Chapter 1291

Leng Yulin comes to Zhao Wanxi's side. Her eyes are as bright as black grapes.

"Lin'er hasn't seen you for a few days. He's been filial a lot."

Zhao Wanxi's eyes were soft, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly, a voice came from outside the hall. She was too familiar with the voice. Her soft eyes just now cooled down.

"Xi'er."

Leng junao strides in from the outside and has all kinds of official clothes. I'm ready to go to the early court.

Zhao Wanxi took the chopsticks, ignored him, and said, "my palace is full."

After thinking about it, she squatted down and said to Leng Yulin, "lin'er, you have a good meal. My mother is a little full."

"You need to take a rest."

She went straight down from the table and, with Joan's help, to one side.

Although Leng Yulin is small, his mind is penetrating. He looked at Leng junao and Zhao Wanxi, and noticed the unusual atmosphere between them. He knew that something must have happened.

Father and mother quarreled, he must help them reconcile.

Leng Yulin thought, ran to Zhao Wanxi's side, pulled her sleeve, coquetry said: "mother, you eat more."

"Just now lin'er saw it. You didn't eat anything at all."

Zhao Wanxi is hard to refuse children's persuasion.

She hesitated. At this time, Leng Yulin said again: "mother, it's to eat with lin'er."

This sentence completely moved her.

Zhao Wanxi thought that even for a meal, she didn't have to be so stingy.

She nodded, Leng Yulin happily pulled her in the past, in the past, also aimed at Leng Jun Ao blinked, hint full of meaning.

I'm glad to have such a son!

With this idea, Leng Jun Ao scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to Zhao Wanxi, "Xi'er, have some porridge."

"I've just had a drink."

"Have a bun then."

"I've just had enough. I can't eat it."

……

No matter what Leng junao said, Zhao Wanxi could calm her face and refuse.

Refusing again and again, he knew that this time he was afraid that she was really angry.

He stopped talking, put things down and ate his own.

Leng Yulin, who is looking forward to his father's good performance

He blinked and looked at the people on both sides. They didn't have much expression, so he reached out and handed a steamed bun to Zhao Wanxi. "Mother, then you can have a steamed bun."

"Lin'er has grown up and is very good."

Zhao Wanxi praised him and touched his head.

She reached out and took the steamed bread he had handed over. It's not too obvious.

Leng Jun Ao looks in the eye, some are not the taste.

He was so jealous of his son.

After a hard breakfast, despite Leng Yulin's efforts, Zhao Wanxi didn't give Leng junao a good look.

"Xi'er, I'll pinch your shoulders."

Leng junao turns to Zhao Wanxi's back, puts his hands on her shoulders, and starts to move.

But in the next second, a simple hand strength light, action is no doubt, will his hand to whisk away, "no, the emperor every day, or go to court."

The language is very flat, and the tone doesn't even have other ups and downs.

Zhao Wanxi as usual, but more indifferent than usual.

Leng junao's hands were stiff in the air, and his handsome eyebrows were tinged with a light sense of worry. "OK, I'll listen to Xi'er's words and go to the early court."