Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

"I'm tired, my legs hurt so much, can mother hug me?" Tan'er raised her wet eyes and looked straight at Song Xuansheng, pretending to be pitiful.

Song Xuansheng has no resistance to such innocent eyes like a small animal, but he still has to stick to the bottom line.

"It's fine if you don't call me 'Mother'."

Tan'er nodded happily, "Mother" is just a title, the most important thing is that Mother is by his side!

Seeing Tan'er hugging Song Xuansheng's neck, his eyes narrowed with a smile, this is the first time Ling Shaochen is jealous of his son, a child is good, he can get close to Beiyi so quickly.

"Wan...Xuansheng, are you tired? Let me hug you."

"No, I just like sister Xuansheng hugging me." Tan'er hugged Song Xuansheng even tighter.

After five years of pillowing on father's hard chest, only after comparing it did I know that mother's embrace is soft and fragrant, the most comfortable.

If Song Xuansheng knew what was going on in the mind of the little golden boy in his arms, he might throw him on Ling Shaochen right away.

"My lord, the daughter of the people wants to go home tomorrow."

Ling Shaochen really wanted to say, this is your home, but on second thought, wherever there is her is his home.

Anyway, he made up his mind to follow Song Xuansheng, so he simply nodded, "Yes."

When Tan'er learned that Song Xuansheng was leaving, she immediately burst into tears.

"Don't go, don't go, you stay with Tan'er. If you want to go, take Tan'er with you! After all these years, Tan'er really missed you..."

Tan'er's soft weeping made Song Xuansheng a little dull, this child is really cute.

But what is this?

Back at the Ling Mansion, while Ling Shaochen was going to order someone to prepare the things he would need for the trip tomorrow, Song Xuansheng asked Tan'er quietly, "Why did you call me mother?"

"Because you are!" Tan'er's eyes were still red and swollen, and she dragged Song Xuansheng into Ling Shaochen's study, "I've been looking at you every day since I was a child, look!"

Song Xuansheng was shocked, all kinds of expressions of himself were hanging around him, the exact same face was much clearer than looking in a mirror.

Does she have a twin sister?

"Your mother, could it be my sister?"

"No, this is you! I will never admit my mistake, and neither will Dad!"

Tan'er hugged Song Xuansheng's waist and recognized her.

Song Xuansheng racked his brains to recall, but he couldn't remember when he wore Fengguanxiapei?

How could she not have the slightest impression of such a big event in a woman's life?

What's more, if she has given birth to a child, it is impossible for her to feel nothing at all!

Song Xuansheng exhaled deeply, it's just that they look too similar.

Well, thinking about it this way, King Zhenbei's previous frivolity is justifiable.

He regarded her as Tan'er's mother's substitute.

"Mother, look!" Tan'er opened the desk drawer like offering a treasure.

Song Xuansheng is a little weak, why is he called "Mother" again...

She walked over and saw that there were many hairpins in the drawer, of different materials and shapes, some rough and some fine.

The same place is that they are all carved with epiphyllum patterns.

"These are all carved for you, do you like them?"

"Why are they all epiphyllum?"

Song Xuansheng completely regarded those hairpins as the belongings of another woman, just looked carefully at them a few times, and politely refused to touch them.

"Epiphyllum is the flower of love between you and dad, and even my name is the 'Tan' of Epiphyllum." Tan'er shook his head, "There are still many flower houses! Every year when Epiphyllum blooms, Dad will take me to Mocheng Ivory Mountains, where there is a big piece of epiphyllum, in the middle of the night, under the moonlight, they bloom together, there is no more beautiful scenery than that in the world..."