The car drove into a familiar house. The Han family's folk customs are actually relatively simple. There are no so-called magnificent buildings, and they prefer ancient elegance.
The pavilions, pavilions and courtyards maintain five thousand years of Chinese cultural heritage. And this is the place where I grew up, but now I have to rely on another person to get in.
The population of the Han family is actually very small. The master of the Han family of this generation has two sons and one daughter. The daughter is Han Mingxu's mother, who died of illness early. Before that, Han Mingxu's father had died in an accident. Therefore, Han Mingxu was raised by Master Han, and his status in the Han family was actually very high, because Master Han doted on his daughter very much, so he almost doted on his daughter's only bloodline. Some people even speculated that after Master Han retired, he would become the next generation leader of the Han family.
But it happened that something happened two years ago.
Han Mingxu's father turned out to be the prince of Leiluo Kingdom and the direct heir to the king, but he fell in love with a Chinese girl. For the woman he loved, he gave up his throne and his country.
But now the old king of Leiluo Kingdom is very weak, and the country has begun to have internal chaos. It needs a legitimate heir to maintain the stability of the country. Therefore, the old king thought of Han Mingxu.
In everyone's understanding, the shooting two years ago was because someone deliberately wanted to prevent Han Mingxu from succeeding to the throne. After the shooting incident, Han Mingxu returned to Leiluo Kingdom and accepted the title of Crown Prince. I came back this time because I was informed that Li Qinghao was awake.
"Is it a pity?" Looking at the light in Li Qinghao's eyes, Han Mingxu teased, "Aren't you a little disappointed that there is no castle-like villa in your impression?"
It was obviously a sarcastic remark, but when it came out of this man's mouth, it sounded a bit joking, as if friends were chatting.
Li Qinghao did not answer.
The car stopped and he couldn't wait to get out of the car. The maple leaves fell from the maple trees, and the vermilion luster was like a gift from heaven, shining on Li Qinghao's head. He raised his head and caught the falling maple leaves, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.
Han Mingxu looked at it and couldn't help being stunned. He forgot to close the car door and couldn't help coming to Li Qinghao's side: "The maple tree here has a very special name, called December."
"December." Li Qinghao listened and read those three words. Han Mingxu thought he was confused, so he couldn't help but explain, "Because it stays like this for twelve months a year. It doesn't experience the budding in spring, the lushness in summer, the yellowing in autumn, and the yellowing in winter like other plants." Bare branches.”
Han Mingxu closed his eyes, spread his hands, and felt the harmony between heaven, earth and man. Li Qinghao looked back at him. He naturally knew the origin of December. But when he turned around, he saw a different Han Mingxu than usual.
The distance between the two people was very close, so close that Li Qinghao could see every eyelash of Han Mingxu clearly. He had grown up looking at this face. But for some reason, Li Qinghao felt handsome with the same face on this man's body, but he didn't feel any difference when it looked on his original self.
Observing carefully, Han Mingxu is like an innocent child at this time, longing for and enjoying the embrace of nature. It was different from the unfathomable aura he usually displayed to others.
A complicated man, Li Qinghao commented in his heart.
Feng's eyes lowered, and he caught Li Qinghao's gaze: "Can you see this face?" Wen Ya's voice was so soft that Li Qinghao felt like a lover.
The figure suddenly took a few steps back, and he recovered his mind: "No worse than Nancheng Lie."
The tenderness subsided, and Han Mingxu took a few steps closer: "Even if you have lost your memory, you still think Nancheng Lie is the best?" The breath he exhaled went straight to Li Qinghao's face.
I was heartbroken, what did this man mean
"Huh?" Taking another step closer, their bodies were almost touching each other.
Li Qinghao wanted to step back, but Han Mingxu rubbed his waist: "Have you forgotten the doctor's words?" He rubbed Li Qinghao into his arms, his lips covered Li Qinghao's earlobe, and his reserved eyes glowed as eagerly as fire, but this Li Qinghao couldn't see the light.
"Shouldn't Nancheng Lie be the best in my heart?" Li Qinghao didn't resist, because he knew that resisting in front of this man was useless, not to mention... he had reasons that he couldn't resist.