"Lan'er!" Mu Yuante became even more shameless, stretching his neck and opening his mouth, acting coquettishly with a thick old face, "Lan'er, feed me a bite too."
Although Lu Minglan looked disgusted, he still took a spoonful and put it into Mu Yuante's mouth. Mu Yuante immediately smiled and said, "Lan'er feeds it, it's so delicious."
Seeing his appearance, Lu Minglan couldn't help but laugh. She touched the tip of his sweaty nose with her finger and said with some distress, "Is it so hot? Do you want to take a shower first?"
"Don't worry. Let's take a shower together when you finish eating. After all, you will sweat after drinking this hot soup," Mu Yuante chuckled and urged Lu Minglan, "Lan'er, eat quickly. There’s more in the kitchenette.”
Lu Minglan looked at him: "Why don't you eat?"
Mu Yuante shook his head hurriedly and said: "Lan'er, I really can't taste the soup you Dali people make. So many rare things are stewed in the pot for so long. It makes me feel bad just looking at it. It’s better to cook and eat separately.”
"You, you are such a rude person..." Lu Minglan reluctantly held her lips and ignored him. She lowered her head and slowly ate the bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. After eating, she put down the bowl and Mu Yuante hurriedly handed it over. Coming over with a handkerchief, Lu Minglan wiped her mouth and said to Mu Yuande, "How long will Song Tong take leave this time?"
"It's only been a month," Mu Yuante couldn't help but frowned when he mentioned Song Tong, "It's just that the rough servant in his house died of illness, but he was the one who called him a stepmother, so he insisted on giving this so-called stepmother in person. My mother is mourning, so I don’t want to be too disrespectful to him, but I see that now his mind is really not on the court. If he is allowed to continue to be so undisciplined, I’m afraid it won’t be a good thing. In a few days, I Call him into the palace again."
Lu Minglan took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry too much. I heard that the servant who died of illness was Ji Xiang's biological mother. Ji Xiang was an old man who had served my daughter for twenty years. This is not an ordinary person. As a servant, and now Song Tong’s adopted sister, it is reasonable for Song Tong to attend the funeral of her mother.”
"But..." Mu Yuante shook his head with a look of displeasure, "It's not a problem if this continues. We can no longer let Song Tong's temper be used. We will still have some use for him in the future."
Lu Minglan naturally knew what Mu Yuante meant. Before the little prince was born, Mu Yuante discussed with Lu Minglan how to assist the little prince in his rise to power. Their efforts were indispensable in this process, and naturally they had to Only suitable courtiers can assist him. The young prince has the blood of the Dali royal family. Naturally, the Beidi courtiers will not wholeheartedly lean towards him. What's more, Mu Yuante is still an adult with two princes. Therefore, in the macro view of the dynasty, only Song Tong To be qualified for the position of Emperor Master, he taught and assisted Mu Nanshan with all his heart, just like before.
"Song Tong is not a confused person. He has worked hard in Beidi for more than 20 years. Naturally, he will not let go easily. Don't worry," Lu Minglan reached out and patted Mu Yuante's hand and said, "It's just Mrs. Song." He died young and lost one body to three lives, which will inevitably make Song Tong discouraged. Give him some time. If it doesn't work, I will talk to him in person later. I am afraid that the face of Princess Dali and Heshuo will be lost. It’s bigger than your face.”
"Yes, then there is Lao Lan'er," Mu Yuante said with a smile, reaching out to grab Lu Minglan's hand and kissing it. Since the little prince was born, he has not been close to Lu Minglan for a long time. As soon as he kissed Lu Minglan's hand, his whole body started to burn with rage. He felt extremely itchy. While looking out the window, he lowered his voice and asked Lu Minglan, "How long can Han'er sleep now?"