Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu, both are rare experts in the world. Their movents are incredibly fast, weaving through the lavish crowd, quickly finding the little servant house where Little at Bun is!
Unlike the Central Plains, the song and dance in Northern Mongolian brothels carry a distinctly exotic charm. However, Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu have no heart to appreciate these, sensing the presence of Little at Bun and his companions. The two proceed to the backyard of the little servant house as if walking on flat ground, eting countless drunkards along the way, causing expressions of disgust to appear on their faces...
When the two arrived outside a room, they retracted their respective spirit bodies. Upon seeing their Little at Bun, the anger in Gu Changsheng’s heart surged upward uncontrollably!
Look at this luxuriously decorated room, full of drunken debauchery, then see the table full of exquisite food and fine wine. And look at the Little at Bun sitting in front, holding a small wine pot, with chubby cheeks flushed red from drunkenness and eyes dreamy, Gu Changsheng suddenly felt as if struck by lightning!
She was worried, made a point to co here to advise her Little at Bun. Her concern wasn’t in vain!
How long has it been?
Huh?
From the ti her spirit body arrived in the dayti until now, it’s only been a short half-day. Her son has changed from a prisoner to guest level treatnt?
Huh?
With everything ready—food, drink, accommodation—if this isn’t living in comfort, then what is?
"Huh? Am I drunk? Why do I see my mother and Uncle Wood?" On his chubby face, all flushed red with drunkenness, Little at Bun shook his little head, blinked his dreamy large eyes, and before the other three children could answer, he denied the reality he saw, "No, no, my mother and Uncle Wood should be following Aunt Nian, just entering Yann Pass, they’re so busy, how could they co here... hic... co here to catch drinking flower wine... hic..."
At the last word, Little at Bun couldn’t stop the hiccups coming continuously from his drinking!
Little at Bun is not sober, but Little Monk Bu Jie, Little Han Mo with the Black Face, and Wuchang Yue are quite sober. So, except for Little Monk Bu Jie who only raised his eyebrows and continued to chant scriptures, Little Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue almost imdiately stood up from their chairs...
Standing alongside Zhou Mu, Gu Changsheng’s bright little face was as black as ink ready to drip!
He’s drinking flower wine?
Drinking flower wine?
Oh well, not for nothing—isn’t he an impressive son raised by Gu Changsheng, already learned to drink flower wine before he’s even fully grown!
Can’t tolerate it anymore! Little at Bun doesn’t want to believe the reality seen by his eyes? Then as his mother, she’ll let her unworthy son experience the harshness of reality!
Therefore, Gu Changsheng acted imdiately!
With a flash of red clothing, she was beside Little at Bun, reaching out her white hand to precisely grab Little at Bun’s ear and lifted him right up!
"Not bad, Gu Yaoyao, been less than half a day, and you’re already sneaking in flower wine!" Holding up her son, Gu Changsheng spoke with so gritted teeth.
"Oh my, mother, it really is you, haunting everywhere!" His ear pulled, Little at Bun grimaced in pain, looking at his mother in horror, his tongue stumbling.
"Pa!"
Almost at the next mont after Little at Bun spoke, he was slapped on the head, instantly pushed towards the wine table!
"Bang!"
With a clear sound, Little at Bun’s head hit the wine table, only to be lifted again by Gu Changsheng by the ear!
"Haunting? Got so nerve, Gu Yaoyao, how dare you say your mother haunts? You must have eaten bear heart and leopard gall!" Gu Changsheng looked at Little at Bun, already drunk and unrestrained, truly furious, grabbing her son and glancing at Little Monk Bu Jie and the others, scolding quietly, "This nonsense, you didn’t stop him? Let him get drunk like this? What am I supposed to count on you for?"
"Calm down, my lord! Actually, it’s fruit wine, originally supposed to be non-intoxicating..."
Little Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue looked at each other, eventually Little Han Mo, with a thick face, spoke.
"Bold face lying, not intoxicating? Then explain why this happened?" Hearing this, Gu Changsheng imdiately pointed to her son’s drunken face and asked.
"He... he just drank too much..." Wuchang Yue’s delicate face was full of anxiety, looking at Witch Lord, stuttered.
Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng was speechless!
Damn it, need anyone to say it?
Anyone with eyes can see her Little at Bun drank too much!
"Drinking fruit wine, and ending up like this, how much did he drink?" Frowning, Gu Changsheng spoke with a dark face.
Little Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue exchanged another look, then pointed under the wine table, gesturing an eight, saying in unison, "Eight... eight pots!"
Eight pots!
Not eight cups!
Gu Changsheng glanced under the table, where several empty wine bottles lay scattered!
Suddenly, Gu Changsheng found herself speechless!
Eight bottles!
Did the fruit wine at this little servant house not cost money? Letting her son indulge like this?
Damn it, suddenly Gu Changsheng wasn’t worried about her little at bun, but whether this little servant house would go bankrupt if her son kept this up!
Co to think of it, it’s really quite possible!
"Mother, co drink, this wine tastes sweet... hic..." The little at bun, dangling from Gu Changsheng’s hand, mumbled drunkenly.
Hearing this, Gu Changsheng sighed, shook her head helplessly, and then turned to look at her family evildoer, "I’ll look after him here for the night..."
Before Gu Changsheng could finish, Zhou Mu nodded, "Alright, I’ll go prepare the things for the journey to Valley of Forgetfulness, you stay here and take care of him!"
"Okay!" Gu Changsheng nodded, she was already thinking the sa.
Ti was tight, they had originally co just to check on the little at bun and give him so advice, but who could have predicted he’d be drunk?
Looking at her drunken son, how could Gu Changsheng leave him in this dirty place like a little servant house?
Though Gu Changsheng wasn’t an exemplary mother, she was indeed the person who loved little at bun the most in the world!
Zhou Mu, naturally, was also worried about little at bun; the two shared a silent understanding with just a glance.
Watching Zhou Mu’s tall, purple silhouette disappear from the room, Gu Changsheng turned and thought of tossing her son onto the bed, but before she could act, footsteps sounded outside the door...
Gu Changsheng hesitated slightly upon seeing this, and had to flip onto the beam, becoming the gentleman on the beam!
Damn it, while it’s her proper duty to care for her son, this wasn’t her territory, after all, and she had co secretly, she couldn’t be too brazen, right?
Then, hiding on the beam, Gu Changsheng saw a burly man who clearly didn’t look like a good guy, the turtle servant, walk in from outside, and then...
Then, with astounding gentleness, he picked up the little at bun left by the wine table, put him to bed, carefully tucked him in, fetched water to wipe his hands and face...
Watching that rugged turtle servant perform these actions, while solemnly instructing Little Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue to take good care of little at bun, Gu Changsheng nearly fell headfirst off the beam!
Good heavens, that Fourth Auntie Grandma, who knew that the turtle servants at a little servant house would be so loving?
Observe those careful movents, listen to the caring tone...
This really is...
Her little at bun has truly made a flourishing existence at this little servant house!
Suddenly, Gu Changsheng found herself speechless!
Even though she had long known that her little at bun was the kind of child adored by all, spreading joy wherever he went, she hadn’t expected his charm to be unstoppable to this extent!
No one compares!
This really is unparalleled!
After the turtle servant left, Gu Changsheng jumped down from the beam, glanced at the guilty-looking Xiao Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue, couldn’t help but admonish, "You two are older than him, when he acts out, at least try to restrain him a bit; don’t worry about status, if he dares to leverage his status against you, I’ll deal with him later!"
"Yes, ma’am!"
"Yes, Witch Lord!"
Upon hearing her words, Xiao Han Mo with the Black Face and Wuchang Yue imdiately responded.
Seeing them so earnest, Gu Changsheng couldn’t help but shake her head, sitting on the left, she looked at her little at bun’s sleeping face, his flushed cheeks, and shook her head...
Before dawn, Zhou Mu returned, carrying two additional packages, the two exchanged a glance, Gu Changsheng rose from her son’s bedside, looked at the sleeping little at bun alongside Han Mo and Wuchang Yue, and walked out the door...
Passing the still ditating Little Monk Bu Jie, Gu Changsheng hesitated, furrowed her brows, thought for a mont, and spoke, "Take care of the three of them!"
Among these four little rascals, perhaps this most quiet Little Monk Bu Jie had the greatest ability!
Even Gu Changsheng couldn’t quite grasp the background of Little Monk Bu Jie!
Seeing the Little Monk Bu Jie remain silent, Gu Changsheng turned to continue on, but just then, a soft call ca from behind her, "Benefactor Changsheng..."
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