Yang Huazhong and the others left wisely, taking Yan Huaian and Na Risong with them.

Wang Cuilian was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, and Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen to help her.

In the main room, Blacksmith Luo and Tuoba Xian were sitting at the table making homely preparations, while Luo Fengtang was taking a bath in the room.

Tuoba Xian once again looked at the house she was in, feeling both distressed and relieved.

This is where my son grew up...

Blacksmith Luo smoked a dry cigarette and also looked at the room.

"This house was renovated a year ago. Before, it was lower and the roof had many holes."

"Whenever it's windy or rainy, it rains heavily outside and small at home..."

After hearing Blacksmith Luo's words, Tuoba Xian withdrew her gaze and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.

Blacksmith Luo blew out a smoke ring and continued: "I never told him about his life story. This kid always thought he was a descendant of the old Luo family."

"He has been different from other children since he was a child. He keeps everything in his heart and doesn't cry when he is wronged outside."

"During the holidays, the children in the village have new clothes and shoes, but he doesn't. He never complains to me."

"But I know that he is very envious in his heart."

"Madam, you are a noble person, but this child has been living with me, a poor man, for more than ten years."

"Everything he is today is all due to his own hard work."

"I am happy from the bottom of my heart that you mother and son are finally reunited."

"From now on, you will love him more..."

After saying all this, Blacksmith Luo stuffed the tobacco stick back into his mouth.

Tuoba Xian raised her hand and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Brother Luo, thank you for pulling him up so much, and thank you for giving him a roof over his head."

"Compared to my incompetent mother, you, my uncle, are so kind to him!"

Tuoba Xian said softly.

"Since we met, you haven't blamed me for a word, but I feel even worse."

Tuoba Xian continued.

At this time, she and Blacksmith Luo were no longer talking to the eldest princess of Daliao and a farmer from Daqi.

They are two relatives and family members who are closely reunited because of Luo Fengtang.

"Back then, I was being chased and my fetus was moved, so I gave birth to him in the middle of the road."

"If I don't send him away, he will be killed by my enemies."

"I really had no choice, so I entrusted it to your second brother..."

Blacksmith Luo waved his hand: "Tang Yazi has told me all these things, and we all understand your difficulties."

"lady……"

"Brother Luo, just follow your custom and call me eldest sister!" Tuoba Xian said.

Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment, then nodded.

"Big sister, don't blame yourself. We won't mention the past. We will be fine in the future!"

"If you have time, come and see Tang Yazi. If he has time, I will urge him to go to the north to visit you." Blacksmith Luo said.

Tuoba Xian nodded gratefully.

"Brother Luo, I came here with an idea..."

"What? You said..."

Just as the two of them were adding up, the door to the west room opened.

Luo Fengtang left the house feeling refreshed.

"Uncle, Mrs. Xian..."

"Silly boy, there are no outsiders here, why do you still call me madam? You have to call me mother!" Blacksmith Luo corrected with a stern face.

Luo Fengtang smiled sheepishly and raised his hand to scratch his head.

Tuoba Xian stood up and said, "This hair is still wet. It needs to be wiped dry, otherwise you will easily get cold and get sick."

Then, she went straight into Luo Fengtang's west room.

"Fengtang, come in." Tuoba Xian's voice came from the room.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Blacksmith Luo, who waved his hand at him: "Go ahead!"

Luo Fengtang then turned around and returned to the west room.

In the west room, Tuoba Xian had found a clean handkerchief and was calling Luo Fengtang over.

Then, Luo Fengtang sat on the stool and Tuoba Xian stood behind him.

The woman took the handkerchief and carefully wiped Luo Fengtang's hair.

The room was very quiet, and neither mother nor son spoke for a long time.

They didn't dare to speak for fear of breaking the beauty.

I'm afraid it's a dream and I'll wake up if I touch it.

After a long time, Luo Fengtang finally broke the silence.

"Mom, you have been bumpy and tired on your way south," he said.

Tuoba Xian smiled softly: "Silly boy, I will be able to drink your wedding wine and watch you get married in my lifetime. Even those bumps and bruises will be a joy!"

Luo Fengtang's face was filled with emotion.

"Mom, you are so good to me!"

He said solemnly.

My mother is not an ordinary woman, she is the eldest princess of Daliao and the regent.

"Mom, you are so busy with everything, what are you going to do when you come here?"

Luo Fengtang asked again.

My uncle's cousin is the emperor, but he is less than three years old and doesn't understand anything.

Hearing Luo Fengtang's question, Tuoba Xian smiled.

"Before coming here, I have entrusted the government affairs to a prince from our Tuoba clan. He is my cousin. In terms of seniority, you have to call him uncle," she said.

Luo Fengtang frowned, instinctively alert.

"Is that imperial uncle reliable? He won't take advantage of my mother's departure to go to Beijing to stir up trouble, right?"

Tuoba Xian was startled for a moment.

On the one hand, I was pleased with Luo Fengtang's vigilance.

On the other hand, it's a bit dumbfounding.

"No." She said.

"Your imperial uncle is my mother's confidant."

"When your biological uncle passed away, leaving behind a young son who was less than one year old, without the help of that imperial uncle, it would have been difficult for your cousin and I, orphans and widowers, to secure the throne."

"Your imperial uncle is a man who has nothing to do with the world."

"This time he learned that I wanted to visit the south, and he agreed."

"I said it's rare for me to come out and have a good experience. So, Mom, I'm here this time. I want to spend more time with you. Do you agree?"

Tuoba Xian asked softly.

Luo Fengtang curled up the corners of his lips: "Of course, I also want to spend more time with my mother!"

…

Yang Ruoqing helped Wang Cuilian clear away the dishes and returned to the main room.

I saw Blacksmith Luo sitting alone at the table in the main room, smoking a cigarette.

"Uncle, where is Tang Yazi?" she asked.

Blacksmith Luo smiled at her and pointed to the West Room: "I'm wiping my hair in the West Room with his mother."

Yang Ruoqing said "oh".

"Uncle, I'll go back first. When Huitang Yazi asks about it, you can tell him for me."

she said.

"When Madam Xian goes back, let Tang Yazi see her off."

Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Okay, I understand, go ahead."

After Yang Ruoqing finished explaining, she quietly turned around and left the old Luo's house.

Although I haven't been with him for a long time, and there were so many people tonight, I never had the chance to talk to him in private.

However, compared to Tuoba Xian, Yang Ruoqing felt that Tuoba Xian needed Tang Yazi more.
Chapter completed!