Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang deliberately put on a stern face and stretched out his hand to tickle Xiao Haoran's armpits: "You little heartless boy, call me daddy and let me hear it!"

The little guy giggled when he was tickled, twisted into a ball in Li Moli's arms, and mumbled "Mom... Mom..." as if he was acting coquettishly to Li Moli.

Li Moli smiled with her eyebrows curved, and slapped Lin Lang's hand away: "Don't bully our son. If you want him to call you dad sooner, you have to spend more time playing with him."

Then he lowered his head and said to Xiao Haoran, "Ran'er, you are awesome. Call me mother again."

"Mom!" This time he shouted especially clearly. Little Haoran also stretched out his chubby little hands to hug Li Moli's neck, buried his face in it and rubbed it, which made Li Moli's heart melt.

Guan Tingmei held little Zhihan in her arms and smiled, "This is truly a mother-son bond. Ran'er called me mom the first time he spoke. Jasmine, you're so lucky."

Little Zhihan also followed suit and cried in a baby voice: "Father, my brother can't call me daddy, but I will. Daddy!"

"Oh, Han'er is so good." Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed his daughter's forehead with a doting look on his face.

Then, Lin Lang took little Haoran from Li Moli's arms and held him high: "Little boy, even though you called me mom first, Daddy is happy too! When you grow up a little bit, Daddy will teach you how to invest money."

Little Haoran giggled when he was lifted up, and his little hands were grabbing in the air as if he was grabbing the clouds in the sky.

Li Moli said angrily, "How old is your son? You're already thinking about teaching him these things? First, teach Ran'er to walk properly."

As he was speaking, Xiao Haoran suddenly pointed at a bush of flowers not far away and screamed "Ahhh".

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that there were several butterflies circling around the stamens, and the patterns on their wings were shining in the sun.

"Want to catch butterflies?" Lin Lang put him down and walked over slowly holding his hand. "Let's be gentle so as not to scare them away."

Little Haoran followed, staggering step by step. His chubby hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the butterfly. His serious look made everyone laugh.

Xiao Zhihan also broke free from Guan Tingmei's embrace, ran forward, and took Lin Lang's other hand: "Father, I want to see the butterflies too!"

Lin Lang held one girl with his left hand and one with his right hand, and slowly walked towards the flowers.

Guan Tingmei and Li Moli followed behind, watching the two little guys being attracted by the butterflies and unable to take their eyes off them. They smiled at each other, their eyes filled with unwavering tenderness.

The sun was shining, the flowers were fragrant, and the children's laughter echoed in the garden like silver bells.

Lin Lang looked back at them behind him, then looked down at his two children holding hands, and suddenly felt that this was probably the most perfect appearance in the world.

Lin Lang played with the two little ones in the garden for a while, and then a servant came to report that the carriage and the items for taking Princess Pyongyang back to her parents' home were ready.

Lin Lang said goodbye to the two little guys reluctantly, and then left quickly.

At this time, Princess Pyongyang changed into a Goguryeo costume with national characteristics, held Sun Yizhen's hand, and looked at several carriages loaded with Tang Dynasty specialty gifts, her heart full of joy of returning to her parents' home.

Sun Yizhen was seen wearing a bright red palace dress with a lotus pattern embroidered with gold thread on the hem. It swayed gently with her movements, as if gold was flowing on it.

Her hair was combed into a bun, and she wore a set of red gold and kingfisher hairpins. The pearls in the phoenix's mouth swayed gently with her steps, making a tinkling sound, which made her already fair face look even more radiant like jade.

Her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she had a somewhat delicate look just now, but now she looked more dignified and majestic.

When she lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes cast a light shadow under her eyes, with a bit of shyness; when she raised her eyes and smiled slightly, she showed a bit of agility.

Her every gesture exudes the gentleness of a lady from a noble family and the brightness of a young girl. Even the fresh red velvet flower pinned on her temples seems to be made more vivid by her aura.

The surrounding flowers and trees seemed to have become the background, and Lin Lang, who had just arrived at the courtyard, had his eyes fall on Sun Yizhen. Even the air seemed to be filled with a faint scent of powder, elegant and moving.

I have to say, Son Ye-jeong is so beautiful in ancient costume!

Sun Yizhen felt a little embarrassed by Lin Lang's gaze, and quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty."

"No need to be so polite." Lin Lang smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty, shall we set off now?" Princess Pyongyang stepped forward, took Lin Lang's hand and shook it gently.

"Uh..." Lin Lang was stunned by the Pyongyang Princess in traditional costume, and stared at her like a pervert.

The Pyongyang Princess was wearing a traditional Goguryeo long-sleeved skirt, a colorful gold-woven short jacket, and a red silk sash decorated with silver bells tied around her waist. With every step she took, there was a flowing sound.

Her skirt is made of indigo satin, embroidered with the white mountains and black water patterns that symbolize the Goguryeo royal family. The hem of her skirt is boldly outlined with gold thread to depict a mountain of rhododendrons, and the vivid petals seem to be stretching out from the fabric.

She wore an exquisite seven-treasure crown on her head, with coral beads and turquoise hanging down in an interlaced pattern, making Princess Pyongyang's face look even more radiant.

The agate pendant hanging on her earlobe swayed slightly with her movements, casting a warm red hue on the snow-white sheepskin around her neck.

"Your Majesty, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with my makeup?" Princess Pyongyang bowed gracefully, the smile on her lips brighter than the kimchi hairpin in her hair.

Lin Lang replied gently: "No, there's nothing wrong. It looks great. Let's go now."

Princess Pyongyang smiled faintly at Lin Lang, the glint in her eyes seeming to carry the sunlight on the snowy plains of Goguryeo. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the generous gift. My father will surely be delighted to see it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the smile on Princess Pyongyang's face disappeared.

Why?

Because she said the wrong thing, her father Gao Baozang was the king of a fallen country and his current official position was the governor of Liaodong Prefecture, so it was not appropriate for him to call her father the king.

The so-called Governor of Liaodong Province was just a vassal official position set up by the Tang court to win over the Goguryeo nobles. It was a strategy of "governing according to local customs" and was similar to the title of a minority leader.

To put it bluntly, he had no real power at all, but he could receive the salary from the Tang Dynasty to live on, so that his family would not starve to death after the country was destroyed.

Seeing Princess Pyongyang, who had been so happy just a moment ago, become depressed again, Lin Lang said gently, "My two beloved concubines, hold me tight. We will travel through time now, traveling light and without any soldiers or horses."

After hearing this, Sun Yizhen obediently stepped forward and hugged Lin Lang tightly. She looked at Princess Pyongyang and smiled sweetly, "Sister Shufei, what are you waiting for? Weren't you eager to go back to your parents' home just now?"

Princess Pyongyang snuggled into Lin Lang's arms shyly, her heart beating faster unconsciously. This was the first time she hugged Lin Lang.

Lin Lang embraced the two beauties on his left and right, and laughed loudly, "Let's set off now!"

Princess Pyongyang hugged Lin Lang nervously, breathing in his fresh scent, listening to his strong heartbeat, and looking forward to meeting her parents and brother and sister-in-law.

Lin Lang triggered the skill [Space-Time Mass Transmission], and a golden light appeared on his palm. Several carriages loaded with goods were instantly enveloped in the dazzling light.

The two beauties in his arms felt dizzy and a strong sense of weightlessness came over them, with the sound of whistling wind ringing in their ears.

When Sun Yezhen opened her eyes again, she saw a completely different scene.

&34;Swoosh—&34;

The moment she stepped on the ground, what caught the eyes of the Pyongyang Princess was the lacquered red gate of Siping Taichangbofu, the old place of Andong.

Siping Taichangbo was the Tang Dynasty title bestowed upon Gao Baozang by Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, when he pardoned King Baozang.

The pleasantly surprised Princess Pyongyang shyly let go of Lin Lang at first. She looked at the carriages lined up in an orderly manner at the gate of the mansion, and saw that all the gifts brought back from the Tang Dynasty to her mother's home were present. A long-lost smile appeared on her face.

"My dear, are you happy to be back in your homeland?"

Princess Pyongyang nodded at Lin Lang and replied with a smile: "Happy!"

Lin Lang raised his hand and stroked Princess Pyongyang's cheek, saying earnestly, "I don't really want to force you to be my concubine, but if you don't marry into the Tang Dynasty as a hostage, my brother will worry that your father will want to restore the country and rebel, so he will exterminate your entire Gao family. Do you understand?"

"Uh..." Princess Pyongyang was stunned after hearing this. She had been pampered and had no idea about this. After hearing Lin Lang's words, she finally understood Lin Lang's good intentions.

She wanted to say something to Lin Lang, but she bit her lip and said nothing.

At this moment, Princess Pyongyang's resentment towards Lin Lang seemed to have decreased a lot. After all, in the three years since they were forced into marriage, Lin Lang had never beaten or scolded her or forced her to do anything.

Sun Yizhen, who was standing nearby, rang the iron ring on the red lacquered gate.

"squeak……"

A gray-haired servant opened the door and was so shocked when he saw Princess Pyongyang that he rubbed his eyes. After making sure that he was not dreaming, he knelt down excitedly to pay his respects.

"Oh, hello, Your Highness. It's great that you can come back! I thought I would never see Your Highness again in this lifetime."

"Stand up, get up quickly." Princess Pyongyang looked at the household official Jin Zhongzhao and said, "Quick, tell my father and mother that the emperor is taking me back to my parents' home!"

Jiali is the name given to housekeepers in Goguryeo.

Upon hearing this, Jin Zhongzhao stood up, unable to conceal his excitement, and quickly ran to the inner hall to report. As he ran, he happily shouted, "Her Royal Highness is back! Her Royal Highness is back to visit her parents!"

With red eyes, Princess Pyongyang took a deep breath, stepped into the threshold of her home, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Seeing the empty courtyard with no servants or guards around, Princess Pyongyang felt sad as she saw the family had fallen on hard times.

After the Treasure King became the king of the kingdom, his property had been confiscated by the Tang soldiers, and there was basically nothing valuable left.

At present, Gao Baozang and his family can only survive by relying on the monthly salary they receive from the Tang Dynasty. They cannot afford to support so many servants and maids, so they have to lay off most of the servants.

Therefore, when Princess Pyongyang saw the desolate courtyard and the deserted mansion, she was overwhelmed with sadness and could not stop crying.

As a South Korean, Son Ye-jeong was somewhat moved by this scene and could empathize with the tragic last princess of Goguryeo.

She hurried forward, took Princess Pyongyang's arm and said, "Sister Shufei, don't cry. If your father and mother see you, they will mistakenly think that you are not living well in the Tang Dynasty and they will worry."

After hearing this, Princess Pyongyang nodded with tears in her eyes and a smile. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and sniffed to stop sobbing.