She also held a child in her arms. Unlike Han Han's willful and noisy behavior, the child looked well-behaved and quiet, with a delicate silver mask covering his face.
Zhan Beihan's eyes darkened, he raised his hand and patted his son's butt, and whispered: "Be honest."
"I'm going to find my mother and Beibei!"
"No." Zhan Beihan rejected it directly.
Hanhan struggled even harder: "Why not? I won't stay with them for too long, and I will come back after we talk."
"No." Zhan Beihan didn't believe him.
If he really went to the mother and son, he might not be able to pull the eight cows back.
Zhan Bei said in a cold voice: "I will offer incense to your royal grandmother later, so please be patient and stay with me. You are not allowed to go anywhere until the sacrifice is over."
This is business.
Han Han pouted her little mouth and could only look at her mother helplessly.
Xiao Lingyue on the other end couldn't hear the father and son talking, but she could roughly guess what they were talking about, and comforted Beibei: "We will stay in Xiangguo Temple for a few more days, and we will have a chance to meet Hanhan."
"Um."
Beibei obediently hugged his mother's neck, and when he saw Hanhan's helpless expression in the distance, he curled up into a smile.
Emperor Zhaoming was still considerate of the civil and military officials. After reaching the top of the mountain, he did not rush into the temple and stopped for a moment to rest.
A group of courtiers and ladies whose backs and legs were so tired that they were so tired suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although they couldn't sit down and rest, they could just stand and catch their breath.
Shen Yuting was so tired that she could no longer stand. She was covered in sweat, her veil stuck tightly to her face, her legs were wobbly and trembling, and there were countless blisters on the soles of her feet. Every time she moved, she felt excruciating pain.
"Dad, I...my legs hurt so much! Can you lean on me for a while?" Shen Yuting said weakly and pitifully.
She turned her head.
Shen Zhijiang next to her looked even more pitiful than her. His face was so pale that there was no blood in it. His sweat was dripping down in strands. His court clothes were even more wrinkled and soaked with sweat. His whole body looked so sluggish that he looked like he had been ripped off.
As if empty.
Shen Yuting reached out to pull him: "Dad, I'm so tired, come here and lean on me..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched Shen Zhijiang, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell down softly.
There was a loud thud.
Everyone in the square turned around, even the prince in front of him frowned.
"Daddy, daddy, what's wrong with you?" Shen Yuting was frightened and panicked, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and shook his body.
"What's going on?" Old Marquis, who was also very tired, hurriedly came over.
"Grandpa, I..." Shen Yuting didn't have time to explain.
The imperial guard responsible for the defense stepped forward and shouted in a low voice: "No noise is allowed in front of the imperial temple! What's going on?"
Shen Yuting said hurriedly: "My father fainted for some reason."
The Imperial Army squatted down, tried Shen Zhijiang's neck, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, it's just that I'm weak and fainted from exhaustion. This humble post will help Mr. Shen wake up."
As he said this, without waiting for the reaction of Old Marquis and Shen Yuting, he pinched Shen Zhijiang's nose hard.
Shen Zhijiang almost jumped up in pain. Before he could scream, the Imperial Army covered his mouth and gave him a stern look.
Shen Zhijiang: "..." He was too frightened to scream.
The imperial guard then let go of his hand, nodded to the old marquis, and then returned to his post.
"You are so embarrassing, why don't you stand up quickly!" The old Marquis just felt that he was too embarrassed to show off to others, so he kicked Shen Zhijiang and said angrily in a low voice. Popular 『』 This chapter has been completed!