Lan Wushuang walked to Yunlai Inn with brisk steps, not worried at all that her son would be anxious when she saw her absence when he returned.
Lan Wushuang was feeling proud, thinking that her son was actually a master of poisoning, which would save her a lot of trouble in the future, and the days to come would be very interesting!
On the other side, Lan Jue, who had returned to the inn room, was no longer calm. When he saw that the bed was empty, he was stunned!
"Mother!" Lan Jue was stunned for a moment, then shouted, and then ran out in a hurry without delaying. Several possibilities flashed through her mind. One was that her old illness had relapsed, and she had become sick again.
He is so demented that he doesn’t know where his mind is wandering; secondly, she doesn’t want him anymore!
"Mother! Mother..." Lan Jue shouted all the way, which seemed particularly loud in the dead of night!
Lan Wushuang was still walking leisurely and leisurely when she vaguely heard the child's voice and frowned slightly. Only when the shouting became clearer did she confirm that it was really her son's voice!
"Hmm...Mom, where are you..." Lan Jue couldn't find her and was so anxious that she cried.
"Xiaobao!" Lan Wushuang looked at the figure in front of him and shouted.
"Mother!" Lan Jue heard the sound and looked over. When he saw it was her, he immediately ran towards her. When he was in front of her, he opened his arms and hugged her, crying, "Mother, you
Where have you gone? Wuwuwuwu... I thought you didn't want me anymore, Wuwuwuwu..."
Lan Wushuang smiled, touched his head and said, "Fool, how could I not want you!"
Lan Jue raised her head, her eyes sparkling with tears, and choked with sobs, "Then where have you been?"
Lan Wushuang didn't want him to know that she had been following him just now, so she deliberately asked, "I came out to find you, why aren't you in the room?"
Hearing her question, Lan Jue wondered whether he should tell her the truth. But then he thought about it and realized that he had promised his master not to tell her, so he hesitated and replied, "I, I went to the latrine..."
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Lan Wushuang did not expose him, but wiped the tears on his face and said warmly, "Stop crying, boys who cry are the most useless! Let's go back!"
Lan Jue nodded his head, his watery eyes looked especially pure and dark. He held her hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose sight of her accidentally.
But Lan Wushuang still had a smile in her eyes, thinking as she walked: Maybe they can survive in the imperial city peacefully all these years, and this child's contribution is not small!
"Son, do you have any wishes?" Lan Wushuang asked again. The mother and son walked hand in hand to the inn. The two figures, one big and one small, were reflected on the ground, looking very warm.
"I will never be separated from my mother!" Lan Jue replied, he didn't want money or power, he just wanted her.
Lan Wushuang laughed happily, and suddenly felt so satisfied, as if this baby was really born to her in ten months of pregnancy, and she felt a sense of intimacy and intimacy.
"Now~ From now on, we will have porridge to drink and food to eat. No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will be together!" Lan Wushuang replied. This is also her promise to him!
"Yes, together forever!" Lan Jue said firmly again, and her mood, which had been tense for a while, finally calmed down.