bullyxtreme Chapter 302 - Yuze
Chapter 302 - Yuze
"I agree. The baby is given to you. You must make sure he is well fed and well clothed, and grows up healthily." As she finished speaking, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks. The hot tears fell on the corners of the child's mouth. He slowly stopped crying, and then stretched out his little tongue to lick the tears at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Lu He cried even more sadly, and big tears kept falling on the child's little face.
When handing the child to Song Yunli, Lu He kissed him on the cheek again reluctantly, then turned around and ran away, with a desperate scream in her throat.
Song Yunli no longer cared where Lu He was going. All her thoughts were drawn to the child in her arms. He was so small that he seemed like he would break if touched.
"Amu, let's find an inn as soon as possible to rest, and then get him some milk to drink."
"Okay." He pulled the fox fur cloak over her and the child.
"Amu, what do you think we should name this kid? Let's give him a nickname first, and let our eldest brother come up with a real name in the future." Song Yunli said thoughtfully.
"How is Yuze?"
"Yuze, Song Yuze, that's it! He can grow up with our Ziyan in the future, what do you think?"
Feng Muyan was stunned. She actually still remembered this incident.
I remember that when he was young, his mother often teased him, saying that he would have very cute children when he got married in the future, no matter whether it was a boy or a girl, and the best name would be Zi Yan, who was honest, trustworthy and treated people sincerely. After hearing this, he often blushed.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown again. He had clearly seen his mother's body being cremated, so how could there be a letter? Putting aside the handwriting, there were only three people in the world who knew the name Zi Yan. What was going on?
"Your Highness, there is a large restaurant ahead. Would you like to stop for a rest?" the driver's respectful voice sounded.
"Well, stop the carriage."
When the carriage slowly stopped in front of the restaurant, the waiter had already run out to help the driver tie the horses, and then enthusiastically led the few people into the restaurant.
"Amu, do you think this restaurant is a little weird?" Song Yunli asked Feng Muyan while holding the child in her arms, and looked around vigilantly. Why is it such a big restaurant, but there are only one or two tables of guests in the hall in broad daylight?
"What are you talking about, ma'am? The war is about to end recently, and most of the common people are minding their own business. Naturally, fewer people are coming out to eat. Things will get better after a while." The waiter hurriedly explained, then diligently wiped the table and benches.
It would have been better if the waiter didn't say anything. After he said this, Song Yunli became more certain of her suspicion. Her voice was so soft, but the waiter could hear it clearly. He must be a martial artist without a doubt. He quickly turned his head and gave Feng Muyan a wink.
"Waiter, there's no need to rush. My husband and I suddenly remembered something and have to hurry!" After saying that, he put his arm around Song Yunli's shoulder and turned to leave.
"Sir, how can you come into our store without spending money? This is unacceptable!" The waiter immediately frowned, rushed in front of the two men, stretched out his arms to block their way, with a fierce light in his eyes, no longer the warm and hospitable look just now.
Feng Muyan let go of Song Yunli and attacked the man with one hand, accurately grabbing his neck. He wanted to threaten him to move away, but the door of the restaurant was suddenly slammed shut, and a dozen men in black clothes appeared around them.
Song Yunli turned around and looked at the guests at the table inside, only to see that they also took out long knives from under the table with cold eyes, then slowly stood up and approached them.
"You two, I advise you to hand over all the silver, otherwise it will be bad if the child is hurt." The waiter waved his hand, and the men in black around them retreated a little with knives in their hands.
"That depends on whether you have the ability!"