Yu Wenhao watched their little figures disappear at the door and sighed softly, "I am happy in my heart. I shouldn't have hurt them just now."
"It's okay, children understand." Yuan Qingling looked at his face that was burned and had no eyebrows, and couldn't help laughing, "Does it still hurt? I'll give you some more medicine."
"It doesn't hurt, Lao Yuan, where did they learn these skills?"
"Maybe...it's hereditary!" Yuan Qingling said with a guilty conscience.
"Hereditary?" Yu Wenhao thought for a while, "Don't you have to have it or I can inherit it? I can't breathe fire, can you?"
"I won't." Yuan Qingling replied with a smile, "Don't worry about it, just think of it as a gift. A mediocre couple can also give birth to a genius son."
Yu Wenhao thought about the scene of the little glutinous rice flying on the beam. He was frightened at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he feels it is amazing. This light skill is unique in the world.
But there is always some worry in my heart. People with great abilities will suffer more.
When they were pregnant with their child, they both had the same wish. They didn't want him to be very capable, but they just wanted them to live a smooth life.
Opposite to Yuan Qingling and his wife, Emperor Ming Yuan was very happy today. He seemed to have seen the inheritance of the Northern Tang Dynasty and the glory of the Northern Tang Dynasty. As an elder, nothing is happiest than to see the future of his descendants.
After the three little ones returned to the room, they began to count on their fingers, "You can't fly, you can't borrow fire, you can't hit the wall, you can't hit people, you have to study with Master Tang."
"Brother," Xiao Nuomi sat on the bed, covering her body and head with a quilt, revealing her young face, "but we all understand what Master Tang said."
"Dad is still very fierce. Just do whatever he says to avoid getting beaten," Baozi sighed in a young and mature manner, "It's so hard to live under someone else's roof."
"Daddy won't beat me." Xiao Nuomi said.
"You still said!" Baozi glared at him fiercely, "You know how to cry. Every time you cry, no matter what, dad beats me first. If you cry again in the future, I will beat you."
Xiao Nuomi was afraid that her brother would be cruel, "Then I won't cry anymore."
Tang Yuan lay on the bed and pondered for a while, "Brother, should we tell dad that mom is leaving soon?"
"It's best not to say it." Baozi shook his head.
"Okay!" Tangyuan responded, "We will tell him when he finds out that his mother is missing."
Xiao Nuomi said: "But mom doesn't know either. Should we tell mom?"
Baozi shook his head, "No, mom can't keep a secret from dad. She will tell dad, and dad will scold us again."
Xiao Nuomi's mouth flattened and she choked with sobs: "I don't want my mother to leave."
Baozi and Tangyuan looked at each other and raised their fists at the same time, "Don't cry."
Xiao Nuomi immediately held back her tears, her nose was very red and pitifully red.
Now that the Emperor's condition has improved, Yu Wenhao can finally take Yuan Qingling and the children back.
Chu Shoufu is still in another courtyard, so Aunt Xi will not go back for the time being and will stay here to take care of him.