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

Mu Yingbao did think so, but then she thought again that this guy was very indulgent towards her.

Today, because of the matter between Tang Qing and Princess Ziyun, his attitude is so firm, so we can't force him too much.

Mu Yingbao didn't want any rift to arise between the two of them because of how this issue was handled.

Tang Qing's problem needs to be solved, and the relationship between husband and wife cannot be affected. We have to find the right solution.

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

Huang? Xue Wenyu was ready to listen to her advice, but she didn't!

"Okay." Xue Wenyu stood up with doubts in his mind, turning his head from time to time to look at his wife as he walked.

So easy to talk to? This is not my daughter-in-law's character!

From the small garden to the kitchen, she really never mentioned Tang Qing's weakness again.

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Old Man Tao and Brother Hui had already left court, changed into casual clothes, and were sitting at the table waiting.

Seeing Mu Yingbao and the other person come in, Brother Hui immediately stood up and called out "Mom".

Xue Wenyu and Old Man Tao had already gotten used to Brother Hui's behavior.

No matter what imperial power has always represented to others.

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

"Mother, I heard about what happened when you went to eat wontons outside the palace a few days ago. Since you knew that the man was a master of disguise, why did you let him go?" Brother Hui asked in surprise.

When he found out about it, he arranged for Shadow to secretly watch the old man, but he lost him the next day.

I had thought that I would find the person no matter what, and even asked Uncle Kong Lian's men to help look for him. But when I just left the court, there was still no sign of him.

Considering that my mother has always been reliable, she did not lock up the old man at that time, so she must have made some arrangements.

But after thinking about it, I still feel uneasy.

I was worried that the man would disguise himself and sneak into the palace, and do something bad for my mother, so I couldn't help but ask directly.

Hearing his son's question, Mu Yingbao of course knew that the child was worried about him, so he asked him to sit down; "Don't worry, even if he can transform into Sun Wukong's seventy-two forms, he can't escape from my grasp. Someone is watching him, and his every move is under our control." "Really? That's good." Brother Hui was finally reassured.

In fact, Brother Hui was very curious and wanted to ask, who was the person who was in charge of watching the disguise master?

Father's men? Uncle Kong's gang? Or mother's Wuyingmen?

Although they are all family members, Brother Hui is curious and wants to know who is more powerful.

In fact, Brother Hui knew very well that if the fox was really a dangerous person, his great-grandfather, father, and uncle would not be careless. It was not his turn as the youngest to worry about it.

But even so, Brother Hui still couldn't let it go.

When his biological parents were murdered, he was just a naked baby who had survived by chance and knew nothing.

I don’t know what fear is, and I don’t know that I have become an orphan, so naturally I don’t know what sadness is.

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

As for the throne, Brother Hui never thought that it was revenge for his parents, and never thought that he had taken back something that should have belonged to him. Because this throne was not what his father and mother wanted.

However, that line of blood relatives became thorns in the eyes and hearts of others because of the throne, and suffered a tragic fate.

Although the culprit has been brought to justice, the family members who were murdered will never be able to recover.

God probably couldn't bear it anymore, so he arranged for his father and mother to guard him.

Although he is not his biological child, what he has done and paid for him is only more than what his biological child has done.

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

He is no longer the little baby he was back then. He is now the emperor and has the ability to protect his loved ones and important people around him.

Thinking of this, Brother Hui straightened his body again.

No matter what his mother said, someone was watching the Fox, so he still had to arrange someone.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t find the versatile fox, just place more people around your mother.

Brother Hui didn't feel at all that what he was doing was unnecessary or a waste of manpower. It was what he should do as a son.

Civil and military officials all have the same idea that as the ruler of a country, state affairs are of utmost importance.

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

If one day in the future he really had to choose between his country and his parents, he would choose his father and mother. He thought so now and would not change in the future, because without them, he would not be who he is today.

"La? Son, are you okay?" Mu Yingbao picked up some food for Brother Hui and saw the child's reaction. He felt something was wrong.

Brother Hui raised his head, not feeling guilty at all for being caught, his big eyes were bright; "My son is fine, he is doing very well."

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

Although I haven't been busy with anything important recently, I seem to have neglected this child.

At such a young age, he should have been carefree, but he had to wear a dragon robe and a heavy crown and sit on the dragon throne all day long, and he had to sit upright. Not to mention a child in his teens, even an adult like her couldn't handle it!

"Are there many memorials tonight? If there are many, don't force yourself to read them. If there aren't many..." Mu Yingbao deliberately dragged out the words, leaving them half-finished.

"Mother, is it okay if it's not too much?" Brother Hui said this expectantly, but suddenly he thought of something and looked at his father with some embarrassment.

As soon as Xue Wenyu saw the expressions of the mother and daughter, he roughly guessed the answer.

"Wenyu, I just got a sword manual recently. After we finish eating, let's go and think about it. How about weighing it?" Old man Tao drank a glass of salt wine, looked at his grandson-in-law and asked.

Xue Wenyu looked at the old man speechlessly. It was obvious that he just wanted to help the mother and daughter, so he deliberately said that he had recently obtained a sword manual.

Looking at his wife's half-smile, he really wanted to reject the old man.

But when he looked at Brother Hui who was waiting anxiously, Xue Wenyu couldn't bear to do it anymore. What was he doing? Fighting with a child?

"Okay, your grandson-in-law will certainly accompany you well." Xue Wenyu responded casually.

I am reluctant to argue with the child, but that doesn't mean I can't bear to argue with the grandfather. Xue Wenyu has made up his mind to be filial to the grandfather tonight and have fun with him. I won't stop until dawn. I am still young, right?

But when he looked at Brother Hui who was waiting anxiously, Xue Wenyu couldn't bear to do it anymore. What was he doing? Fighting with a child?

"Okay, your grandson-in-law will certainly accompany you well." Xue Wenyu responded casually.

I am reluctant to argue with the child, but that doesn't mean I can't bear to argue with the grandfather. Xue Wenyu has made up his mind to be filial to the grandfather tonight and have fun with him. I won't stop until dawn. I am still young, right?

Hearing his father agree to his great-grandfather's request, Brother Hui happily made faces at his mother, leaned closer to her, and whispered, "Mom, you haven't told your son a story for a long time."

"Okay, let's finish today's memorials together and then tell stories." Mu Yingbao agreed readily.

It was no use for both of them to lower their voices. The two people beside them heard it carefully. They looked at each other and thought, what? Telling a story...