This child looks really good. Yu Buhuan admired silently in his heart.
She knew in her heart that she had nothing to do with him, but every time Dumpling happily called her mother, her inner moral bottom line would drop again and again.
She no longer explained her identity to Dumpling, but calmly accepted the title he gave her.
Although I knew this wouldn't last long, when I was held by this little guy, it felt so good.
This child...if it was really hers, how wonderful it would be.
After making sure Dumpling was asleep, Yu Buhuan got up quietly.
Xuanyuan Si was leaning on the top of the roof beam like a ghost. When he saw Yu Buhuan coming out wearing clothes, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
"It's snowing." Yu Buhuan said calmly.
"Well, yes, the New Year is coming soon."
Time flies really fast, and the Chinese New Year will be here in a blink of an eye.
Yu Buhuan gathered her cloak and stared blankly at the falling snow outside. Xuanyuan Si jumped off the beam and stood lightly behind her.
"Are you going to keep that kid with you?"
Yu Buhuan turned around and stared at him seriously: "What do you think?"
Xuanyuan Si shrugged: "It's not mine anyway, but I would like to remind you that the child's father is not someone to be trifled with. If he knows that the child is here, it may be difficult to explain."
Yu Buhuan smiled nonchalantly: "What about what you want?"
"Send it back as soon as possible, the sooner the better." Xuanyuan Si said from the bottom of his heart.
"Why do you care so much about Dumpling? Are you related to Dumpling?"
When Xuanyuan Si heard this, he immediately showed an expression of disgust: "How come I am related to that dead child? I know him!"
"If it's not, then it's not. Why are you so excited?"
"Am I excited?"
"Look at yourself in the mirror and see that your hair is standing on end. This is not exciting." After saying that, Yu Buhuan turned around and returned to the inner room.
Dumpling, who had been sleeping, woke up at some point. He rubbed his eyes and said pitifully: "Mother, I'm hungry."
Just like Yu Buhuan, I haven't eaten anything seriously all day long, and my stomach is flat.
I hugged him sadly, this guy must have never been hungry before.
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"Xiaosi, do you trust Pu?" Yu Buhuan, who was lying on the roof, turned his head and looked at the man beside him.
She was crazy, otherwise why would she follow his evil idea and go to the imperial kitchen to get food at night?
"Of course, the delicious food is in the imperial dining room. I see you don't steal things often."
Who the fuck always steals things to eat when they are free? Yu Buhuan wants to ask.
The most important thing is that Dumpling is still with them. If someone discovers it, the consequences can be imagined.
It's simply a lifeless rhythm.
On the snow-covered roof, three people were crawling on the roof, drooling while looking at the delicious food below.
The banquet lasted until late at night and was not over yet. The melodious sound of silk and bamboo was transmitted here. Yu Buhuan felt very unhappy. Why did he feel that others were enjoying the hot food and drinking spicy food, but he was freezing, starving, and had to steal things here.
At this time, there was an uninvited guest in the imperial dining room - Princess Sheng'an.
Princess Sheng'an is the youngest daughter of the late emperor. Because of her beauty, there is an endless stream of people coming to propose marriage. However, Sheng'an is arrogant by nature, and the nobles and nobles cannot catch her eye. Therefore, the nineteen-year-old Sheng'an has not yet been married.
