No matter what, Si Mobai is a good person after all, and Lan'er did not misjudge the person.
As for whether Lan'er will be buried or not, it doesn't matter.
Now her heart is a little more relaxed.
At least her grandson is still alive, her son-in-law is fine and normal, and it is not a big tragedy.
"Tomorrow I will take Ah Bao back to Wuya Sanctuary."
Si Mobai fed little Ah Bao for a while and saw that he vomited out the milk he had eaten.
Guessing that he was full, he stopped feeding him.
Feng Shu was stunned for a moment and wanted to keep him, but the child was his, so she had no position.
Moreover, Si Mobai was so attached to Lan'er that he was not a person who would marry a second wife, and would focus on Abao.
On the body.
Thinking this way, she felt relieved and just told her, "After you finish feeding, you should pick her up and pat her back to prevent hiccups, and find an experienced and patient nanny to take good care of her.
Children are fragile. " Si Mobai hummed lightly, and then under Feng Shu's guidance, he needed to learn a lot about how to take care of the little A Bao.
He carried A Bao back to the main courtyard.
Looking at the familiar scenes, his heart couldn't stop aching because he seemed to have seen her.
The lady often used scissors to trim white orchids; on the swing, he had held her there to bask in the sun, and now he seemed to see her sitting on it, sleeping lightly.
After entering the room, looking at the table, I seemed to see the lady sitting there, writing prescriptions for elixirs with a pen.
Looking at the large bed, he vaguely saw her wearing a thin undershirt.
She raised her eyes and looked at him with a slight smile, and then called lightly, "Husband."
"Madam."
Si Mobai couldn't help but tightened his grip on little Abao, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
He really missed his wife, wanted to see her again, wanted to hear her talk again, wanted to hug her again, and wanted to keep her by his side forever.
Si Mobai held little Abao in one hand, and gently brushed the place where she once was with the other hand.
It seemed that he could see her smile, as if she was still alive in front of him.
But as soon as he raised his eyes, he wanted to reach out and touch her, and her phantom disappeared before his eyes, just as she gradually became silent in his arms, even though he was holding her, she seemed so far away.
That night, Si Mobai stayed here, but he stayed up all night.
His eyes, mind, and heart were filled with the shadow of Feng Tianlan.
Only when little A Bao cries and breaks his fantasy, will he return to reality, feed A Bao, change A Bao's diapers, and have the affection of a father in him, making him look like a normal living person.
Rather than a soulless living dead.
Feng Shu and others knew that Si Mobai would be leaving with little Abao the next day, so they all came over in the morning.
No one tried to persuade him, because everyone knew that those who let Si Mobai survive now would not be able to live normally.
Just little Po.
No one comforted him, because he couldn't comfort himself, and they were all deeply sad because of Feng Tianlan's death.
"My lord, my servant, please go back with you, so that you can take care of the young prince."
Liuli asked Ying.
Si Mobai understood what they meant, and just shook his head lightly, "No need, I can take good care of Abao."
He didn't want too many people to disturb the time he and his wife were alone together.
What's more, he would never keep anyone of the opposite sex by his side, not even the very reliable Liuli.
Seeing him like this, Liuli didn't say much, "That slave has traveled to the Supreme Continent.
If you walk around and ask questions, you may be able to research the antidote
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