"Wife is here? Come and have a meal."

When Lu saw the four people, his expression changed instantly and greeted his daughter-in-law with a smile.

How many people will sit down after the room win?

Lu's eyes fell on Fang Ying, and his eyes were full of kindness: "Erlang, does the wound still hurt?"

"Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Fang Ying naturally called her mother, but she was not unfamiliar at all.

He knew that this was the natural harmony brought by the body, a subconscious brain behavior, just like eating and sleeping.

"How come it doesn't hurt?"

Lu's eyes turned red and he said tremblingly: "I heard from the doctor of the Prince of Wei that Erlang's wound is deep and bones are visible. My son is really suffering..."

Said.

She turned her head and angrily said to Fang Xuanling: "You old guy! You are the chief assistant of the Tang Dynasty, and you can't even catch the murderer until now!"

Fang Xuanling had just picked up his job and was innocently caught in the shooting before he had time to eat, and his face suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Do you think I'm not in a hurry?"

Fang Xuanling put down his job and said in a deep voice: "The emperor has sent the Ministry of Justice and Jingzhao Yin to jointly handle the case, and we are waiting for the result."

"Waiting for the result?" Lu said angrily: "It sounds nice. This has passed one day and one night. Has the case been solved?"

"This..." Fang Xuanling was speechless.

The more Lu said, the more angry he became: "If it weren't for my Erlang's courage and he had to kill several Turkic barbarians, his life would probably be explained there!"

Seeing that the wife became more and more angry, Fang Xuanling quickly turned her attention to Fang Ying, and the habitual disaster was influential.

“Talk about this…”

"Erlang, when did your kung fu become so good?"

"Also, what makes me curious most is that I have never seen you read, so why do I suddenly write poetry?"

Hearing words.

Fang Yizhi and Du's eyes lit up.

Both of them are well-read people, so they naturally know how powerful those two poems are. How could Fang Ying write such a stunning poem?

Lu also silently did not speak.

She still knew how much her son was. She had a clear understanding of how much she had. She had a dispute with Fang Xuanling just now because of her nature as a mother protecting her.

Facing the doubts of people at the table.

Fang Ying smiled and said, "Dad, mom, actually my son had a dream the day before yesterday and went to an unknown world..."

Fang Xuanling immediately scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! I don't say anything, my strange power is in chaos..."

"Shut up!"

Before he finished speaking, he was roared by the lion in the east of the Lu River.

"Hmph!" Fang Xuanling turned his head aside in dissatisfaction, but his ears were raised high.

"It is a place with brilliant civilization. Poets are as brilliant as stars, and generals are as beautiful as rivers... Where, people can ride huge birds into the sky, or go into the sea with giant steel wheels..."

With the description of the house win.

The whole family opened their mouths in shock.

They never thought that the reason for everything was just a dream.

And there, people can go to the sky and land on the moon, or go to the sea to roam... This is a means that only immortals have!

Erlang Nanke dreamed of dreaming about a dream in a fairyland?

In this way, Fang Yinghui wrote a poem and was just a matter of being said.

Although the family had an answer in their hearts, they were so shocked that they were all immersed in Fang Ying's talk for a long time and remained silent for a long time.

"Madam! Madam..."

Dong'er hurriedly ran in, interrupting the silent air.

"What a moral thing to do when you are in a panic!"

Lu glanced at Dong'er, speaking sternly, but his tone showed a sense of kindness.

"Mrs. Dong'er knew she was wrong."

Dong'er stuck out her tongue, lowered her eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Go back to Madam, the King of Wu has come down and said he is here to visit Erlang."

King of Wu?

Li Ge?

Fang Ying was heartbroken.

This is another tragic character.

In history, this third prince was a nobleman with a noble family, and was born in the royal blood of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and his literary talent and martial arts were no less than Li Shimin.

But no one expected it.

Such a pride of heaven.

A few years later, he was implicated in the rebellion case of Princess Gaoyang and was executed with Fang Yiai...

Now, I have traveled to the Tang Dynasty.

If he can change his fate against the will of heaven, will Li Ge's ending change accordingly?

Fang Ying's mind was running rapidly.

He raised his foot and followed Dong'er toward the front hall, and heard someone calling him behind him.

“Erlang…”

Fang Ying turned around and saw Fang Xuanling's complex expression and looking like he was eager to speak but stopped, so he asked, "Dad, is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, go!"

Fang Xuanling waved his sleeves.

With an inexplicable expression, Fang Ying walked out the door.

At this time, Lu and Fang Yizhi and his wife were still immersed in Fang Ying's description just now for a long time and did not notice the situation here.

Of course no one saw it.

Fang Xuanling's hands in his sleeves clenched into fists, and a complicated gaze also appeared in the eagle's eyes.

"Ying'er, you are born stupid and have rolled your eyes in this Chang'an City."

"For your father... I'm sorry!"

"Now, as long as you live happily, even if you are mistaken for the King of Wu, it is no big deal..."
Chapter completed!