"

Han Lin thought he was who he was and sneered.

He spat, looking disdainful: "Yang Yi? You are very brave! You are just my brother's guard. Even if your master comes in person, he will not be so tough to me."

Yang Yi directly interrupted: "Second Young Master, I came here on the order of the prince, and he is waiting for you in the study."

When Han Lin heard his father, he became afraid and quickly put on his clothes. He didn't care about Xiaoxiao and quickly walked out of Chunxiang Tower.

"Yang Yi, what's the matter with my father?" His tone softened.

"I only realized it when I saw the prince. But the prince seemed very angry."

Yang Yi ignored him and raised his whip and ran towards the royal palace.

Seeing this, the coachman followed closely.

Han Lin hit his head before he could sit firmly and cursed with hatred.

Soon after arriving at the royal palace, Han Lin rolled out of the carriage and ran towards the study.

At this time, Han Qianfeng was sitting with a gloomy face, and Han Ming sat down at the lower head, his expression as calm as ever.

Han Lin didn't know what was wrong with his father, but according to convention, as long as he looked for him, he would definitely be taught a lesson.

He stopped a few steps away from the study room.

Take a deep breath and wait until your heart doesn't be beating so fast, then you can carefully go in.

"Father, are you looking for me?"

With a humble and respectful attitude, where is the arrogance of Chunxianglou?

But this fearful look really made Han Qianfeng dislike him.

Looking at Han Ming, who was calm and composed, this should be his own child!

He sternly said to Han Lin: "Kneel down."

"ah?"

Why did you have to kneel down as soon as you came?

Han Qianfeng looked at Yang Yi and directly pressed Han Lin, who had not yet come back to his senses.

"Yang Yi, you are presumptuous!"

"Lin'er, shut up!"

Seeing that his father was angry, Han Lin had to be honest.

Then he threw two pieces of paper in front of him.

"Father, is this?"

"You see it yourself!"

Han Lin said "Oh" and picked up a piece of paper casually, and his face suddenly changed.

That was the breakup letter he wrote to Ling Yue by imitating Han Ming's handwriting.

Because of fear, the letter fell to the ground as soon as he got it.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up another piece of paper nervously.

It says:

"It's as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon among the clouds. I heard you have two intentions, so I came to make a decision. Today I have a drink party, and the water in the ditch is in the morning. I feel sad and sad, and I don't need to cry when I get married. I hope I can get a single person, and I'll be a waste of time.

The heads are not separated. Jinshui soup is a long story with you."

The signature is Ling Yue.

Is this a reply?

So he succeeded?

Xise did not dare to show it, and her eyes were confused: "Father, what does this mean?"

Han Qianfeng glanced at him coldly: "I'll give you a chance, you'd better give it honestly. Did you find someone to imitate Ming'er's handwriting and write to Ling Yue?"

"No, how is that possible?" Han Lin denied, how could he admit such a thing?

"You don't admit it?"

"How can I admit it if it wasn't done by a child?"

He picked up the letter again and smiled: "Father, can my brother really fall in love with someone else? If he regrets it, he will frame me?"

Han Qianfeng slapped the table with a palm: "Where are you worthy of Ming'er's frame-up? You either cause trouble or linger in the land of romance and misfortune. You have lost all your face in the palace! If you don't want to give you a chance, don't blame me for being ruthless. Come on,

Take Fucheng and Xia Gu!”

Han Lin couldn't laugh anymore, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"See the Prince."

Fucheng secretly glanced at Han Lin, and saw the threat in his eyes and his legs trembled even more.

As for Xia Gu next to him, he kept wiping his sweat.

Han Ming's eyes were lingering and he stood up.

Pick up the two letters and show one of them in front of them.

"What's there to say about this letter?"

Neither of them dared to speak, and looked at Han Lin at the same time.

"Don't say it?" Han Ming put the letter on the case, "Yang Yi, each person has thirty boards!"

When they heard about thirty boards, the two of them panicked.

Still life matters!

"Criminal, I'll help!"

"I'll help, too!"

Han Ming shook his hand slightly: "It's too late, let's talk about it after the fight."

Thirty boards ended, both of them had white faces as white as paper, which was in sharp contrast with the bright redness on their pants.

The intermittent humming scared Han Lin. He had never seen his brother like this.

"elder brother"

Han Ming shook his hand again: "Lin'er, since you say it has nothing to do with you, let's listen to them for now."

Fucheng and Xia Gu turned to Qi Yuhuan: "It's still the question just now, what's there to say?"

The two endured the pain and rushed to attract it.

Although the sound is noisy and weak, the main theme is one. Han Lin wants to provoke the relationship between Han Ming and Ling Yue and ask Fucheng to find someone to imitate the handwriting and write a letter. That person is Xia Gu.

Han Qianfeng was furious.

I think he was open and honest for half his life, and he actually gave birth to such a narrow-minded, sinister and cunning son.

He handed the matter over to Han Ming with full authority, and there was only one request, and he could not be spared lightly.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong. Can you spare me this time? I'll help you clarify to Ling Yue, she will forgive you."

Han Lin was afraid that he would be beaten to the slap. How could this delicate body bear such pain?

Han Ming brushed away his hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes, his eyes still gentle.

"Lin'er, since childhood, you have been making things difficult for me, slandering and assassination, and I have spared you too many times, but you have never changed it once, so I can't indulge you anymore. Yang Yi, take the second son down, Wu

Ten boards will be locked in for another three days.”

No matter how Han Lin begged, Han Ming was still unmoved. He only heard the endless wailing sounds in the courtyard, becoming weaker and weaker.

Han Qianfeng asked Han Ming to write a letter to Ling Yue to win back, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Father, forget it. Yue'er was sensitive and might as well think I would make a quibble. Even if I coaxed this time, I understand Lin'er's temperament, and he would never give up. Instead of always making her sad, it would be better to be sad.

Let go. There are so many young men who like her, and they are much better than me. Don’t delay her. Maybe she and I have the only fate to be friends."
To be continued...