Juechen only felt that the thunder was rolling in the sky, and the outside was tender and the inside was tender. This could even be related? It really was a cauldron that smashed into him with nine turns and eighteen turns!

But he couldn't find any reason to refute it, so he froze there with a black face,

"Why, do you have any other opinions?" The handsome eyebrows raised, but in fact he carried a strong threat.

Juechen immediately shook his head, no, mainly because he didn't dare.

The decision he regretted the most in his life was to give up his "idle job" as the leader of the Anbu, and ran to the Lord to volunteer to join in the muddy waters of his wife. Now that he wants to get out, there is no way to go to heaven and no way to earth. In other words, delusional.

"Alright then, you go down first!" After finally explaining the matter, he waved his hand impatiently, and Juechen had no choice but to turn around and retire.

Noticing that the sound outside was getting farther and farther from here, he finally covered his chest and coughed violently. A trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth and was suppressed by him forcefully.

The bitter meat plan is false, but also true!

As a master, how could it be possible to really expose one's vulnerability in front of his subordinates, but in this one, there is a bit of stubbornness?

There is indeed no one in this world who can hurt him, except himself!

Who made him already have the biggest weakness, willing to give everything for her, and couldn't bear her to make a mistake, so he would work so hard!

In the past few days, he should stay here to recuperate, otherwise how should he deal with the future situation?

It has been a whole day, and Hong Luan has been in the courtyard from day to night, but the people inside have never come out.

She wanted to knock on the door countless times, but she didn't have the courage, and the words of the Lord kept echoing in her mind. How should she tell the lady?

Seeing that the sky dimmed little by little, a slight wind sounded behind her, and when she noticed it, a cloak was gently draped over her shoulders.

When she turned back, she was surprised by the warm and gentle face, and the other party responded with a faint smile.

"It's windy, don't catch a cold."

Hongluan stared at him in astonishment, and was about to ask him what the **** he was doing, when the door in front opened with a creak.

Feng Yinshuang stood at the door, watching them stand side by side, Juechen's hand was still on Hongluan's shoulder, the two looked extremely close.

But at this time, she can no longer show the usual comfortable smile.

"Ma'am, you..."

Hongluan was about to say something, but Feng Yinshuang interrupted first: "I'm sorry, you must be hungry so late, I'll cook now, I'll be ready soon."

After finally waiting for the opportunity for her to come out, how could Hongluan let her leave like this, and a stride stopped in front of her.

"No, Ah Chen and I have already eaten outside!" She turned her head and glanced at someone, and the man immediately followed suit.

"Yes, we have already taken the young master out to eat, and now he has rested in our room."

Speaking of Han'er, Feng Yinshuang's tears suddenly fell. Even though she had thought about it all day and found countless reasons for herself, as long as she heard Han'er's name, all her willpower collapsed.

The thing she can't face the most now is that little person. How can she be worthy of being his mother?

She thought about it, but couldn't help but say the words that she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Han'er has been out for a long time. Help me send him back to the lore palace and back to his father."

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