Because she didn't want to make any big noise, Zhao Wanxi dealt with xiaobaozi's fever in a big and small way, and she took care of him more carefully.

But Princess Lanxi heard the news, some feel sorry, came to visit a few times, to apologize.

After a few days of recuperation, her cold is better, but looking at the small steamed stuffed bun's face that is still sick is becoming thinner and thinner, her heart is not a taste.

This evening, as soon as she had dinner, Lanxi came over with the little princess in her arms. Because she was worried, when she arrived at Qionghua palace, she asked the palace maid to look at her daughter and go into the room to see the steamed stuffed bun.

Seeing that she was always smart and lively, she was so worried that Zhao Wanxi made an explanation.

"It's normal for children to get sick every few days."

"But look at him. He was very fat a few days ago. Now..."

Leaning over at the steamed stuffed bun in the nurse's arms, Lanxi couldn't stand the sad look on his face. For a moment, he felt distressed and raised his hand to touch the steamed stuffed bun.

Mo Yue is these days to eat her milk, has been familiar with her breath, Lanxi's hand just a stretch out, small steamed stuffed bun then yiyiya to stretch out a small hand to grasp her fingers.

He even grinned with a toothless grin.

A small one, a friendly action, is simply cute. When Lanxi saw it, he couldn't help it. Without saying a word, he picked up the bun and held it by himself.

The speed of the action made it too late for Zhao Wanxi to stop.

Because of his illness, the nanny has been feeding the steamed stuffed buns these days. He hasn't been close to Lanxi for several days. At this time, he returns to his familiar arms, and his little head goes all the way to Lanxi's arms.

Close your eyes in her arms arch to arch, obviously looking for milk to eat.

Lanxi where can bear this, the horizontal and vertical hall are all some unimportant people, immediately free a hand to strip the skirt.

Seeing this posture, Zhao Wanxi stepped forward and pressed her hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you see the steamed buns looking for milk when they are hungry? I'm going to feed her, of course

“……”

"Confused, isn't it? Although he is a child, but the wind cold disease, who said? Besides, you have to feed the little princess. If it's a cross feeling If this infects the little princess again, what should we do? "

It's just a little cold, but it's also a troublesome disease. After this disturbance, it's all right. If it's spread again, it's a toss.

As she said this, Zhao Wanxi turned around and ordered the nanny to take away the steamed stuffed bun. Looking at Lanxi's reluctant appearance, she was a little sad and couldn't laugh.

Before, in the story of Joan and Leng junao, as long as it involves the scene of Princess Lanxi, it must be smart, intelligent and very independent.

After all, not all the princesses in the deep palace have the courage to escape.

But in front of this Lanxi, but let her feel, real warm more.

Maternal love is really a very strange thing. It can turn Lan Xi into a mother-in-law. It also makes her soul become worried.

With a knowing smile, Zhao Wanxi gently patted Lan Xi on the back of her hand and relieved her: "when the little steamed stuffed bun is cold, you can feed it no later. There will be days to trouble you. As for the little steamed stuffed bun here Don't worry. I can watch the steamed buns. There won't be any big problems. "