The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

   Nan Nan stared, and it was too late to run into the inner room at this moment.

   Ye Lansheng hurriedly stepped aside half a position, "Quick, here."

  At this moment, I can't care about dignity or dignity. Nan Nan slipped in without a second word. The movements are skilful and clear, as if...have been through the table countless times.

  Ye Lansheng twitched the corners of her mouth, and hurriedly put down the tablecloth, only then did she converge on her expression and face Grandpa Ke.

   "Grandpa Ke, you are here."

  "The master was talking to...someone just now?" Gonggong Ke scanned the entire room with puzzled eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Ye Lansheng adjusted his breathing as much as possible so that his voice sounded as normal as before, "Gong Gong, you know that there is only you and me in this entire courtyard. Who else can I talk to besides you? I was just endorsing it. ."

  Grandpa Ke carefully looked at the expression on his face, and saw that there was nothing unusual, and then looked at the interior of the room. He really didn't want to look like someone else had stayed in, so he put down his guard and took the food box in his hand.

   "Master, rest a while, and read appropriately. The slave just went to the imperial kitchen to ask the steward to get some food, come, eat while it is hot, and read it when you are full."

  Gonggong Ke smiled and talked, turned around and took out all the contents of the food box. It was almost the same as last night. It was still two steamed buns and two dishes, which was miserable.

  Ye Lansheng squeezed out a smile, "Duke Ke has worked so hard, let's put things here, I will eat in a while."

"Master, you have to take care of your body and don't get tired. Although the food you are eating is a little bit worse, the master must believe that soon the prince will regain the emperor's attention, and then the master's life will definitely be better. Those snobberies in the palace will definitely regret that their intestines are blue."

  Nan Nan hid under the table and couldn't help but curl his lips. This person is so annoying.

  Ye Lansheng probably also knew that Nan Nan was not happy hiding underneath, but he couldn't drive Grandpa Ke away directly, otherwise it would arouse his suspicion. Therefore, he could only say a few words with Gong Gong, but he didn't seem interested.

  Gong-gong Ke saw the situation and comforted him again, and then he resigned and left.

  Nan Nan came out from under the table until he could no longer hear his footsteps, and took two big breaths.

   "Are you okay." Ye Lansheng wiped his sweat carefully. Seeing his ruddy face, he couldn't help but feel warm again. This kid is really interesting, or his lucky star.

  Nan Nan’s sight touched the food container on the table and hummed twice, "This must be poisonous again."

  Ye Lansheng nodded. Since last night, he has not planned to eat the food delivered by Gong Gong. However, if he didn't eat it in the future, wouldn't he just starve to death?

   "Gurulu..." Ye Lansheng's stomach began to scream again.

  Nannan twitched the corner of her mouth, sighed greatly, and then turned over all the chicken legs, eggs, pork, fish and pastries from her pocket.

  "Here, I brought this from the imperial dining room in the morning. Let me eat it for you. It's not very tasty anyway."

  Ye Lansheng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, why can he stuff so many things on his body? How can he get so many delicious foods?

   "I'm telling you, this is the last time. Next time you want to eat, you have to go to the imperial dining room with me to steal...I mean to take it." Nan Nan said solemnly.

   Ye Lansheng swallowed, and nodded vigorously after a while, "Okay." Nan Nan had to find a way to get him food for these two meals, and he was also very sorry.

  Although stealing things is not very good, and it also damages his identity, but the most important thing for him now is to live. Since someone wants to harm him, then he has to live well, and let that person see if the poison can kill him.

   Nan Nan touched his already bulging belly, and seeing that he was eating well, he wanted to eat again.

  But... Hold it back, I can't eat it, or my stomach will break.

  Nan Nan turned his eyes away and changed the subject, "By the way, does the prince that Grandpa Ke talked about just now has anything to do with you? Why does he get reused by the emperor, and your good days are here?"

  The sound of eating stopped, Ye Lansheng lowered his head, and said, "Prince...It's my father."

  "You, you, your father?" Nan Nan jumped from the stool to the ground in surprise, "Your father is the prince, why do you still live in such a shabby place."

Isn't the prince    very powerful? Aren’t they all rich? Ye Lanping's father is just a prince, and he can invite him to eat so many good things. Why does Xiao Shengsheng live so hard?

  Ye Lansheng stopped speaking, it seemed to be an unpleasant experience.

Nan Nan was silent for a while, and did not force him. Forget it, my mother said a wise saying that there are scriptures that are difficult to recite in every family. He understands and understands it very well.

   Fortunately, he has a daddy who can feed him and wear a lot of money and spend a lot of money. There is no problem in raising him. Of course, if Dad can make many delicious things, it will be perfect and perfect.

  Ye Xiu touched her ears alone, feeling a little hot.

  The emperor sitting on the dragon chair saw that he was absent-minded, and his eyebrows curled up, "Xiu'er, have you listened to me?"

"Father." Ye Xiudu looked at the empty imperial study room, and then at the emperor who sent everyone out, his face tight and still expressionless, "I am indeed poisoned. As for the antidote, It was indeed on that woman, no one else did."

"You... are you really planning to tie your life to a woman? Are you really planning to marry only that woman in the future? Xiu'er, don't forget, your future status is extremely honorable, the harem beauty... …"

   "Emperor father." Ye Xiudu interrupted the emperor indifferently, "Emperor father, the truly distinguished person in the future will be the prince, not the king."

  The emperor snorted coldly, “Don’t use the prince as a shield. I know the prince’s ability better than you. I don’t feel relieved at all when Jiangshan is handed over to him.”

  The prince was mediocre and incompetent, and he simply did not have the ability to be the ninth-five-year-old. When the throne is handed over to him, sooner or later, it will change hands. Among the many princes, which one is not eyeing the throne? Which one is not more capable than the Prince? It is not difficult for them to pull the prince from that position.

  Among his many sons, only Ye Xiu has the unique ability to sit on the throne, and only he can hold down other princes who are ready to move.

  Ye Xiu raised her eyebrows alone and laughed, “Father, the prince may be mediocre, but the prince has a son who is not clever and smart. Does he stand out among the many sons of the world?”

  The son of the prince?

  The emperor frowned and thought for a while before remembering the child's name. It seems to be called... Ye Lansheng?

  [Author's digression]: Happy Christmas, dear ones, okay...

  Also, you guys who have no morals, 10,000 words a day are not enough. Nima, I stay in a small black room every day to write 10,000 words from morning to night, ah, ah, ah, no less, or let Nan Nan bite you.

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