She also held the child in her arms. Unlike Han Han's willful and noisy, the child looked well-behaved and quiet, and a delicate silver mask covered his face tightly.
Zhan Beihan's eyes darkened, he raised his hand and patted his son's little butt, and whispered: "Be honest."
"I'm going to find my mother and Beibei!"
"No." Zhan Beihan directly rejected it.
Han Han struggled even harder: "Why not? I won't stay with them for too long, I'll come back after talking."
"No." Zhan Beihan didn't believe him.
If he really went to the mother and son, he would be afraid that even eight cows would not be able to pull them back.
Zhan Bei said coldly: "I will burn incense and sacrifice to your emperor's grandmother later. Please stay honestly for me and don't go anywhere. Let's talk about it after the sacrifice is over."
This is a matter of justice.
Han Han pouted his little mouth and had to look at his mother with a gaze.
Xiao Lingyue on the other end couldn't hear the father and son talking, but she could probably guess what they were saying, comforting Beibei: "We have to stay in Xiangguo Temple for a few more days and have the chance to meet Han Han."
"Um."
Beibei obediently hugged his mother's neck, and saw Han Han's face full of eyes in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Emperor Zhaoming was quite compassionate to all civil and military officials. After climbing to the top of the mountain, he did not rush to enter the temple. He stopped and rested for a while.
A group of courtiers and ladies who were so tired that their waists and legs were weak suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although they could not sit down and rest, it would be better to stand and breathe a sigh of relief.
Shen Yuting was so tired that she couldn't stand any longer. She was sweating all over, her veil was tightly stuck to her face, her legs were shaking and trembling. She didn't know how many blisters she had worn out in the soles of her feet, and every time she moved, it hurt her heart.
"Dad, I...my legs hurt so much! Can you hold on to me for a while?" Shen Yuting said weakly and pitifully.
She turned her head.
Shen Zhijiang beside her looked even more pitiful than her. Her face was pale and bloodless. Sweat fell down in strings. The court uniform on her body was even more wrinkled, soaked in sweat. She looked like she was being taken out.
Just like empty.
Shen Yuting reached out to pull him: "Dad, I'm so tired, come and hug me..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched Shen Zhijiang, his eyes suddenly turned pale and his whole body fell down softly.
There was a loud plop.
Everyone turned around in the square, and even the prince in front of him frowned and looked over.
"Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad?" Shen Yuting was shocked and panicked, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and shook his body.
"What's wrong?" The old marquis, who was also very tired, hurried over.
"Grandfather, I..." Shen Yuting had not had time to explain.
The imperial guards in charge of defense walked forward and whispered: "No noise in front of the gate of the Imperial Temple! What's going on?"
Shen Yuting hurriedly said, "My father fainted somehow."
The imperial guard squatted down and tried Shen Zhijiang's neck, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, it's just that he is not physically strong and is exhausted. This makes Lord Shen wake up."
As he said that, before the old Marquis and Shen Yuting reacted, he pinched Shen Zhijiang's nose hard.
Shen Zhijiang almost jumped up in pain. Before he could scream, the imperial guards covered his mouth and glared sternly.
Shen Zhijiang: "..." He was so scared that he dared not scream.
The imperial guard then let go, nodded to the old marquis, and then returned to his post.
"Why don't you stand up for me if you are embarrassed!" The old marquis just felt ashamed to see someone, kicked Shen Zhijiang and whispered. Popular 『』 This chapter has been completed!