Chapter 1118 - Loving the Young and Respecting the Elderly

Mu Yingbao did think so, but when she thought about it again, this thing could be said to be very indulgent to herself.

This time, because of Tang Qing's relationship with the Ziyun Princess, his attitude was so resolute, so he couldn't be forced too urgently.

Mu Yingbao didn't want to because there was any estrangement between the two of them in the handling of this problem.

Tang Qing's problem must be solved, and the relationship between husband and wife cannot be affected, and the right way must be found.

Thinking of this, Mu Yingbao took his arm; "I'm hungry, let's go back."

Well? Xue Wenyu was mentally ready to listen to her persuasion, but she didn't think about it, she didn't!

"Okay." Xue Wenyu got up full of doubts, and turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law from time to time as he walked.

So easy to talk to? This is not the character of a daughter-in-law!

From the small garden to the kitchen, she really didn't mention Tang Qing again.

Old Man Tao and Brother Hui had already gone down to court, changed into civilian clothes and sat at the table waiting.

Seeing Mu Yingbao and the others coming in, Brother Hui immediately got up and called out to his mother.

Brother Hui is like this, even though Xue Wenyu and Old Man Tao have long been used to it.

Regardless of what the imperial power has always represented to others.

In front of these two women, imperial power is just a name of identity.

"Mother, my son heard about it a few days ago, what happened when you went to eat wontons outside the palace, since you know that person is a master of disguise, why did you let him go?" Brother Hui asked in surprise.

When he learned about it, he arranged for the shadow to stare at the old man secretly, and he didn't think that he would lose it the next day.

originally thought that he would find the person no matter what, and even asked Uncle Kong Lian's subordinates to help find him, but when he just retired from the dynasty, he still disappeared.

Considering that my mother has always been reliable, she didn't lock up the old man at that time, so there must have been some arrangement.

But after thinking about it, I still don't feel at ease.

I was worried that the person would be disguised into the palace and do something unfavorable to his mother, so I couldn't help but ask directly.

Hearing her son ask, Mu Yingbao of course knew that the child was worried about herself, so she dragged him to sit down; "Don't worry, even if he knows the seventy-two changes of Sun Wukong, he can't escape from the palm of my hand, someone is staring at him, every move is under our control."

"Really? That's good. "Brother Hui is reassured.

Actually, Brother Hui was very curious and wanted to ask, who was the person who was responsible for staring at the disguise master?

Father's men? People in Uncle Kong's gang? Or is it the one whose mother has no shadow?

Although they are all their own people, Brother Hui is curious to know who is more powerful.

In fact, Brother Hui also knew very well in his heart that if the Variety Fox was really a dangerous person, his great-grandfather, father and uncle were not careless people. It's not his turn to worry about the youngest.

It's just that, even so, Brother Hui still can't let go in his heart.

When his biological father and mother were killed, he was just a lucky survivor and didn't know anything about the baby in his swaddling clothes.

I don't know how to be afraid, and I don't know that I've become an orphan, so I don't know how to be sad.

After knowing his life experience, all he could do for his biological parents was to fight for the throne.

For this throne, Brother Hui never felt that this was avenging his parents, and he never felt that he had taken back what should have belonged to him. Because, this dragon chair is not what the father and mother want.

However, it was because of this throne that the blood relatives and family members became a thorn in the eyes of others and a thorn in their hearts, and suffered misery.

Although the culprit has been ambushed, the family members who were brutally murdered will never survive.

God probably can't see it, and now this father and mother are guarding him.

is not biological, and what he has done for him is only more than his own birth.

Therefore, Brother Hui knows how to cherish more, and he is more afraid of losing.

Now he is not the little baby of the year, at this time he is the Ninety-Five, and he has the ability to protect his relatives and important people around him.

Thinking like this, Brother Hui's body was upright again.

No matter what his mother said, the Variety Fox was stared at, and he still had to arrange people.

It doesn't matter if you can't find the Variety Fox, just arrange more people around your mother.

Brother Hui didn't feel that he was doing this too much, it was a waste of manpower, this was what he should do as a son.

All civil and military officials have the same idea, as the king of a country, the state affairs are the greatest.

However, in Brother Hui's heart, the mother and father in front of him are more important people than the country to him.

If one day in the future, he really had to choose between his country and his parents, he would choose his father and mother. What he thinks now will not change in the future, because without them, he would not be where he is today.

"Huh? Son, are you alright? Mu Yingbao served vegetables to Brother Hui, and the child's reaction fell into his eyes, feeling that something was wrong.

Brother Hui raised his head, without the slightest feeling of being caught, and his big eyes were bright; "My son is fine, it's fine."

"Really?" Mu Yingbao still felt that the child was a little abnormal and a little unbelieving.

Although I haven't been busy with any important things lately, I really seem to have neglected this child.

At a young age, he should be carefree, but he wears a dragon robe and wears a heavy crown to sit on the dragon chair all day long, and he must sit upright, not to mention that he is a teenager, even she can't bear it as an adult!

"Is there a lot of music tonight? Don't carry it yourself if you have too much, and ...... if you don't have much. Mu Yingbao deliberately pulled a long voice, leaving half of the words.

"Mother, if it's not much, is it okay?" Brother Hui was very looking forward to it, and as soon as he said this, he suddenly thought of something, and looked at his father with some embarrassment.

Xue Wenyu looked at the expressions of the two women, and roughly guessed the answer in his heart.

"Wen Yu, I just got this sword book recently, wait until it's ready, let's go ponder and learn from each other?" Old man Tao drank a glass of wine, looked at his grandson-in-law and asked.

Xue Wenyu looked at the old man a little speechlessly, obviously he just wanted to fulfill the two of them, so he deliberately said that he had recently obtained this sword book.

Looking at his daughter-in-law's smiling appearance, he really wanted to refuse the old man.

But looking at Brother Hui who was waiting again, Xue Wenyu couldn't give up his mind again, what are you doing, fighting with a child.

"Okay, my son-in-law will definitely accompany you well." Xue Wenyu responded very casually.

is reluctant to be more serious with the child, that doesn't mean that he can't bear to be more serious with this grandfather, Xue Wenyu has thought about it, tonight is good filial piety to this grandfather, and accompany him to enjoy the old man's home. If the sky is not dawning, you will not stop, and you will be young, right?

Hearing that his father had agreed to his great-grandfather, Brother Hui happily grimaced with his mother, tilted his body to his mother's side, and discussed in a low voice; "Mother, it's been a long time since I've told my son a story."

"Okay, let's get this piece done together, and then tell the story." Mu Yingbao was also very happy and agreed.

It's useless for both of them to lower their voices, but the two on the side heard it really, and looked at each other, Shenma? Storytelling......

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