Yu Buhuan walked over quickly and glanced at the man in snow clothes, Huh? Why is this assassin not dead?
Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Jiao Li said: "Leave one alive for the regent to take back for interrogation to see if there are any clues."
Well, that's a good idea, Yu Buhuan nodded.
"Where are the dumplings?" Jiao Li asked subconsciously.
"Oh, I was just about to tell you this, but Dumpling followed a snow fox to find snow gallbladder."
Jiao Li's smile was immediately replaced by gloom. He grabbed Yu Buhuan's collar and asked sternly: "What? Who did he go with?"
Yu Buhuan was startled by his excited look, and the snow-clothed assassin who was a bystander was also frightened, because he had been in Tianji Palace for so many years, and to his master, big things were just a joke.
, have you ever seen him so out of control?
"Follow...Follow Snow Fox!"
Jiao Li wanted to kill her immediately. He gritted his teeth and said, "You can just let him go with his child alone? Why don't you follow him?"
Yu Buhuan froze.
After a while, she said sincerely: "Dumpling looks confident. Besides, Xuehu is afraid of people and won't let strangers follow him..."
Jiao Li took a deep breath and interrupted her with a serious tone: "If my son has any shortcomings, I will definitely cut you into pieces."
He let go of her fiercely and strode away. Looking at his back, Yu Buhuan seemed to see a blazing fire.
She was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses.
Turning around, he saw the man in snow clothes staring at him, with a look of pity in his eyes.
"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone get scolded?" Yu Buhuan yelled back.
The man in snow clothes trembled and quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.
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The dumplings came back, happily carrying two snow galls. When they were shaken in the bottle, they made a crisp clanking sound.
"Mother, this is for you. This is for you too." All two snow galls were given to Yu Buhuan.
Jiao Li's expression improved a bit, but his eyes were still murderous when he looked at Yu Buhuan.
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
"I'm your son, don't be embarrassed." Dumpling held her hand and smiled happily.
"It's time to go down the mountain." Jiao Li reminded him lukewarmly.
"The carriage is down there," Chu Yuan said.
"Take this assassin back too." Jiao Li pointed at the snow-clad assassin not far away.
"Yeah" Chu Yuan nodded.
On the way back, Dumpling looked at Yu Buhuan's hand distressedly: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure it."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, I'm your son."
Jiao Li felt very uncomfortable about being a son and a son again. They had only met him a few times, and yet he was just begging for help and nuzzling into other people's arms, just like a puppy.
"Father, where is Han Yu?" Diaozi turned around and asked.
In the carriage, Jiao Li held his breath and concentrated. When he heard his son's question, he slowly opened his eyes: "I don't know."
Although Chu Yuan was only eleven years old, he had been in the court for so long, and observing words and expressions was a survival skill that he must master. He could tell at a glance that Jiao Li did not want to be friends with Yu Buhuan.
Hearing his refusal to give the cold jade, Chu Yuan quickly said: "I have a piece in my palace, I don't know if I can use it."
Jiao Li moved his eyes to Chu Yuan, and sneered with contempt: "The regent is very loyal."
Chu Yuan responded politely: "Yu Buhuan is my unmarried wife, and I have the obligation to protect her."
