Chapter 1999

Their mother and son are just the same tune, which is just the two people's sudden impropriety. On the contrary, they just sweep away the dark clouds, and the atmosphere is relaxed again.

The child has good skin and feels the delicacy of her son's face from zero distance. Zhao Wanxi grinds her teeth.

"So enthusiastic? Don't you still want your mother to kiss you?

If you want to kiss, just say it. It's not your style to be so implicit. "

"No..."

In the middle of Leng Yulin's sensitive spot, the smelly boy brushes back. After retreating, he feels unwilling and comes back.

Repeatedly tangled, mother and son two giggle, laughing into a group.

In a flash, Zhao Wanxi also temporarily relieved her worries.

Strict father and loving mother, with Leng Jun in, there is nothing wrong. I think it all needs such a growth process. Her son, if he doesn't grow up crooked.

After all, it's still that sentence. Just being soft hearted, benevolent, righteous and trustworthy can't make a good emperor.

The knowledge here involves a lot of things. If you just look at Leng junao during this period of time, Zhao Wanxi can understand something.

It's not easy to say more, just shut up.

By the way, I also revealed the story about little orange.

I thought my son would give up, but when it was almost the same time, Zhao Wanxi, reminded by Furong, stepped out of the main hall of Qionghua palace. When she saw the little eunuch who had been waiting outside for a long time, she couldn't help saying nothing.

He breathed in silence.

I'm still looking down on my son.

Anyway In the end, it was a piece of heart. Although she was still a little uncomfortable, Zhao Wanxi didn't refuse.

See she really didn't blame, or is sad disappointed appearance, Leng Yulin this just finally put down the heart.

Even the smile is really a bit, a childish face, undisguised to be full of a thick not give up.

He even patted his chest to ensure that he would take good care of his sister-in-law.

Finally, it's like a child of this age.

At that moment, Zhao Wanxi was a little glad of her compromise.

Since they left the palace ahead of time, they can't make a big fuss. According to Leng junao's idea, they just go out of the palace from Xihua gate.

The chariots and horses were prepared early in the morning. They were very simple and didn't dazzle at all. When Zhao Wanxi passed by, Leng junao was already waiting.

Although there was no impatience in his expression, Leng junao frowned slightly, a little worried.

She glanced faintly at the little orange, who had changed into a cloth suit, and her eyes were shimmering.

"Arranged by lin'er?"

A man is a son of his own. Such an obvious thing can't be concealed.

Looking at Leng junao's appearance, Zhao Wanxi said that he didn't mind and quickly covered it up.

"It's rare for my son to have this idea. Let him follow me? But it's just a child. It shouldn't be overstaffed, right? "

It can also be regarded as a secret poke to spread a Jiao, while saying, while pulling Leng Jun Ao's sleeve, shaking.

This action a, the effect that is quite good, harm of cold Jun Ao originally want to say what, all give forget.

I do not know what to think of, it seems a bit helpless funny.

"Son of a bitch."

Looking at his wife, she could only relax.

"Well, since it's him who's worried, let's follow. But... "