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

In the Yangxin Palace, Mu Yingbao and his family had already eaten the New Year's Eve dinner and gave everyone a red envelope. Hui Ge and Shitou were setting off firecrackers in the yard, while Mu Yingbao was tinkering with making a cake in the house.

She made three cake bases and finally baked one that satisfied her a little.

Brother Hui smelled the fragrance and came into the house; "Mom, mom, are you going to make whipped cream?

This New Year's Eve, the family is not reunited as his father is not here. In order to make his mother happy, Brother Hui tries his best to be "happy" in various ways.

"Actually, it's all my fault that your father hasn't come back yet. If I hadn't suggested asking them to pay tribute to us, your father would have come back long ago." Mu Yingbao could see the guilt in the child's heart. There were only mother and son in the room, so she spoke out her true feelings and wanted the child to understand that it was not his fault.

The one who was wrong was the restless Yun Ningguo.

"Don't put all the responsibility on yourself. Let me ask you, if your father didn't go to the border, but someone else went, would you feel at ease now?" Mu Yingbao asked again.

Brother Hui thought about it and shook his head. He also felt guilty towards the merchant grandfather and grandson.

I always feel that it was all for him that they traveled ten miles to fight and could not reunite with their families during the New Year.

"Similarly, even if your father didn't go and spent the New Year's reunion with us at home, he would still feel guilty because he would feel that it was his responsibility to go to the border and kill the enemy.

Son, do you know why you still feel guilty even though you know it's not because of you? "She asked again in a gentle voice.

Brother Hui shook his head again. He didn’t know why, but he just felt that way.

Mu Yingbao squatted down a little, looked into the child's eyes and said to him, "Silly child, we are the same people, we are not selfish enough. So, when something happens and it is related to us, we enjoy ourselves while others around us suffer, we will blame ourselves and feel guilty.

I would advise you not to think like that, but actually I myself cannot do it.

So, so, now we are alone in the room, don't pretend to be tired. "

"An, I understand. I miss my father and I am worried about him. Sometimes, I even regret that I should not have returned to Beijing and should not have come to fight for this position. If I had not come back, would our family be together?

But mother, you also told your son that even if I don’t come back, I already know my life experience and the truth of the matter. Even if I don’t come back to be the emperor, even if I live an ordinary life somewhere else, I still won’t let go and I still won’t be happy.

So, the son has no choice, right? "He stopped pretending, and his eyes turned red as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes, since we know that avoiding the problem will not solve it, let's face it together. Good, bad, happy, sad, we will face it together. Although your father cannot spend the New Year's reunion with us now, our hearts are always together.

I believe that he is also thinking about us at this moment, and your father will never regret going on this expedition.

Let's talk about what's in our hearts and throw it away. Now, come and make a beautiful big cake with me.

When I become proficient in making it, I will make a more beautiful and bigger one for you and your father’s birthday.” Mu Yingbao felt that she was not so much guiding her children as guiding herself.

Brother Hui nodded vigorously; "Mother, teach your son how to do it. When father comes back, we will make a big cake for him together."

After the mother and daughter chatted for a while, they both felt much better.

Soon, a beautiful big cake was ready. Although the decorating technique was a little unfamiliar, everyone was stunned as it was the first time they saw such a beautiful cake.

After one was successfully made, Mu Yingbao and Brother Hui baked two more cake bases.

It was almost midnight when there were three big cakes on three tables in the kitchen.

In the middle of the night, we set off firecrackers in the yard to welcome the God of Wealth, and then everyone went into the house and started cutting the cake.

"Oh, madam, why don't you stop cutting it? It's such a pity." Xizhu looked at Mu Yingbao who was about to cut it with a knife and said with reluctance.

"Madam prepared this for us to eat, not to be displayed here for viewing. Otherwise, when I cut your portion for you, don't eat it. Take it back to the room and look at it carefully." Dongzhu teased Xizhu.

"No way." Xizhu responded, and imitated Hui Ge and the others, picking up a plate and waiting eagerly.

E

Mu Yingbao didn't cut the pieces very big. Everyone in the room got a piece, and he left most of it for the night guards.

R

Mr. and Mrs. Fan Puchang went home the day before. They wanted to stay and spend the New Year with Brother Hui, but Brother Hui said no and asked them to go back and reunite.

Before leaving, Mu Yingbao brought some snacks that she made herself, including nougat, sesame balls, jelly, candied haws, and an egg cake specially made for Hui Ge's grandmother.

There weren't many people in the Yangxin Palace anyway, so they all just ate together at Mu Yingbao's place.

At this moment, the two people who were the most silent and quiet in the room were Nanzhu and Luo Yi.

He ate and laughed occasionally, but he didn't join in the laughter.

Fortunately, everyone is familiar with each other, so it doesn't seem too awkward.

Tao Qingyuan, the oldest one, ate his cake in a few bites like a naughty boy, and then pretended to snatch the cake from Hui Ge Shitou.

The two were so frightened that they didn't even bother to enjoy the food while eating, and they quickly swallowed it.

After eating cake, sipping tea, and continuing to keep vigil with snacks, a letter was delivered from outside the palace.

Mu Yingbao and Hui Ge's eyes lit up immediately, thinking it was a letter from Xue Wenyu.

But when the mother and daughter saw the messenger and the envelope he handed over, their hearts sank.

The person who delivered the letter was from the palace, which was enough to prove that it was not a letter from Xue Wenyu. Also, I had never seen that kind of envelope before.

The milky white envelope even had a waistband made of green satin.

"Mother." Brother Hui looked at the handwriting on the envelope and handed it to Mu Yingbao.

"Secretly? To me?" Mu Yingbao really couldn't imagine who else would write to her here, except Xue Wenyu who was far away at the border.

On the envelope was only the recipient's name, Mu Yingbao, but no sender's signature.

No matter where the letter came from, it must have been tested and found to be non-toxic. Besides Xue Wenyu, who else would write to her?

On the envelope was only the recipient's name, Mu Yingbao, but no sender's signature.

No matter where the letter comes from, it must have been tested and found to be virus-free before it can be delivered here.

With doubts, Mu Yingbao opened the letter. He saw that the words on it were very neat and the font was beautiful, but it felt that the person who wrote it had a cynical and carefree attitude.

Because they were for Mu Yingbao, Brother Hui consciously did not watch them, but he was looking at his mother's expression.

Everyone else looked over as well, and saw Mu Yingbao start to frown, then his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and at the end, his face was filled with disgust.

When everyone was curious about who wrote it and what it said, Mu Yingbao slowly uttered two words; "You are sick!"