Chapter 2841 The taste of mother

Outside the door, a group of girls were being driven past in their bare feet.

Little Bluewing stood on the steps in a beautiful blue dress, looking at the little girls and frowning slightly.

One girl turned around and looked at Little Bluewing with envy.

Little Bluewing suddenly pointed at one of the female dolls and said, "I want her!"

The guard who was driving away was stunned. Just as he was about to step forward to scold Little Lanfu, he saw Hua Ci'er walking out of the room.

The guard quickly knelt down.

"Auntie, I want that little girl!" Little Lanfu said, pointing to the last little girl. The little girl looked six or seven years old. Although her eyes were timid, she was very determined.

Hua Ci'er was in a bad mood, but she still waved her hand and asked the guard to let the little girl go.

Little Bluewing stepped forward and took the little girl's hand, jumping to the front.

Looking at the figure of little Lanfu, Hua Ci'er held back tears,

Maybe this is her fate.

In the room, Little Bluewing asked someone to change the little girl into a new pink dress.

The little girl looked at Little Bluewing warily.

"Don't worry, I'm not from Dongdu!" Little Lanfu said, "I saved you because you smell like my mother!"

The little girl, that is, the little girl was stunned for a moment, smelling like a mother.

Little Bluewing came forward and took a sniff: "My nose is very sensitive, I can't be wrong!"

The little girl still doesn't understand.

Little Lanfu didn't want to explain anymore, she just took hold of little girl's arm and said: "From now on, you will follow me until your relatives come to find you!"

The little girl nodded.

Little Lanfu turned her eyes and looked outside. Hua Ci'er had been stroking her head in silence since she came back.

Little Lanfu curled her lips slightly, stepped forward with her short legs, and tugged at Hua Ci'er's skirt.

Hua Ci'er lowered her eyes and looked at Little Lanfu: "What's wrong?"

Little Bluewing stretched out her little hand, and there was a piece of pastry inside.

Hua Ci'er was startled, then smiled helplessly: "You can eat, mother is not hungry!"

Little Lanfu smiled and called to the little girl to eat cakes aside.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Emperor is here!" Suddenly, the maid from outside rushed in with joy on her face.

Hua Ci'er was startled and a little surprised. Could this man have figured it out? How is it possible? How can something that has not been figured out for ten years be changed so easily?

Hua Ci'er raised her eyes and saw Dong Wuli rushing in quickly.

Hua Ci'er immediately stood up and lowered her eyes and eyebrows.

Dong Wuli looked at Hua Ci'er, stretched out his hand and asked in a deep voice, "What is this? Where did you come from?"

Hua Ci'er was startled and took a look. Isn't this the pastry that Little Lanfu wanted her to taste just now? She made it for Little Bluewing herself, but Little Bluewing told her how to make it!

"This is a pastry made by my concubine!" Hua Ci'er said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to eat it?"

"Did you really do it yourself?" Dong Wuli didn't seem to believe it.

Hua Ci'er came into the room and brought out a plate and placed it in front of Dong Wuli.

Dong Wuli looked at it with a touch of sadness in his eyes. He took a piece and put it in his mouth. The taste was really the same.

Hua Ci'er had never seen such an expression on a man before. She waited quietly without speaking.

Dong Wuli will always remember the taste of this cake. This familiar taste will always remind him of those gentle eyes, although every time he remembers it, his heart is penetrated by the blade of guilt, bleeding and painful. It has to penetrate to the bone and marrow.

"How do you know how to make this pastry?" Dong Wuli whispered, his voice much gentler.

Hua Ci'er glanced at Little Lanfu, clasped her fingers, and whispered: "I know a lot of things, it's just that the emperor didn't pay attention to it before!"