{}?After Aruna left with the second prince, the tears in her eyes finally broke out.

Guo Luoluo first wiped his tears with his handkerchief.

Finally, he simply covered his handkerchief with his face and cried quietly with his face.

Apart from the sob, she did not cry out.

The slaves were just watching, and no one dared to go forward to persuade them.

Soon, a gentle male voice rang out in the hall: "On a great day, the concubine actually cried so hard that she couldn't help herself, so why did she do it?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Guo Luoluo paused slightly.

The handkerchief with his eyes and face wiped his tears secretly.

She didn't take away the handkerchief, and just choked and said, "You don't have to worry about it."

Then, she calmed down for a moment before taking away the handkerchief, turning around and drinking tea casually, not going to see him.

The eighth Master sat down next to her, and said lightly across the table: "I heard you threw away all the jewelry you gave me."

"If you don't like it, then you'll throw it away." Guo Luoluo turned his face and his eyes fell on a chair in the room.

"Why, is the jewelry you chose not good-looking?"

Guo Luoluo glanced at the man with his eyes and said angrily: "I'm wrong. Jewelry is beautiful, but whenever I think of the person who gives jewelry, no matter how beautiful the jewelry is, it will not look good."

Upon hearing this, the Eighth Master was not only not upset.

Instead, he chuckled and told the slave: "Let the chef in Heyilou serve the dishes."

“Wait.”

After a while, the hall, which was originally deserted and desolate, was very lively.

The slaves brought various dishes to the eight-immortal table in the hall.

Suddenly, the smell of the vegetables in the room made people drool.

The Eighth Master had long been sitting at the Eight Immortals table, and a servant thought about it for him, served rice and picked up food.

But Guo Luoluo was still sitting at the small table, indifferent.

Seeing this, Eighth Master said casually: "Didn't you like to eat the coral mandarin fish in Heyilou the most? This time, I specially invited the chef from Heyilou to cook a table of dishes for you. Don't you come and try it?"

"I'm going to be full of breath. I have nothing to taste. Let's starve to death." The Eighth Concubine didn't even look at the table of dishes.

Now, the Eighth Master looked dark and said seriously: "Now the first month has not passed, and it is your birthday again, so why do you say such bad things?"

"Unlucky?" Guo Luoluo turned his head and looked at the man, "Then Aruna took the second prince to show off in front of me. Is there anything more unlucky than this?"

The Eighth Master didn't make this match, just looked at Guo Luoluo and asked lightly: "You are sure you don't want to eat and you want to continue making trouble, right?"

Even though his voice was gentle and peaceful, Guo Luoluo still heard a faint sense of threat.

It seemed that this man would get angry at any time and make a fuss.

Guo Luo's eyes turned slightly and he thought about it for a moment.

But soon, she said mercilessly: "Why, what method do you want to use to threaten me and force me?"

"What do you think?" the man said casually.

"Don't forget, my uncle has now been planning a military officer's job under the Fourth Master. No matter what you say, it is better than you now. If you still want to threaten me with your uncle like before, I will not be afraid."

Eighth Master: "..."

"In addition, now the eldest prince is grown up. The second prince said he was big or small, and he was raised in Aruna's yard. I think there should be nothing worse than this." As she said that, she smiled at the man, "So, don't always talk about the child."

The Eighth Master sat at the Eight Immortals table, looking at the woman not far away.

He said lightly: "It turns out that in the eyes of Fujin, I am such a person."

"Otherwise, I think you are." How did he trampling on her dignity and bottom line over the years?

Isn't he aware of it?

As soon as the voice came to an end, the hall was incredibly quiet.

The slaves just buried their heads low and pretended not to hear anything.

After a long time, the Eighth Master said, "This time, I may be disappointing the concubine."

After saying that, he slapped in the air three times.

The servants around him went outside.

Soon, a child about ten years old came in at the door.

He was wearing a light gray brocade robe and looked a little similar to the Baye.

In every move, he was like the Baye, and he was gentle.

And this little boy is the other son of Guo Luoluo and the Eighth Master, Hongwang.

"My son would like to pay tribute to my mother, and my mother will be blessed with great fortune." Hongwang saluted Guo Luoluo.

Seeing this scene, Guo Luoluo was stunned for a moment, got up at any time, and personally helped the little boy up, "Get up quickly, brother."

As she said that, she touched the eldest prince's head kindly and asked, "I'm not having a rest today. Why are you not studying in a private school? You've actually come to your mother?"

The Qing Dynasty was very strict in educating the imperial heirs, practicing in the winter for three nine and in the summer for three days.

There is no major situation, you cannot miss classes.

Nowadays, although the Eighth Master and Long Live Master have cut off the relationship between father and son.

The eldest prince was also transferred from the palace to a private school in the capital to study.

But the Eighth Master is still very strict in discipline of this eldest son.

Except for rest, he is never allowed to miss classes.

At this moment, even if she wanted to stay with her child for a while.

But the first thing that comes to mind is to hope that the child will not violate the rules.

"My son had gone to the private school early, but the slaves around Ama took his son back, saying that it was his mother's birthday, so he specially asked her to have a meal with her mother."

"Take it seriously?" Why did Guo Luoluo feel... all this is different from what she thought?

She had originally seen the Ba Master's deserted appearance and thought he was going to use some other tricks.

But he suddenly brought the child to celebrate his birthday, which was completely beyond her clothes.

It's a surprise!

"If my mother doesn't believe it, she will ask Ama in person." Hongwang said.

Upon hearing this, Guo Luoluo glanced at Master Eighth, and she was too lazy to ask.

Seeing that the two parents were a little embarrassed, Hongwang tactfully said, "Mom, my son has just returned from a private school and has not had time to eat, so he is a little hungry."

"Hungry? Then let's have a meal at my mother. Just then, you, Ama, asked the chef from Heyilou to cook a table of dishes." Guo Luoluo took Hongwang to sit down at the Eight Immortals table.

He greeted the slave again, "Hurry up, prepare another bowl and chopstick for the eldest prince."

So, with Hongwang joining, the family of three surrounded the table and had a happy meal.

Even though Guo Luoluo had some unpleasant thoughts about Eighth Master.

But it is rare for the child to celebrate her birthday with her, and she is not easy to show her face.

During this period, the father and son did not have much conversation.

But there were many glances in the eyes.

Every time after seeing each other, Hongwang would say something nice to Mr. Ba.
Chapter completed!