After calming down his mood, Wu Yajing immediately made another ball of flour and continued to work hard for his son.

Soon, dumplings of various shapes were made, including rabbits, birds, even chickens and ducks, as well as fish in the water, all kinds of images were made of flour except for filling in the belly.

When I put the dumplings in the pot and cooked them, I saw the boiling water splash, and Chu Xuanchi's eyes slowly crawled with a smile of expectation.

When the dumplings were cooked, served in a bowl, and brought to her, the hot smoke instantly made his eyes sour.

After many years, I finally stuttered with a bowl of dumplings made by my mother. Finally, I no longer need to secretly envy the fifth emperor's brother every year.

He also has a mother, and his mother will make him all kinds of dumplings, and his image is no worse than what Concubine Jin did.

Take the chopsticks from Wu Yajing's hand and pick up one of the rabbit-like dumplings. He said leisurely: "In the past, I ate dumplings from Concubine Jin almost every year, but she would send them to the bowl of the fifth emperor's brother. All the ones I gave me were boiled, and it was no longer the same. Concubine Jin said that the taste of opening was better, but I knew that she was just reluctant to give me the good ones."

"The taste of opening the mouth is really better. If you don't believe it, try it." Wu Yajing said.

But Chu Xuanchi ignored it and picked up the unbreakable ones and sent them to his mouth. Soon he ate the whole bowl of dumplings.

Looking at the empty bowl, looking up at Wu Yajing standing beside him, suddenly, King Xuan felt aggrieved again: "Concubine Jin makes several bowls for the fifth emperor's brother every year, but I only have one bowl."

Wu Yajing was really defeated by him. It turned out that his son was still so stingy. "Then tell my mother, how much do you want to eat? How much do you want to eat will be made for you, but you have to come and help."

"Concubine Jin doesn't need the help of the fifth emperor."

"Just compare, your mother can't compare to others. With a son like you, who can withstand it?"

"Concubine Jin never complains like this. She only says that giving birth to the fifth emperor's brother is her greatest pride in her life."

Wu Yajing really wanted to pick up the spoon in his hand and knock it on his head, but when he turned around, he saw the smile in his eyes and the satisfied look, his heart became a little sad again.

Well, having this son is also her greatest pride in her life. However, she is not as willing to say this like Bu Jinghua. Isn’t it enough to understand it? Do you have to say it?

Helplessly, with a little sadness and a little pride of being a mother, she continued to make dough for him with all her heart. The big boy behind her who suddenly became like he hadn't grown yet complained again: "Mom, have you ever been proud of me after you gave birth to me?"

"Yes, often there are, more prouder than anyone else, can you?"

"Are you more proud than Concubine Jin?"

"Pride is not only more proud than Concubine Jin, but also more proud than His Majesty, and more heart-ru than A Shang, because my son is better than all of their children. You are the best in the world. Are you satisfied?"

He didn't know if he was satisfied, but he only knew that at this moment, his heart was so warm and sweet: "Then you do more, and you should send it to the Seventh Emperor Brother tomorrow morning. He has lost his mother since he was a child, and he is even more pitiful than me."

Wu Yajing paused slightly and soon became busy again. She nodded and said softly: "I understand, I'll make several bowls for him and make various shapes, okay?"

"Okay, I have to tell him that I am very proud of having a royal brother like him."

She looked back at him, and finally nodded and smiled: "I will let him know that he has always been your pride."

The night seemed very long, but it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the whole night passed like this.

It was about to dawn, and after dawn, the night went completely far away. I just didn’t know if such a night would still be able to have it in the future.

At dawn the next day, when everyone set off, they saw Wuming holding two large bags of things in his hand, Chu Xuanchi and Mu Chu couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

There are really no parents in this world who don’t love their children. It’s just that many people don’t like to talk about such love, but whether they say it or not, that love must be there.

When I went out, I saw Bu Jinghua leaning under the tree from afar and watching them.

Chu Xuanchi looked back at Mu Chu, and Mu Chu nodded and said, "We are waiting for you at the back door, don't be too late, don't disturb your Seventh Emperor brother, so as not to let him hide alone and cry secretly."

Chu Xuanchi didn't say anything, but he agreed with what he said in his heart. He jumped down from the horse's back and stepped on the breeze. In a blink of an eye, the man had arrived in front of Bu Jinghua.

Looking at this man who was unparalleled like his son, Bu Jinghua didn't know how to face it. Even at this moment, he still couldn't say a word to him.

Now his white hair is a disaster for him. Even though he knows that he doesn't blame him anymore, he can't let it go.

Although Chu Xuanchi still doesn't like laughing like in the past, his eyes at Bu Jinghua were soft at this moment: "I will bring the fifth emperor back, and I will definitely let him return to you safely. Don't worry, we will come back soon."

He looked at her again before he turned around and planned to leave.

Behind him, Bu Jinghua chased after him for two steps, his voice a little dull and a little hoarse: "Chi'er, don't you... hate me anymore?"

"I'm afraid I can't hate it for the rest of my life if I have the fifth emperor here." He looked back at her, and the white hair in the wind was gently raised, which was indescribable, but at this moment it was obviously much less cold and hard than before, and his voice was rarely as soft as the wind. Although his smile was so light that it was almost impossible to see clearly, he really smiled: "Believe me, I will definitely bring him back."

Bu Jinghua didn't say anything, but just looked at him, turned around, and watched him walk away until the figure disappeared in his sight, but his heart was inexplicably hurt.

How many plans have she planned for fame and profit, and how many people have she harmed in this life?

But in the end, the person who sincerely promised her that she would save her son from returning was the child who had been persecuted the most by her.

He had to smile tolerantly, how could she forget that smile in this life?

If life can be repeated, can she still be cruel to attack him?

But how could life be said to be back? The past is over, and the mistakes made have long been turned into bitter fruits and will never be erased.

But from now on, she will never let herself be lost in the desire for power and continue to make mistakes.

Chi'er, not only will you bring your fifth brother back, but you will also be safe and sound.

We are all waiting, everyone is waiting here, and we will definitely wait until everyone returns safely.

The wind blows, rolling up the trivial dead leaves behind the man, waiting, when will it stop?

It was the third day after leaving the imperial city. The horse had just walked out of the dense forest. Looking up, the Lingshan Mountain was already faintly visible.

After climbing over the previous hills and walking on two incense sticks, you will be able to reach the Lingshan Mountain system.

Duanling Valley and Duanling Cliff are both on the top of the Lingshan Mountain. Qiqi really didn't expect that this terrible place that almost took away the lives of all the people she cared about would come back so soon.

It has been three days since I left the information to Chu Xuanchi and the others. At this time, it probably was already to the end. She just didn't know if the Grand Prince really had a way to deal with the evil spirits.

"Let's go." Ye Che rode his horse next to her.

The two of them looked at Chu Jiangnan who was walking in front of him at the same time. He was clearly the Prince of Nan, but he was no longer him.

Qiqi sent a message to Meng Nantian, but Meng Nantian didn't know much about the evil spirits. Perhaps, if you want to know everything, you can only wait for him to arrive at Duanling Valley.

After walking forward for nearly two hours, it was almost dusk, and they finally waited to the top of Mount Mountain.

However, after coming, Chu Jiangnan did not rush to Duanling Valley, but turned his head and quickly approached Duanling Cliff.

Qiqi and Ye Che, behind him, looked at each other. Even though they didn't know what he was thinking, in this situation, they could only follow him and then talk.

Duanling Cliff, this place is actually the first time that Qiqi has come to enjoy its scenery seriously. Although Duanling Cliff and Duanling Valley are only dozens of steps away, she can reach it in a blink of an eye by using her light skills, but she hasn't seen it here carefully.

For some reason, the closer she got to Duanling Cliff, the more uncomfortable she felt.

There seemed to be a dull breath in her chest, and an indescribable bitterness was permeating every bloodline and nerves little by little. From the time she got off the horse and walked towards the cliff, the suffocation became even more obvious.

It was like there was an invisible hand that was pulling her heart hard, making her heart tighter and tighter, and finally she felt weak even in breathing.

"Qiqi, what's going on?" Ye Che quickly realized what was wrong with her. Not only did she look pale, but her steps were weak and weak even when she walked.

He went over and helped her, and asked softly, "Where is uncomfortable? Your face is very bad."

"Someone..." Qiqi took a deep breath, because he was a little difficult to breathe, and his chest kept undulating: "Senior Brother, I always feel that at the bottom of the cliff... someone seemed to be calling me..."

"Have you heard about the story of Duanling Valley and Duanling Cliff?" Chu Jiangnan, who had already walked to the edge of the cliff, suddenly said lightly. He looked at the hazy sea area in the distance, and the two islands that were completely invisible to see. His posture at this moment was indescribable.

A single mouthful of evil spirits can even give people a feeling of desolation! Is it an illusion?
Chapter completed!