Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 850 Clay Figurines (1)
In the evening, the breeze is mixed with the scent of flowers.

Mingche and Mingxi clutched their stomachs at the same time, and leaned lazily against the wall to save their energy.

They came back to eat with their mother, but Mingche broke the teacup, and the two brothers were punished to stand. At this moment, they were already starving.

The maids and maids who came and went passed by, their eyes were evasive, and they pretended not to see the emperor and the two princes, which was disrespectful. If they knelt down and saluted, their embarrassment at this moment would be seen by their servants, and they would probably have to be recorded.

Mo Yan didn't know that when she was setting meals in the side hall, the whole bedroom was struggling with her.

"It's no wonder that your mother is angry. The tea set was found by my father, who traveled thousands of miles from Great Wu."

Busy with government affairs on weekdays, he neglected to teach the two buns. Today is a rare time to test them and see what Mo Qingfeng is capable of.

"Father, it is my son's fault to overturn the teacup."

Mingche first admitted his mistake, then raised his head, puffed his face, and blinked his big eyes, "But uncle said that money is something outside of the body, why is the queen mother so angry?"

"Yes, father."

Ming Xi wrung his fingers, the two brothers often chased and fought, and almost broke the mother's favorite porcelain vase last time, the mother was only worried about whether they fell down.

"That's different."

Wan Teng Yuling raised the corners of her mouth and explained patiently, "Porcelain vases are made by craftsmen. Although they are precious, they are just dead objects, and the broken teacups have special meaning. They are gifts from the emperor to your mother."

There is no distinction between high and low things, what matters is the heart, and she carefully preserves every item he sent.

"So, the son overturned the teacup, did the father get angry at the mother?"

Mingche rubbed his shriveled stomach, half understanding.

It is a good word to use anger, but it should be the two buns who were angered, and he is the chief culprit who made his wife angry.

With a creak, the door of the side hall was pushed open, and the father and son stood up quickly with their heads held high.

"Okay, come in and have dinner."

Mo Yan chuckled, in fact she was not angry at all, it was just that she was ridiculed by the imperial wives in the next afternoon, and she was a little bit embarrassed to come down.

The interior of the side hall has been refurbished. All the antiques on the Duobao Pavilion have been sealed and put into storage, and there are some gadgets bought from the folks on it.

There are six ordinary clay figurines on the top floor, two big and four small. The two youngest, Beibei, are still sleeping on the small wooden bed. It's a close family.

The meals on the table are not the finely crafted delicacies from mountains and seas prepared by the imperial dining room, but ordinary home-cooked dishes, which are full of color, fragrance and fragrance, and the aroma of the food is permeating in the side hall.

Mingche and Mingxi were attracted by the novel objects on the Duobao Pavilion, but they were too small, standing on tiptoes, they couldn't reach the top clay figurine, and looked at Mo Yan expectantly.

"Eat first, then play."

Mo Yan served water like a good wife and mother, and everyone sat down after washing their hands.

Mingche and Mingxi quickly saw that the dishes on the table were not the ones used in the past, and asked doubtfully, "Mother, has the imperial dining room changed the cook?"

"No."

After serving the meal, Mo Yan first picked up a few chopsticks for the father and son and their favorite dishes, and then said calmly, "It's all made by the queen mother."

It is said that she was born in Tian's family, had no father-son relationship, and fought for the throne. Mo Yan hated everything cold, and she didn't want the buns to be like Wan Tu Yuling's childhood.

Status aside, they are family and should make the palace feel more at home.

The days in Northwest Mingzhou, although living in ordinary people's homes, were the most leisurely and happiest time Mo Yan had ever lived.

As Zhu Erni, she works in the yamen as a clerk, chops firewood and makes a fire with Wanqi Yuling, and buys vegetables in the market in her spare time, but those days may never come back.

"Really delicious!"

Mingche and Mingxi praised without hesitation, their hands holding the chopsticks were clumsy, but they served the husband and wife seriously.

Wan Teng Yuling prefers vegetarian dishes, stir-fried lotus root, while Mo Yan doesn't like meat, and Ming Che picks twice-cooked pork.

Although the two buns are small, their observation skills are not weak, so they must have paid attention to them on weekdays.

The setting sun took away the last lingering rhyme, and there were circles of dim gray around the sky. After a while, it was almost dark.

After dinner, Mo Yan ordered Mo Bing to take care of the two little ones and go out for a walk with the father and son.

Maybe it's because she rarely cooks, the twin brothers are very face-saving, they ate a bowl full of rice, and Wan Qi Yuling put the rest of the food into the bowl calmly, probably they all ate too much.

For the time being, it has not been found out who the traitor is. Mo Yan only trusts Mo Bing and has sent additional staff to prevent the other party from launching a sudden offensive.

Time passed quietly, and the night drew to a close.

In the imperial garden, Wanqi Yuling and Mo Yan leaned against a corner of the Octagonal Pavilion, while Mingche and Mingxi ran happily on the path, laughing crisply from time to time.

Infected by the laughter, Mo Yan gradually became relaxed. She turned her head to stare at Wanqi Yuling, and asked, "How can we attract the traitor?"

The light became darker unknowingly, and the lanterns in the octagonal pavilion lit up, casting a halo on the stone table.

"It's simple."

Wan Teng Yuling poured two cups of tea, pushed Mo Yan a cup, and looked into the distance with a deep expression, without showing any emotion.

"and then?"

Mo Yan was anxiously waiting for the next sentence, when his royal uncle grabbed a hand unexpectedly.

"You said it, don't let it go."

Wan Cheng Yuling didn't speak, Mo Yan moved her body, and while pulling out her hand, she squeezed his hand hard.

She must know how to find the spy as soon as possible, because that person is an unknown by her side. She doesn't know when the dog will jump the wall, but she is fine. If she hurts a few buns, the consequences are unimaginable.

Mo Yan was about to continue questioning, but was led by a pair of bony hands around his waist.

In an instant, she was caught off guard and fell into Wan Qi Yuling's arms. Before she could react, the kiss had already fallen...

Mo Yan was taken aback, her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, her mind went blank, what's going on?
"Close your eyes, if you want to know who the traitor is, let me charge some interest first."

After Wan Tu Yuling finished speaking, she raised her hand and used her internal force to extinguish the lantern above her head.

A soft kiss fell on Mo Yan's face. In the darkness, her thin lips were slightly drawn, and her thick long eyelashes covered the gap in her black eyes, secretly observing Wanqi Yuling.

He held her cheeks in both hands, closed his eyes, serious and pious, as if she was a treasure in his hands, without any blasphemy.

(End of this chapter)