On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Chapter 282: When you grow up, you must protect your mother
At the same time, in Xianglin Courtyard.

Yu Feng was watching the two sisters play.

The buns and steamed dumplings seemed to be in low spirits. One person poked the ground with a small wooden stick, and the other looked at the sky with his chin in his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Yu Feng was at a loss what to do, he saw Nan Wanyan's bloody clothes from a distance, "Princess!"

"Mother is back?!" The dark eyes of Little Baozi and Little Steamed Dumpling suddenly lit up. Little Steamed Dumpling threw away the wooden stick in his hand, ran very fast on his little feet, and immediately caught Nan Wan's arms full of smoke.

"Mother! You are finally back!"

Little Baozi ran slower, panting and following behind. He raised his eyes and looked at Nan Wanyan with tears in his eyes, "Mother, are you okay? You have been working hard all night, you must be exhausted!"

But when she got closer, she realized that Nan Wanyan's bright red body was none other than blood.

The little bun who couldn't see red immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widened with fear, "Blood..."

Nan Wanyan was so angry just now that she forgot to change her clothes and had no place to change. The robe Mo Yunming gave her was still left on Gu Mohan's bed.

Her bright eyes darkened, full of worry and self-blame, and she knelt down and stroked the little bun's head.

"Don't cry, mother is not injured, this is other people's blood."

Little Baozi felt less scared when he heard it, but then he became worried again.

If it's not my mother's blood, could it be...that of the bad guy?

I also thought of the little steamed dumplings, wringing my little fingers, feeling a little uneasy.

Yu Feng quickly took out a clean robe from the house and put it on Nan Wanyan, then stood aside respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Princess. The two young masters didn't sleep very well all night because they missed you, and they didn't want to play anymore. It would be nice now that you are back, but I don't know, Your Majesty..."

Nan Wanyan gathered her robe and rubbed the little bun's head.

"He has passed the critical period, but he has not woken up yet, but there is no need to worry."

No matter how annoying Gu Mohan was, the news of his awakening could not be revealed for the time being. When the time came, he would naturally release the news.

When Little Baozi and Little Steamed Dumplings heard that Gu Mohan was fine, they felt a lot better and less worried.

The little bun looked at Nan Wanyan and rubbed his red eyes, "Mom, it's my fault. I'm too weak. I cry all the time. I'm not as brave as my sister."

But Little Steamed Dumpling walked over, stretched out his fat white arms and hugged Little Baozi hard.

"Little fool, what are you talking about! Little Baozi is the bravest sister in my heart! You have forgotten that we have to grow up well and protect my mother together!"

After that, she jumped to Nan Wanyan, tilted her head and grinned at her.

"Isn't that right? Mother?"

"Yes, you are all my mother's little guards." Nan Wanyan laughed, and her heart that had been hiding many things gradually softened.

As soon as she saw these two childish little faces, she felt extremely warm, as if she could forget all the worries in the world.

Nan Wanyan pulled the two sisters into the house. She washed briefly and changed into clean underwear. She had been tired for too long, and when she relaxed her eyelids, she couldn't help but start fighting.

But she still finished breakfast with the two little guys before going to bed to rest.Little steamed dumplings and little buns lay in her arms, neither daring to make a sound or move.

The two of them felt heartbroken when they saw Nan Wanyan falling asleep due to overexertion.

Little Baozi whispered in Little Steamed Dumpling's ear, "Sister, my mother looks so tired, she must be working very hard, but I can't do anything to help my mother..."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red and she bit her lower lip sadly.

Little Steamed Dumpling was so distressed that she almost shed tears. She held back her tears, wiped her face and whispered.

"Don't cry! We can't cause trouble to my mother. We must work harder in the future and let her know that she can rely on us to rest when she is tired!"

After that, she suddenly remembered the bloody robe Nan Wanyan wore before, and muttered to herself, "I don't know how much blood the big bad guy shed..."

Yu Feng said that Gu Mohan was injured while protecting Nan Wanyan, so he must be in pain, right?
Little Baozi's face gradually became worried. She gritted her teeth and looked at the steamed dumplings, feeling a little hesitant and feeling guilty about what she said.

"Sister, I, I still want to see that big bad guy..."

Little Steamed Dumpling was stunned. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to say that she still cared about Gu Mohan in her heart.

"Then, let's go see him. It's because he saved my mother. We are grateful to him. We don't have any other intention!"

There was a hint of joy in Xiao Baozi's eyes, and he nodded obediently, "Yes!"

The two of them crept out of bed, not forgetting to help Nan Wanyan tuck the quilt in with serious expressions.

The little steamed dumpling gently kissed her cheek, "Mother, we will be back soon and we will not run around."

The two sisters walked out quietly, and after begging Yu Feng for a long time, Yu Feng bit the bullet and secretly took them to Xifengyuan.

He himself was also very worried about Gu Mohan's situation, and since the two young masters were so good to Gu Mohan, there shouldn't be any problem if they just took a look.

Xifengyuan.

The look in Nan Wanyan's eyes before leaving seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he could never forget it.

Gu Mohan wanted to have some peace and quiet, so he kicked Shen Yu out.

He was upset, and the next second, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Gu Mohan frowned and closed his eyes alertly, but he heard two more smooth and steady breathing sounds beside his ears.

"Sister, do you think he can wake up?" Little Baozi looked at Gu Mohan lying on the bed and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but my mother said that people have their own destiny. It depends on whether he has this destiny."

The little steamed dumpling blinked its grape-like eyes, and a hint of ridicule appeared on its plump little face.

"He's the God of War, huh, he's still awake at this time." She added angrily, but a little anxiously.

The little bun bit his lower lip and was about to speak, but was suddenly startled...

(End of this chapter)