Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

After the Double Ninth Festival, the coolness of autumn becomes more and more obvious, and it is only at noon that people begin to feel a little hot.

Before, the people from the Shadowless Sect always had ice cubes connected for use.

However, it is not as comfortable as the natural coolness.

Si Tu did not stop to camp for a few days like last time, but the team was not moving very fast.

Whenever there were exquisite and beautiful places on the road, Xue Wenyu would order people to stop and accompany his wife to appreciate and linger there.

When Brother Hui received the news and saw his mother and father's motorcade under the setting sun, he immediately hurried over to meet them.

Several ministers behind him looked at him and opened their mouths, but no one spoke to remind him to stop it.

Everyone hurriedly followed and went over to greet them.

Brother Hui's eyes were only fixed on the largest and most luxurious carriage, but the ministers behind him were attracted by the row of carriages in the team.

Why are there so many more carriages than when we left? And they're all full.

What is that thing hanging on the carriage? Why does it look like there is corn?

When they got closer and saw clearly what was on the carriages at the back, almost all the ministers were dumbfounded.

On the carriages were bundles of herbs, strings of almost dried mushrooms, corns of different sizes, and wheat of different lengths.

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment. Was it the return of the autumn harvest? Or was it a gift from the people of Yudong to express their gratitude for saving their lives?

This is so, so real!

For a moment, the ministers didn't know what to say.

I have never seen such a thing before, when officials who have been away from home return to Beijing, they bring in truckloads of various agricultural products.

At this time, Brother Hui called out to his father and mother outside the carriage, and then quickly got into the carriage.

"Mother, you are finally back. Don't you miss your son?" Brother Hui entered the carriage and squeezed between his mother and father. He put his arm around his mother and acted coquettishly.

Xue Wenyu shook his head speechlessly, not wanting to scold the kid for being reckless, so he moved to the side without hesitation.

"When I returned from a long journey before, I have never seen you like this." After moving away, Xue Wenyu still couldn't help but say something.

Brother Hui turned his head to look at his father and chuckled, "Father, I wanted to do this every time, but I didn't dare. Father, I am serious. If you had married another woman, I still wouldn't dare to do this now." After hearing the child's words, Xue Wenyu reached out and patted his little shoulder.

The child is right. The richer the family, especially the more prestigious ones, the stricter the education, words and behaviors of their children.

Brother Hui is lucky to have such a special and unique mother in front of whom he can express his innocence without any worries.

"Mother, please look at your son." Brother Hui turned his head again and said to his mother.

"My son is deflated." Mu Yingbao noticed it as soon as he saw the child, and his heart began to ache.

When Brother Hui heard this, he nodded hurriedly, "Yes, mother, my great-grandfather and the others said so too."

Ten thousand

"What's so strange about being thin? You are the king of a country now and you have to worry about the affairs of the country. If you get fat, it means you are lazy and slacking off." Xue Wenyu knew what the child wanted to express, but he still said it deliberately.

"Mother." Brother Hui laughed at his mother and looked at her with grievance.

"Chao, I know why my son is sick. It's because he misses his father and mother, right?" Mu Yingbao looked at the child's thin face and his eyes turned red.

I have been thinking about taking this opportunity to train my child and help him adapt to the days when they are not around.

However, unexpectedly, after just over a month of separation, the child had lost weight.

Mu Yingbao suddenly felt that he was really cruel. This child was not as strong as he had imagined.

When the child just got into the carriage, his eyes were clearly wet, but he forced himself to hold back the tears.

Brother Hui did not deny it and nodded vigorously. "My son was fine when he was in court during the day, but as soon as he got out of court, he couldn't help but miss you. Many times I wanted to run out to find you.

But, think about it, if I really do that, I am afraid that you will be disappointed in my son and I am afraid that it will bring shame to you. "At this point, Brother Hui began to sob and lowered his head.

Mu Yingbao reached out and gently lifted the child's chin, letting him look at her, and said softly, "Silly son, no matter what you do, your father and I will not be disappointed, nor will we think that you are embarrassing us. You are the ruler of a country, the people of Yuyan State, and the officials of the country. But to us, you are just our child.

If you do something wrong, we will punish you, reprimand you, and maybe even spank you. But we will never be disappointed in you, and we won't think you've let us down. Remember that?"

Brother Hui couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and they fell down, and he threw himself into Mu Yingbao's arms.

Xue Wenyu was startled and wanted to reach out to stop it, but before he could do so, he saw his wife had already hugged the child and was patting his back gently.

Mu Yingbao also warned himself with his eyes not to speak.

Okay, okay, Xue Wenyu had no choice but to turn his head away and not look at the mother and daughter.

Xiao is the king of a country, but in front of her, he would cry and act like a spoiled brat at every turn!

Xue Wenyu couldn't help but recall that when he was Hui's age, he was already very independent.

Even when he was practicing martial arts and was covered in wounds, even when he saw his father being "in love" with that woman and felt sad and missed his mother, he never shed a tear.

But if my mother was still alive at that time, would I have been wronged and hurt, and would I have behaved like Brother Hui in front of my mother?

"Mother, is my son a loser?" Brother Hui cried in his mother's arms, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear that people outside the carriage would hear him. After a while, he raised his head and asked embarrassedly.

"Mother, is my son a loser?" Brother Hui cried in his mother's arms, but he didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear that people outside the carriage would hear him. After a while, he raised his head and asked embarrassedly.

Mu Yingbao searched for the handkerchief and gently wiped the child's tears. "How many times do you want me to tell you not to ask such stupid questions again? No matter you are ten years old, or twenty years old in the future, thirty or fifty years old, in front of me, you can always laugh when you are happy and cry when you are sad."

After hearing what his mother said, Brother Hui felt as if he had taken a reassurance pill. There were still tears in his eyes, but he smiled.

Xue Wenyu looked at the car window curtain and shook his head helplessly again after listening to the conversation between the mother and daughter. He couldn't help but imagine the scene of Brother Hui, who was in his thirties or fifties, with a big head wearing a crown, throwing himself into his wife's arms and crying. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

At that time, even if the child really dared to do that, he, as a father, would not spoil him like he does now...