"The matter...... Rong Zai thought about it...... "Han, who has always been clear and decisive, rarely shows repeated confusion and struggle, he is not a person who likes and anger, but now he can't restrain his true emotions, which shows how much struggle and hesitation he has in his heart, "Think again!"

Wei Ci sighed and acquiesced, and did not continue to persecute Han.

In the final analysis, this is just Han's family matter, and Wei Ci, as a fellow disciple, is not good at interfering too much, so he can only stop at the point.

Whether Han's marriage is good or bad depends on whether the two are still fateful.

"You also know a little bit about the lord's temperament, if she does it, how can she show mercy?"

Wei Ci revealed some tone to Han, suggesting that the other party should hurry up what he wanted to do, so as not to be involved. His Majesty in the previous life did not slowly reclaim the salt and iron until after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there are so many variables in this life, Jiang Ji also targeted Han's Yue family too early because of Wei Ci's influence. I don't know, since she found the fat of salt and iron, how could she let a few scholars swallow it alone?

Han nodded palely, tentatively worried.

"You revealed this matter to you, how can the lord explain it?"

Wei Ci blinked in surprise, he didn't doubt Han's integrity, how did he know that the direction that the other party was worried about had been crooked.

"The lord values you so much, and naturally he doesn't want you to be implicated by the Yue family, if you can get out of the way, the lord will be less worried. ”

His Majesty in his previous life was determined to protect Han, and Han also sensed His Majesty's determination, so he committed suicide by swallowing gold. His Majesty wants Han to live, and Han doesn't want His Majesty to break his principles for him. Alas, if you can be a monarch and a minister in this life, it can be regarded as making up for the regrets of the previous life.

Han nodded, successfully misunderstanding that Wei Ci said this to him at Jiang Ji's behest, and his depressed mood added a little warmth.

Wei Ci suggested, "It's not too early, Ci calls someone to prepare hot water, you go to the bath and clean up?"

Although the candle flame in the room was not lit, the long blood marks and bruises on Han's face ruined the beauty of the whole face.

Wei Ci had never seen Han so miserable and embarrassed, and he couldn't imagine that Mrs. Han would act in anger.

He smiled, "I'm glad that my sister-in-law didn't come from a women's camp, otherwise she would have been rude to you, and I'm afraid that she would have been able to see you in the hospital room." ”

This is no joke.

In a previous life, a female soldier returned to her hometown to marry after retiring, and the object was a bamboo horse when she was young.

After getting married, this bamboo horse was gradually tempered by life into a different look, from the original diligence and honesty to alcoholism and laziness. After the female soldier gave birth, the bamboo horse not only did not improve, but intensified, and finally became addicted to gambling. not only lost all his savings, but also pawned his wife and daughter to the casino in frenzy. The thugs of the casino came to arrest the female soldier and her daughter, thinking that it would be an easy job, but the female soldier rushed home and saw them taking her daughter, so she picked up the flat pole and beat everyone to the stomach in anger, and beat her husband with her bare hands in front of the whole village.

[When the old lady was killing people on the battlefield, you were still asking for milk in the old lady's arms!]

If Mrs. Han is also this combat power, Lang Zhong will come later, maybe she will have to find someone to summon the soul to see Han.

Han said helplessly, "Do you dare to show your narrow temperament in front of others? ”

He felt that this year's face was lost.

Wei Ci found an unworn dress for Han to change.

There is not much difference in height between the two, but Han is thinner than Wei Ci, and his clothes are a little loose.

Wei Ci's guest room was not well cared for, and it was rude to treat guests, so he and Han would sleep together for one night.

The two of them sleep in a good position, and there is no ambiguity in the sense of arrogance, but two beautiful men lie together, which rotten girl can hold it when she sees it?

Jiang Ji is not a rotten girl, so she didn't feel a ripple in her heart when she saw it, but sighed.

Wen Bin is good everywhere, but he is too good at losing people's interest.

Jiang Ji jumped deftly, climbed onto the roof silently, and heard a "boom" at the tip of her ear.

She looked down, and sure enough, she saw a black thing twisting her plump buttocks.

The other party was looking at him with dark eyes.

Wei Ci and Han were asleep soundly, but their "daughter" was an iron-eating beast with a very good background, and it had long remembered Jiang Ji's breath.

"Huh, what?" Jiang Ji jumped down and landed beside the iron-eating beast, tugging at its ears, "Go back to your father." ”

Where can the iron-eating beast understand human words, stretched out his tongue and licked Jiang Ji's hand, and his big black eyes were full of two words.

Hungry!

"If you want to eat, go to your father. Jiang Ji depressedly lifted the little guy and threw him back to the dormitory, "It's rare to have the kung fu to come here, he is not affectionate!"

It's actually a golden house!

The iron-eating beast that was tragically abandoned by the "mother" clutched a wounded little heart, and pitifully went to find its shovel officer.

The Iron Eater didn't wake Wei Ci up, but instead scared Han on the side to wake up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow of a beast lying on the side of the bed, and his voice was so frightened that his voice was broken.

Wei Ci woke up after him, but he was not surprised.

He said calmly, "It's okay, your niece." ”

Han was both frightened and speechless, and watched in a daze as Wei Ci skillfully turned out the iron eater's supper and threw it back into his own nest.

"No wonder you are so poor, and you have taken it to raise it. ”

Wei Ci urged narrowly, "The daughters must be rich." ”

With an expression of "we are not one world", Han rolled up the quilt and fell asleep again.

He recognized the iron-eating beast, the lord once jokingly called this little thing Wei Ci's daughter, and Feng Zhen also jokingly called it the future young master.

Sure enough, his junior brother and the lord really have a leg!

Han stayed here for two days before he made up his mind on the third day.

If it can be recovered, it is best to do it, if it is not possible to end the relationship between husband and wife.

Before the conversation, Han still had a trace of expectation, but after the conversation, he felt physically and mentally tired like never before.

Heli was not proposed by Han first, but by Mrs. Han.

"You and I have shared the same bed for many years, how can the concubine not even know what the person next to the pillow thinks?" Mrs. Han was surprised when she saw Han Mulu, and said faintly, "The concubine would rather take the initiative to save face than listen to the word 'harmony' come out of Lang Jun's mouth......"

Ever since she had done it to Han, she knew that this marriage had come to an end.

Mrs. Han was very calm, which made Han Sheng feel a little guilty.

"The matter...... It's mine after all...... You are the biological mother of Run'er and Chi'er, and you will always be ......" Han thought for a while and said, "Run'er will reach the age of marriage in a few years, and when he marries a wife, there will be a hostess in charge of the house......"

Mrs. Han endured her sadness and said, "Do you want to find them a stepmother, this is your business, and you can't explain it to the concubine." ”

Han lowered his eyes, prepared the four treasures of the study, and wrote a letter to release his wife.

After Mrs. Han took it, she finally couldn't hold back her expression, hugged Han and whimpered in a low voice.