Since that day, Fenghua has never seen Xiao Fengting again.

His Highness the Regent's "Let's come to you again next day" is constantly postponed.

Her Majesty the Queen doesn't care.

We are in the Cining Palace to take care of the fetus, eat, drink and sleep well every day, without any worry.

His face was bright and white, and he seemed to be able to pinch out water.

Xiao Jingyun, the "initiator" who caused the Cold War struggle between the two, went to Cining Palace on time every day to visit Fenghua, the nominal mother.

It's like checking in, it won't be left for a day.

Often they sit in the Cining Palace and talk to Fenghua, or leave after eating.

"...Today, the emperor stayed in Cining Palace for meals, and the Empress Dowager used half a bowl of rice more than usual."

Xiao Fengting, who was far away in the Regent's Mansion, listened to Ye Ling's meticulous report.

A beautiful face slowly cools down from the soft eyebrows and eyes.

Until the face is expressionless.

Finally, he suddenly laughed.

This smile has a stunning and romantic taste.

It is shimmering and gorgeous, and blooming.

The ink-colored eyes were full of brilliance, as if Ye Ling was slightly respectful and bowed, and it seemed that she was not looking at him at all, but was condensing in the void.

Asked quietly.

"You said, did the emperor Xiao Jingyun be too leisurely?"

“…”

Ye Ling was silent.

Don't know how to answer.

This dull character, Mu, didn't know what his Regent was angry about at all.

I don’t know that it is normal for pregnant women to have a good appetite.

Ye Ling's unintentional words made Xiao Fengting's anger and jealousy accumulated in his heart for many days finally reach its peak-

"The late emperor has passed away for a long time, and now the position of the future is hanging in the air. The country cannot have a mother for a day. Let the new emperor choose a day to choose a selection..."

"What do you think?"

Ye Ling twitched faintly: "..."

Prince, you are beautiful and you are right.

Seeing that Ye Ling did not answer, Xiao Fengting didn't say anything, and waved his purple sleeves and said, "Go down."

Ye Ling retreated.

The entire room was filled with the faint light of the night pearl.

A man with purple and ink hair showed a trace of heartbreaking loneliness in his beautiful face.

Lifting up the slender and beautiful hand to cover the dazzling light that was too dazzling to him.

A faint sigh came overflowing from her beautiful lips: "A Jin..."

...

Finally, I couldn't help but take advantage of the moonlight and night to come to Cining Palace again.

He lifted up the silk tent, and the girl's quiet and beautiful sleeping face was reflected in his eyes.

How long does it take to go?

One month or two months?

Xiao Fengting can't remember it clearly.

Every minute and every second is so long.

When I was young, I knew the words "living day is like a year" and "not seeing it for a day is like three autumns" in my father's study.

But, until today, Xiao Fengting finally felt the taste.
Chapter completed!