Lu Minglan was startled: "Really?"
"Otherwise, do you think that I have been just playing tricks on you all these years?" This time it was Mu Yuante's turn to feel aggrieved. He leaned over to express his loyalty to Lu Minglan again, "Since you finally accepted me, didn't I quickly treat you all the way?" Have those girls been released from the palace? Why should I keep them while you are here? Lan'er, it would be a real injustice for you to be separated from me because of this girl."
Lu Minglan lowered his head and said: "At first, I thought you were going to harm Shan'er's life, so I naturally refused to obey you. Later, I found out that there was someone else behind the scenes, and you were... so good to me. Although in my heart I couldn't overcome that hurdle, but I still lost to you."
"Since I like you, I will naturally treat Shan'er and Nanzhi kindly," Mu Yuante kissed Lu Minglan's forehead and said, "Whenever Shan'er wants to come back, then he can come back. If he wants to Just be the Great Khan and wait for me to pass it on to him a hundred years later."
Lu Minglan shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly: "With a mother like me, how could he want to come back?"
"He will," Mu Yuante comforted, "Lan'er, he is your son and the prince of Beidi. This is his home. Shan'er will definitely come back."
"I believe you," Lu Minglan smiled lightly and said, "Don't you need to criticize me today?"
"No, I will stay with you these days," Mu Yuante said hurriedly, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's have a good time, just the two of us."
"There will be no full palace dinner for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year?" Lu Minglan was startled, paused, and then said, "Then... you won't go to Mrs. Zuo's side either?"
"No," Mu Yuante shook his head without thinking. "The princess and the prince will spend the festival with her. I just want to be with you."
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August 15th, the 28th year of Jiasheng
Mid-Autumn Festival.
Tibet.
Northwest Army Camp.
"Nanshan is becoming more and more discerning now. He went back early as soon as he finished his dinner, and I didn't even need to catch him." Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun from behind, clinging to Xie Lun like a big dog, and followed Xie Lun. He walked crookedly from the yard towards the house, "Hey hey hey, Allen, it's just the two of us now, hey hey hey."
"Thank you for having the nerve to say that! When you were eating just now, your eyes were glued to me. Nanshan is not blind, so naturally he is embarrassed to stay." Xie Lun scolded fiercely.
Zhao Jingting drank a little too much tonight. Now that he was so close to him, the smell of alcohol all over his body naturally rushed into Xie Lun's nose. Xie Lun has been a germophobe since he was a child. This smell was mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol. If it were on someone else, Xie Lun would be intolerable, but if it were on Zhao Jingting, Xie Lun felt that the smell of alcohol was very intoxicating.
Most of Zhao Jingting's weight fell on Xie Lun's body. Xie Lun was so tired that he gasped for breath and complained: "You should walk properly. You are so heavy, but you have the nerve to let me carry it."
"Hehehehe, I just like to stick to you," Zhao Jingting shamelessly refused to let go. He leaned forward and kissed Xie Lun's exposed fair neck, and said, "Alan, I really like you."
Xie Lun's heart felt warm, but his mouth was stiff: "Bah! I'm not serious!"
"I'm not serious about you! Hehe, Allen had a really good time drinking today," Zhao Jingting chuckled, "This is the first time I've drank the highland barley wine from Tubo. It's so damn strong... so strong!"