Nothing but good looking

The corner of Wang Lang's mouth was smiling, Wang Min didn't move, Wang Lang waited patiently, finally Wang Min still held his hand slowly, Wang Lang put his arms around Wang Lin who was sitting over.

Wang Lang hugged Wang Lin with one arm, and held Wang Min's hand with the other.

Wang Min has calluses on his hands, not calluses from writing, but calluses left after using swords and bows.

Wang Lang lowered his head, it wasn't too long since they separated, only three years, not too long compared to the more than ten years they had known each other, but it was long enough, so long that he didn't know what happened to Wang Min, Wang Min Not sure what happened to him.

Wang Lang stroked Wang Min's hand little by little, the carriage was very quiet, Wang Lin stared at the strange man in front of him, but the man didn't even look at him.

Just staring intently at his daddy.

Wang Lang raised his head and met his deep eyes. He couldn't understand what Wang Min was thinking, but Wang Min always knew what he was thinking.

"Your Highness, how have you been doing these past few years?"

Wang Min withdrew his hand and sat up straight, "It's not like King Huainan, he's so chic, and the child is already this old."

Wang Lang bit his lower lip, "It's not what you think."

"That's what, no one knows, King Huainan is a celebrity in front of Emperor Yongyuan, and a single word can make people chop all over."

The sarcasm in Wang Min's tone hurt Wang Lang, but Wang Lang had never been eloquent in front of Wang Min, so he could only repeat, "It's not like this."

Wang Min approached Wang Lang, and there were still tears in Wang Lang's eyes, "Wang Lang, I don't mind who you want to kill and do, I can even offer you swords and money, but you shouldn't There is this child."

Wang Min looked at Wang Lin with an undisguised gloomy killing intent in his eyes.

Wang Lin tried his best and refused to show weakness, even though his hands were tightly grasping Wang Lang's clothes, his body was trembling against Wang Lang's body.

Wang Lang blocked Wang Min's sight, then leaned over and kissed Wang Min, they always did this, Wang Min couldn't control his emotions so he kissed him.

Wang Min restrained his gloomy breath, and sighed, "Wang Lang, how old do you think we are now?"

"23 years old." Wang Lang replied quickly.

Wang Lin at the side signaled to Wang Lang to kiss him too, Wang Lang smiled and leaned over, but was held back by Wang Min.

"Min San, take this little guy out." Wang Min ordered.

Min San poked his head out from the outside, and softly said, "King Huainan, I've offended you." He didn't know which acupoint on Wang Lin's body was touched, and Wang Lin fell down limply.

"What did you do to him?" Wang Lang asked hastily.

"To Huainan Wang, I just let the young master rest for a while." Min San lowered his head, without looking at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Min looked at him with a frosty face, but he was not afraid, on the contrary, he relaxed a little, but as soon as he relaxed, his head continued to hurt.

Wang Lang moved to the side, patted the seat next to him, and motioned for Wang Min to sit down.

The carriage is spacious, but it is still a bit difficult to accommodate two big men.

Wang Min sat over, and Wang Lang looked at him sideways, acting like a baby, "Can you be nicer to Ah Lin?"

Wang Min took out a piece of snack from the hidden compartment of the carriage, and stuffed it into Wang Lang's mouth, "You're so skinny, what do you think about Alin handing over to Min Sanyang?" His attitude was still tough.

Wang Lang grabbed Wang Min's hand, hesitantly murmured, Wang Min gently and slowly wiped the crumbs from Wang Lang's mouth with his thumb, "It's just so reluctant, but your family's Ah Lin is still me and you You can only choose one." Wang Min's tone was very indifferent, but he said it very naturally.

Wang Lang's hand was still holding Wang Min, and the padded robe fell down, revealing a thin arm, with a thin layer of skin covering the bone, so thin that it was shocking.

But Wang Min didn't let go. He didn't pursue who Wang Lang slept with or gave birth to Wang Lin with. It's just that he couldn't tolerate Wang Lin.

"Wang Lin is your child." Wang Lang whispered, his ears and cheeks blushed, but he still didn't let go, holding Wang Min tightly.

"What did you say?" Wang Min didn't look happy, but showed a strange expression, "Did you get cheated by that woman again?"

That woman, they both knew who they were talking about - Wang Min's mother - the imperial concubine who was always favored.

"Although that child is very similar to me, he really cannot be my child." Wang Min carried Wang Lang out of the quilt and looked him straight in the eyes, "Did that woman say he was my child?"

Wang Lang's neck, ears, and cheeks were red, Wang Min was close at hand, but Wang Lang turned his gaze away, and finally spoke, his voice was trembling, "Wang Lin is your child."

Wang Min smiled angrily, "Then who did you say Wang Lin was born to? Besides you, who else have I slept with?"

Wang Lang's eyes were all red, "Anyway, Wang Lin is your child, he looks so much like you."

It doesn't make sense at all, Wang Min is too angry, but he can't get angry.

Wang Min snorted coldly, and pulled Wang Lang into his arms with his backhand. His expression was furious, but his movements were gentle, like a huge and brutal beast protecting a fragile treasure.

Wang Lin was brought to Wang Min by Min San. Wang Min carefully scrutinized Wang Lin's face, and saw that Wang Lin had a vicious expression on his face.

"Zhang Shaofu, does this kid look like me?" Wang Min asked casually with a half-smile.

Zhang Shaofu respectfully said: "It is his blessing to look like you."

"Because he is my blood." Wang Min said softly, "I asked you to send people to follow Wang Lang, and this is the result of your following. No one of you can tell where this child came from. "

Wang Min left Chenliu, Wang Lang refused to go with him, but he also kept people, and Zhang Shaofu would report everything that happened, especially Wang Lang's matter.

But what they are talking about is the news of King Huainan's flirtatiousness.

Married a wife, had a son, with whom to play.

Wang Min's tone was calm, but hiding extremely sharp anger, Min San, Xie Zhao and Zhang Shaofu knelt down one after another, while Wang Lin stood still.

"Xie Zhao, you will follow this little guy from now on." Wang Min's tone was light, "If there is another mistake, you don't have to appear in front of me."

Wang Min looked at Zhang Shaofu, "You are responsible for Wang Lang's affairs, why do you dislike Wang Lang so much?"

Zhang Shaofu is an old man in the mansion. He watched Wang Min grow up and followed Wang Min from Chenliu to Youzhou. Zhang Shaofu slowly bowed down and bowed, "His Royal Highness, I heard that the Holy One has been ill for a long time, and now he is even more ill. , You have been away from Chenliu for three years, during which King Huainan was the most respected by the Holy One. Now what is King Huainan's intention in coming to Youzhou, this old slave has to wonder."

"If King Huainan wanted to, why would he reject you? He would come to Youzhou with you. If Young Master Wang Lin is really your blood, then this old slave would like to ask why King Huainan didn't send you to Youzhou. Young Master's mother brought along?"

Wang Lin didn't understand, but he also knew that they were talking about his father. He wanted to find his father, but he didn't know where his father was, and the place was too big. He didn't know where to run if he wanted to run.

Wang Min signaled Wang Lin to come forward, Wang Lin looked around, he only knew this fierce person, he reluctantly went up, but unexpectedly he was hugged to his knees.

Zhang Shaofu is a well-established old man in Prince Ping's Mansion, capable and loyal.

"Zhang Shaofu, our master and servant have been in disagreement for many years, and the differences are too deep to be resolved so easily. From now on, you still enjoy the flowers and drink tea to spend some leisurely days, which is considered to be the love of our master and servant."

Wang Lin secretly looked at Ji Baba's face. Ji Baba's expression was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, so it was a fake smile. He spoke in a calm and calm tone, but saw the old man kneeling on the ground suddenly salute.

"Do you want to see your father?" Wang Min asked Wang Lin, as if treating an adult.

Wang Lin felt respected and nodded reservedly.

The corners of Wang Min's mouth curled up, and there was a little smile in his eyes, which was a real smile.

Wang Min carried Wang Lin to look for Wang Lang. He didn't know what kind of mood Wang Lang was looking for. If Wang Lang really came to hug him with a hidden sword, he would hug him tightly.

Even if the sword pierces the skin and pierces the flesh, he will not let go.

Wang Lang hadn't woken up yet, and was lying on Wang Min's usual resting bed. Wang Min put Wang Lin down, and Wang Lin immediately ran to his father, but when he saw that his father was still awake, he immediately relaxed his movements.

"Do you want to play?" Wang Min lowered his voice.

Wang Lin glanced at Wang Min seriously, "You adults are really immature."

Wang Min didn't know what Wang Lang would say at this time, but he knew what he would do. He threw Wang Lin to Xie Zhao and asked him to take him out to play.

"Your father has a fever, and the child is weak. It would be bad if he also had a fever." Wang Min casually gave an excuse, and Wang Lin was taken away by Xie Zhao with a grievance on his face.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wang Min touched Wang Lang's forehead, which was no longer so hot, then touched Wang Lang's long eyelashes, then his cheeks, nose, lips, ears, soft neck, and snow-white skin.

When Wang Lang opened his eyes and woke up, he saw Wang Min sitting beside him.

Wang Min gave him a glass of water, "The doctor said you can't drink tea."

Wang Lang swallowed a mouthful of warm water, "Well, I haven't drunk tea for a long time."

Before that, Wang Lang liked to eat everything, taste everything, and drink strong tea.

Wang Min paused for a moment when he took the water, and then continued to feed Wang Lang.

"Where's A-Lin?" Wang Lang still couldn't help asking.

"Since it's my child, why worry about it?" Wang Min stabbed him.

"But I've raised him for so long." Wang Lang struggled to sit up, half of the water in the spoon was splashed, and the corners of his mouth were wet.

"If you move again, I'll kill him. Wang Lang, we haven't seen each other for so long, you have an extra weakness."

Wang Lang lay down again aggrieved, and said in a low voice, "Who doesn't know that my weakness is you."

Wang Min heard this sentence, "But now Wang Lin is the most important."

But Wang Lang raised his head and said very seriously, "No, you are the most important at all times."

Wang Min pinched Wang Lang's chin, noncommittal, and said coldly, "Drink the water quickly."