Chapter 490: Fat, my nightmare is gone

Speaking of this, Han Wenwen went silent again, without saying a word, like a closed clam shell.
Han Fei sighed, and did not ask for it, helping Han Wenwen to get his pulse.
Han Fei stayed in the Han Mansion, but she didn't make people go out and buy Chinese medicine for the Korean book to cook. Han Shangqing was silent for a while after learning about it, but she didn't stop it, so she made preparations.
That night, when I was eating, I heard a bell from the imperial city. The bell was very loud. It seemed that the entire emperor had spread it. The sound was heavy, and it spread slowly with each sound, as if only listening , The heart is uncomfortable.
Han Shangqing put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up, and said uneasyly, "This, this is the death knell!!!"
Han Shangqing’s expression and words directly stunned the people present. Han Fei also put down the dishes and her face became heavy. She did not expect that Emperor Qin would pass away so soon. According to the effect of the pill, it is absolutely possible. If you live for two or three days, you shouldn't die on the same day. If so, I'm really sorry for the precious medicinal materials she used to refine that pill.
Han Shangqing hurriedly said: "Mayfair, Dad is going to the palace now. The death knell is ringing. All the officials must be there. You must arrive as quickly as possible. You can eat first, and you don't have to wait for me."
After all, Han Shangqing hurriedly changed court clothes and hurried into the palace.
Han Fei staying at the dinner table, Han Wenwen and the second wife fell into silence for a while. The second wife did not make trouble for Han Fei this time. She just shrank her body and slowly picked up the vegetables. His eyes didn't give alms to his son.
Han Fei picked up the chopsticks again. The Emperor Qin was dead. Presumably, the current imperial palace must have become a mess of porridge. She has no use in the past. It's better not to join in the fun. It's just a change of regime. She just needs to slow down. Just wait for the news.
The calm appearance of Han Fei made the second wife a little surprised, and the second wife took her eyes to scan Han Fei again, as if she was completely unfamiliar.
Han Fei ran out of food calmly, and Han Wenxue also put down the table and chopsticks when Han Fei put down the tableware. Han Fei held hands and left the dining room. From beginning to end, the two seemed to be the second wife and nonexistent.
The second lady was so angry that she threw the chopsticks in her hand, her face was very ugly, she stared at Han Fei's back with a vicious look, if her daughter Han Yan had not disappeared, how could she have fallen to this? To the point! When Yan'er was still favored, no one in this Han Mansion would treat her this way! Even Han Shangqing has to hold her!
The second lady couldn't bear such a gap at all, but she was helpless.
Back to his yard, Han Wenwen finally couldn't help it, and said: "Sister Fei, the emperor has passed away, you, why didn't you respond?"
Han Fei was taken aback, and said, "How should I react?"
The Korean document could not explain it, but he just felt that Han Fei should not be so calm.
Han Fei smiled and said: "These things are not something we can care about. The emperor has fallen, and naturally there will be new positions. This has been the case since ancient times. So whether we are worried or afraid, it doesn't matter much. Just wait for the news."
Han Wenwen nodded as if he had been persuaded by Han Fei, and looked very well-behaved.
Han Fei tutored the Korean textbook a little bit, and then urged him to go to bed. Speaking of which, Han Fei was a little surprised by the level of the Korean textbook homework. This kid is extremely smart and can almost understand the book. The content, even the extremely obscure text can be understood without departing from the ten, in modern terms, that is a natural student!
Han Fei sighed and urged him to study hard in the future. Han Fei didn’t know that this was just a simple compliment and admonishment that made Han Wenshu a jealous memory. Later, he almost read it all over the world. The book created a scene of flourishing age. I will talk about it later and leave it alone.
That night, Han Fei, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, got up with a brush, and said to the empty room: "It doesn't seem very good to go to the boudoir girl's room at night like this."
The voice just fell, there was no response.
The person hiding in the dark didn't seem to want to show up.
Han Fei raised her eyebrows and said, "Your Excellency, is this so mysterious? If so, don't blame me for being polite!"
After all, there were several silver needles between Han Fei's fingers. With a flick of her hand, the silver needle shot in the direction of the desk, a figure flashed, and the silver needles pierced into the desk and arranged in a row.
The next moment Han Fei got up, one jumped up, trying to get away, but her trajectory seemed to have been guessed. The next moment, a pair of slender arms gripped her wrist fiercely, violently With a twitch of the ground, Han Fei was in pain, and her body rotated around and slammed into an embrace. When the familiar breath passed into her nose, Han Fei was about to plunge into the silver needle of the person behind her and retracted.
Han Fei was dumbfounded, and blurted out: "Qin Che?!"
The familiar breath and embrace behind him are indeed Qin Che's!
Han Fei turned her head abruptly, and as expected, she met a pair of black and red eyes with different pupils. The red one was like a drop of blood, the black one was like an abyss, and the difference between the two eyes was extreme.
But that familiar, unusually handsome face, without a mask, could tell at a glance that it was Qin Che.
Qin Che hugged Han Fei from behind and stopped her actions firmly. The distance between the two was extremely close, and they met each other close to each other.
Han Fei is a little unaccustomed to being close like this. She frowned and said: "Ling...no, Qin Che, why are you here?!"
This person is not the chilling lover she had thousands of years ago, but Qin Che.
Han Fei told herself countless times.
Qin Che did not speak, but hugged Han Fei harder, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
Han Fei was uncomfortable with such tightness and wanted to struggle away, but she had just moved a bit when a dull voice came from her ear.
"do not move."
"Qin Che, you..."
"Let me hold it for a while, it will be fine for a while."
Han Fei paused, sighed, but didn't struggle, and said, "What's wrong with you."
After a while, Qin Che spoke slowly.
"he died."
Han Fei pursed her lips, knowing what he meant, fearing that it was the news that Emperor Qin had died.
"Fatty, he is dead."
This title made Han Fei's eyes widened.
"you……"
"Fatty, my nightmare is gone."
Qin Che lowered his head and gently leaned against Han Fei's shoulder, rubbing her neck like a child.
Such intimacy made Han Fei's heart tremble fiercely.
"Fatty. He's dead, dead..."
"he died."
Qin Che repeated these words over and over again, his body was still wet with dew, and his whole person looked a little strange and abnormal.