The Dishonest Son and The ‘Ghost’ Doctor Mother

  For a long time, Yu Qingluo felt that the pressure on her body suddenly loosened, the blocked air re-entered the tip of her nose, and her mind gradually recovered her clarity.

  Ye Xiudu still hugged her firmly and did not let go, his forehead was against her, and his voice was dull, "Qing'er, stop saying this. I apologize to you, okay?"

  Yu Qingluo held his clothes tightly with both hands, her chest was undulating, and she was still exhaling.

  Her legs are a little weak, and most of her strength is still supported by Ye Xiudu.

"Nan Nan didn't listen to you either. He is so behaved and loves you so much. How could he not listen to you?" Ye Xiu held her waist alone and lifted her slumped body, with a deep voice. I’m not good, I didn’t take good care of him, and I won’t be anymore.”

  Yu Qingluo raised her eyes slightly and glanced at him.

  Ye Xiu's finger gently ran her eyes. This was the first time he saw such a fragile Yu Qing. The panic revealed in her eyes, I'm afraid that even she herself doesn't know how strong it is.

  It was his negligence, he shouldn't let Nan Nan hide it.

"No, no arbitrarily allowed Nannan to be the heir to the Mongols. Otherwise, I will kill you." Yu Qingluo finally breathed smoothly, and suddenly tightened the fingers of his clothes on his chest, gritting his teeth. Said.

  She didn’t know what the Mongolian rules were, or whether Ye Xiu Duo had to obey Meng Lu. But the words before Meng Lu's departure worries her. He said that Ye Xiu Duohui agreed to Nan Nan as the heir, so confident and made her worry that in Ye Xiu Duo's heart, the sense of national mission would be more important than the family relationship.

  Ghost knew whether the Mongolian people had such messy beliefs and secrets, but if Ye Xiudu really dared to make claims regardless of her and Nan Nan's wishes, she would definitely not let him go.

   Ye Xiu Du secretly sighed, so that Qing'er was angry with him, not entirely because he let people follow her behind. More, I'm afraid it is the deep meaning behind the words she just said.

"You have a little confidence in me." Ye Xiu rubbed her face alone. "There is indeed an unwritten rule in the Mongolian people. The patriarchs are all inherited by men with flower-shaped birthmarks, and they must be inherited by the previous one. The patriarch personally selects and is recognized by everyone. For hundreds of years, there have been countless people with flower-shaped birthmarks who want to become patriarchs. The dark competition is no less than that of the royal family."

  Yuqing lowered frowning eyebrows. Sure enough, the Mongolian people are not such a noble place.

Ye Xiu smoothed her eyebrows, and continued, “All Mongolian men with flower-shaped birthmarks are, in some ways, a Mongolian for life. As long as the Mongolian people need it, they must return to the Mongolian people to make a contribution. But Qing Qing Son, to me, the Mongols are less important than you and Nannan, and no one can compare to you."

   "So, I have a little confidence in me. I will not force Nan Nan to do what he does not want to do. Unless he is going to be the patriarch himself and he has that interest, I will not instill the Mongolian ideas in him."

  Yuqing's eyes flashed involuntarily, watching Ye Xiudu's expression soften a lot.

  The latter thought, and her thin lips moved forward to kiss the tip of her straight nose.

  Yu Qingluo gave a cold snort, pushed him aside and leaned a step aside, “This time, it’s better to speak up. You go out, I’m hungry, and I want to eat.”

  Ye Xiu patted her forehead alone. It seems that her worries are gone, but her anger is still there.

  That's it, it seems that it's really not so easy to let her down for a while. But fortunately, there was less anger and less grumpy.

   "Qing'er, I'm hungry too, let's eat together."

With a "pop", Yu Qingluo directly slapped his chopsticks on the table and sneered at him, "Can't you go out?"

   "..." Ye Xiudu's body just sat down and stood up immediately, "...you eat slowly."

  Yu Qingluo hummed softly, staring at him and went out and closed the door, before holding on to the chopsticks again.

   Ye Xiu came out of the yard alone, and saw Nan Nan squatting on the side, staring at a rock in a daze.

  He knew that he was outside the window at that time, and Qinger’s words were probably heard.

   Ye Xiu carefully hugged Nan Nan up, "I’m hungry, let’s go to dinner."

   "Daddy, I didn't listen to my mother's words." Nan Nan grabbed the edge of the corner of his clothes, squeezed tightly, and then slowly let go.

"I know, and your mother knows that everything she just said was angry." Ye Xiu touched his head alone, looked at his slightly red eyes, and said softly, "Your mother is just worried about you, thinking I'll teach you a lesson. She knows what kind of temper you are. Today she is tired too. Let's let her rest and see her tomorrow, eh?"

  Nannan nodded, still a little depressed, with his arms around Ye Xiudu’s neck, the whole small head of melon seeds rested on his shoulders.

  Ye Xiu Du was also very unaccustomed to such an energetic Nan Nan, gently touching his back with the palm of his hand, holding it all the way to the flower hall.

  Nannan ate so little for the first time, it was almost like a grain of rice delivered to his mouth, Ye Lansheng was heartbroken as he watched.

  The atmosphere in the palace on this day is in an unprecedented downturn, and people dare not say a word.

  And Shen Ying and others have a better understanding of who the real master in this palace is now.

  Hey, you must never offend Miss Yu in the future.

  Ye Xiu Du did not return to Yu Qingluo's house that night, but that night, Yu Qingluo slept very unsteadily, as if... something was missing, and some were not used to it.

  So when she woke up the next morning, she was obviously tired and depressed.

  Her breakfast still sent Mother Xiao to the room, still reading the medical book silently, all morning without stepping out of the room door.

  Nannan also got up early in the morning, but he didn’t know what he was tinkering with, and he hurried to eat.

  And in such a weird atmosphere in the palace of Xiuwang, the sky of the imperial capital has also changed.

  The air outside was so dull, Yu Qingluo opened all the windows, but still felt that the air was very depressed. It seemed that a storm was about to come soon.

  Sure enough, just after lunch, the pouring rain poured down, and the ground and the roof were quickly wetted.

  Grandma Xiao Xiao ran in from the outside just as the thunder sounded, and whispered, "Princess, something has happened."

  She put the book in her hand on the table, Yu Qingluo frowned slightly, she really didn't like the weather like this.

   "What's the matter?" The grandmother Xiao's expression was rigorous, and it didn't look like a trivial matter.

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