Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 391 Entering the Palace for an Audience (11)
"Brother Huang, you can't kneel anymore." Seeing Ye Hen's refusal to get up, Ye Qingmo frowned slightly, then glanced at Dudu in Baili Changge's arms, pursed her lips and said, "Me too Hearing from the palace people that Xiao Shizi has entered the palace, I hurried over to see him. I didn't expect to see you kneeling here under such a big sun. Stop kneeling, Xiao Shizi has already passed out. You don't feel bad as a father, but my aunt does!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qingmo stretched out his hand to pull Ye Hen.

"Qingmo, don't do this." Ye Hen said lightly: "Since I am determined to kneel, I will definitely kneel until my father is willing to see me."

"But..." Ye Qingmo glanced at Dudu distressedly, "This is the case for the youngest son, you don't take children seriously!"

Ye Hen didn't speak again.

Ye Qingmo had nothing to do with him, so he could only walk to Baili Changge's side, and said softly, "Leave the little prince to me!"

Baili Changge was thinking about whether to give Dudu to the princess, when Ye Hen's voice came faintly, "Changge, give Dudu to the princess!"

When Baili Changge heard the words, he immediately relaxed and raised his head slowly.

When Ye Qingmo saw Baili Changge, she took a step back in shock, forgetting to pick up Dudu with both hands.

After a long time, Ye Qingmo shouted in surprise, "A Jin—"

Baili Changge was stunned.

Ye Hen's face in front of him changed instantly. He quickly got up and walked over to take the doudu pretending to be fainted from the Baili Chang singer and handed it to Ye Qingmo. He pulled her aside and said a lot. Ye Qingmo turned around. She glanced at Baili Changge thoughtfully, then slowly left with Dudu in her arms and led a group of court ladies and eunuchs.

Baili Changge obviously hasn't recovered from Ye Qingmo's "Ajin" just now, she knelt on the spot blankly, and suddenly thought of the night when she and Pei Jin went out to eat ramen in Liangcheng last time, That's what Pei Jin called her too.

Ah Jin... Who is it?
Why do these people call her that?Even Ye Hen once ordered the people in Prince Jin's Mansion to call her that. What happened?

Sending Ye Qingmo away, Ye Hen closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then walked slowly to Baili Changge and bent down, "Changge, are you tired? Leave first and come back another day."

"Ye Hen, tell Cui Mo to step aside." Baili Changge didn't raise his head, his voice was indescribably depressed.

Ye Hen moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, a look made Cui Mo walk away.

"Tell me, who is Ah Jin?" Baili Changge slowly raised his head to look at Ye Hen after Cuimo withdrew from his sight, "Why do they all call me that? It was you at first, followed by Pei Jin, now even your princess sister calls me that, tell me the truth, what does this name represent? What else do I not know?"

"It's your baby name." Ye Hen whispered: "Pei Jin and Qing Mo were your childhood playmates, because it's been too long, you may not remember them, so you feel confused."

"Is it really just like this?" Baili Changge stared at Ye Hen closely, not letting go of any trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Well, it's really just like that." Ye Hen nodded, "Besides, you don't have amnesia, how can I hide anything from you?"

Baili Changge thought about it carefully, and felt that Ye Hen was right. Maybe the real Baili Changge didn't write down Ye Qingmo and Pei Jin, so she felt strange.

"Then Dudu is taken away by Princess Qingmo, shall we continue to kneel or go home?" Baili Changge didn't want to continue entangled in the issue just now, so he had to change the subject.

Before Ye Hen could answer, he heard the vermilion lacquered door slowly open above the jade steps, and the eunuch shouted loudly from inside: "Your Majesty has a decree, and it is passed down to the King of Jin, and Baili Changge, the daughter of Marquis Wuding's mansion, will meet with you—" —”

Baili Changge stood up, patted his numb knees, and looked up to see Cui Mo's brocade handkerchief blown by the wind, with a faint footprint on the handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)