Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"Oh." Gu Mohan overflowed a husky and lonely smile from his throat.

"Master!" Yan Dong ran over and knelt beside Gu Mohan with his eyes flushed. "Master, please don't do this kind of thing again. Although your wife is gone, you still have a young master."

Niu Niu.

That was the son Mo Er gave him.

Gu Mohan rolled his throat, closed his eyes slowly, and the corners of his eyes were soaked.

Mo Er.

He called her name hoarsely in her heart, and she had decided to leave last night, but she was taken away.

She cried and laughed, biting his lips and hugging his waist, her last farewell.

But he didn't understand, how could she be cruel?

How could she be so cruel?

She buried herself in the sea to save Lu Ye, but she didn't leave him alone. He didn't understand, what was he in her heart?

How many bumps and storms they have gone through, he never let go of her hand, afraid to let go, he was afraid of letting go, but separation.

The young and arrogant time is vivid. He must be a few years old. He is already 35 years old. He is no longer young and cannot be consumed at this time. He used to hold a hand when she was young.

But she left.

He told himself over and over in his heart that he really resented her and hated her. It was not a joke last night. She dared to leave their father and son away and he would forget her.

The tears in his eyes burned his eyes, and he tightened his fists so that he did not let himself cry so much.

But why are there still tears?

Mo Er.

His Moer.

At this time, a melodious ringtone of the mobile phone rang, Yan Dong looked down and was overjoyed, "Master, look, the young master called and the young master called you."

Gu Yelin's phone call came.

He was in a closed training base and could not use communication equipment. He had not had a phone for six months, and no one had told him tonight that his mum had left, but his phone came so silently.

Tonight, the pain of the father and son flooded.

Gu Mohan squeezed his fist, bit it on his lips, and the hot tears eventually came out ...

...

The days slowly calmed down, day after day.

Gu Mohan returned to the Imperial City, and it was already difficult to hear from him.

Lu Yeming returned to the royal family and was given the surname of Murong. The young West King, who became a young man by his name, became Chu Jun. His succession ceremony was early next month.

It is also difficult for people to see the Bo Huayi Prince A country again. He came to the end on this road of imperial power and came to the world.

The extended version of the luxury business car was parked outside the palace, and Lu Yeming and Murong Jian again stood by the river.

Murong Cheng's complexion has eased a lot, and he is also relieved, "Minger, the world of Country A will be given to you in the future."

Lu Yeming was wearing a black thin woolen coat, and he still had a crown like a jade, but those deep phoenix eyes were much thinner and colder, and no one could see through the color of his eyes.

He looked at the Yangtze River in front of him, and faintly gazed at him, "My succession ceremony, will the queen come?"

The last time the queen was mentioned, Murong Cheng walked away. This time, his face is still very poor, pursing his thin lips. He whispered, "The emperor list has already revealed the world. If she has you in her heart, she will come. "

Lu Ye gave a faint "En" sound and did not speak again.

At this moment a soft and pleasant voice sounded, "Master."

Murong Cheng looked back and saw the person, his complexion eased a lot, "Wan Qing, why did you come out?"

Dongfang Wanqing was the last sage, and Murong built a green plum bamboo horse. If there was no generation of queen swords to win love, she would be a queen.

Oriental Wan Qingsheng is extremely beautiful. Although she is a forty-year-old woman, her cheongsam is very well-maintained. She is graceful and beautiful, and has the classic charm of Jiangnan women.

"Minger, this is your aunt." Murong Jiancheng introduced to Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming glanced sideways and looked at Dongfang Wanqing, "The queen has no sisters, how can I have an aunt?"

Dongfang Wanqing just stood still, looking at Lu Yeming gently, and suddenly she was slapped by Lu Yeming.

Murong built a meal and immediately said, "Minger!"

Lu Yeming gently lifted his eyelids and looked at Murong Jiancheng. "In the 24 years since the queen left the palace, the prince has not accepted the concubine again. The lady in the east has accompanied the lord in these years. It is really affectionate and gentle. The Lady of the East is in the house? "

Murong Cheng couldn't help but get upset when his son asked about private affairs like this.

Murong Jiancheng was born in the emperor's house. He emphasized on the legal system and system. The young Murong Lang was handsome and handsome. He was the youngest and greatest king. How many young girls dreamed of spring at that time?

At a flash of time, his son is so old, and he is in his forties, and he is already middle-aged.

He was not interested in boudoirs when he was young. In these years, country A has been ups and downs. He has been exhaustingly thinking about what's happening in the wind and snow. Besides, when people reach middle age, the story of boudoirs has become obscure. Now his son said this, he directly Froze.

"Oh, I remember," Lu Yeming said with a thin lip. "The prince and the queen have not divorced yet. If you want to come this way, the queen fled twenty-four years ago. Now. "

The words fell, Murong Cheng's face changed, and then he became angry and angry, "Murong Yeming, you are too presumptuous!"

Lu Yeming was expressionless. "Master, I'll step down first."

He turned away on his own.

Looking at his son's handsome and decisive back, and thinking of the embarrassing situation in which he was just poked, Murong Jianqi's blood did not spit out.

If he is like his mother, he will make him angry!

"Prince, Your Royal Highness is just a joke, don't be angry." Dongfang Wanqing gently looked at Murong Jiancheng.

Murong Jiancheng snorted, "When I get her back, I will pack her up!"

He walked away.

Dongfang Wanqing was dead alone. She looked at Murong Jiancheng's back. He was still the same as before. As long as he raised the demon girl a little, he wouldn't even look at her.

A face emerged from Dongfang Wanqing's mind, how magnificent and charming the face was, and the autumn waves were gentle, and the soft and charming style overflowing from the bone was truly unforgettable at first sight.

...

Jun Xiqing came to the palace together, but she did not enter.

At this moment Vatican came over and handed a letter, "Miss Jun, I have your letter."

Her letter?

Who sent it?

Jun Xiqing's heart was beating, and she felt that something had happened recently.

She quickly unrolled the stationery. On it was the familiar little print of Juan Xiu--Qing Qing, her sister was trapped in the presidential palace dungeon by Lei Ze, you come quickly!

At this time, the elder sister Jun Xiyan sent a distress signal!

She needs to return to country Z.