However, Nangong Lu was unable to be happy after hearing this news. He knew that the imperial city was Qingyu's sadness. She would definitely bring about all her sadness when she went there. The reason why she agreed to the child was that she wanted him to go down the mountain to see the outside world and then make him happier.

"Yi'er, do you want your mother to be happy?" Nangong Lu asked, knowing that this child is also very filial to Qingyu. Although he is still young, he is as sensible as Lin'er back then.

When Nangong Yi heard him say this, the excitement on his little face became restrained. He looked at him and replied, "Of course!" He also asked him, "What does Master mean?"

Nangong Lu said, "You must also know that your mother has always lived here because she doesn't like the troubles outside. Over the years, she has rarely even gone down the mountain, let alone letting her go to the imperial city now?"

Nangong Lu raised his hand and touched his head again, and continued, "Yi'er, you don't like the palace, so over the years, Lin'er has been living alone in the palace. Even if he misses her in his heart, he will not ask her to return to the palace to live with him. He is so sensible, you should be as filial to your mother as he does."

Nangong Yi nodded. He had heard from his brother about this, but he didn't know the details.

He said, "My mother didn't like the imperial city before, but after so many years, she missed her brother too. Now she is willing to go back. Isn't that great? If my brother knows, he will be very happy."

Nangong Lu explained, "You are still young now, and your mother loves you very much. For you, even if she doesn't like the imperial city, she promised to go back so that you can be happy."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yi frowned, suddenly feeling a little ignorant, and then ignored Qingyu's feelings.

"...I know how to do it." The little guy replied, pursing his red lips, and then said, "I'm going back. My mother is sick today. I want to go back and make porridge for her."

After hearing what the child said, Nangong Lu's heart suddenly tugged, and even the expression on his face changed. He asked, "Is your mother sick? How could she get sick?"

Nangong Yi replied, "My mother suffered from a cold and fell asleep after drinking the medicine. I want to make porridge for her to drink when she gets up."

Nangong Lu frowned and thought for a few seconds, and said, "I'll help you!"

Nangong Yi opened his eyes and seemed a little surprised by his proposal.

"Let's go!" Nangong Lu said again, wanting to make porridge for the child before Qingyu woke up.

Nangong Yi nodded. He happened to be not very good at making porridge, so it would be best to have him help. However, he felt that the man in front of him seemed to care about them, mother and son.

Nangong Yi and he returned to Xiaozhu. On the way, he asked, "Master, you know my mother too, do you?"

Nangong Lu nodded and said quietly, "My mother and I have known each other for more than 20 years."

If we trace back to their fate, he and Qingyu had already met more than 20 years ago. Although they were so young at the beginning, it is undeniable that they had a fate!

Nangong Yi asked again, "Then you must know who my father is?"

Nangong Lu nodded. The two of them had returned to Xiaozhu's kitchen. He replied simply, "Your father did something wrong and hurt your mother, so don't mention this person in front of her in the future, and don't ask. This will only make your mother feel uncomfortable, do you know?"

Nangong Yi responded, and did not talk about the topic of father again.

The father and son made porridge for Qingyu in the kitchen, and Nangong Lu also made fresh fish soup for Qingyu.

"I'll go back first. If your mother has something to do, remember to light this and I will come as soon as possible." Nangong Lu said, and handed a small bamboo tube in his belt to the child.

Nangong Yi murmured as he took it, "Is the signal flare?"

Nangong Lu nodded and told him again when he left, "Take good care of your mother. In fact, sometimes, even if she is uncomfortable, she will not say it. You should care more about her and listen to her words, do you know?"

Nangong Yi nodded. When he sent him away, he stood outside Xiaozhu and watched until his figure disappeared in the woods, he took back his gaze.

After returning to the room, the little guy came to Qingyu's room with steaming fish porridge.

"Mom, I've cooked the porridge." Nangong Yi said with a loud voice, his voice not very high.

Qingyu had already woken up, because she felt a little weak, and she continued to lie down this time. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she opened her eyes.

She smelled the umami smell of fish soup, and after sitting up, she saw that her son was really holding fresh fish porridge, she suddenly felt confused.

"Did you make it?" Qingyu asked. She knew that her son was not good at making porridge. She used to cook either batter or half-cooked. She never had it as white and fresh as it is now.

Nangong Yi nodded, not telling her that it was Nangong Lu who was able to bear it.

He sat down beside the couch with a bowl, and said, "Mom, I'll feed you!"

Qingyu smiled, with a warm face, and did not expose his lies, but instead asked, "Have you eaten?"

Nangong Yi replied, "Mom, I'll go and eat it."

Qingyu's eyes were moved, and his eyes became more and more gentle, and he praised him sincerely, "Yi'er is so good!"

Nangong Yi also curled the corners of his mouth. Every time he heard her praise, it was more important to him than anything else.

"Mom, let's not go to Qishan!" He said, remembering Nangong Lu's words just now.

Qingyu felt strange and asked, "Why?"

Nangong Yi replied, "My brother may come to see us in a few days. If we go down the mountain, wouldn't we missed it with him?"

Qingyu said, "Can we go to the imperial city to see Lin'er when we come back from Qishan?"

Nangong Yi shook. Although he didn't know why his mother didn't like the imperial city, he remembered that no matter what request he made to his mother in the future, he could not ask her to return to the imperial city, because his mother did not like that place.

Now, Nangong Lu reminded him again that in order not to make the woman in front of him sad, he decided not to go down the mountain!

"I want to stay here and wait for my brother to come." Nangong Yi said.

Qingyu just looked at him. Although he didn't say anything, he knew in his heart that the child suddenly changed his mind and must have been affected by someone, maybe it was her, or he who had been hiding in the dark...
Chapter completed!