Chu Yuening leaned against the head of the bed and picked up the soft little body with extremely gentle strength.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her daughter's cute little face, with a smile on her eyebrows and eyes, and her whole body was radiant with a gentle maternal glow.
"Luan'er, be good. I'll stay with you after I finish washing up, okay?"
“Ah~”
The baby seemed to understand, and put down his hands and feet obediently, quietly allowing his aunt to hold him.
The little girl looked so soft and cute that Chu Yuening couldn't help but kiss her little hand, then got up, dressed and washed.
The next morning was spent playing and frolicking between mother and daughter.
At noon, Ying Zhao finally finished his class and hurried back home with his small schoolbag on his back.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw his mother holding his sister and feeding her. The scene was peaceful and warm.
"Mother, sister, Zhao Zhao is back~"
"Yes, go wash up first, we'll have lunch later."
“Okay!”
Ying Zhao replied happily, full of energy, and immediately took a step forward with his short legs to follow his aunt to wash his hands.
Chu Yuening withdrew her gaze and turned to the little person in her arms. Seeing that she continued to suck on the pacifier, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time Xiao Luan'er was drinking milk, her attention would be diverted if there was any movement. Jue'er, on the other hand, was very focused, but...
She always felt that he was a little drunk on milk. She looked at the cradle. The little guy had half-closed eyes, an intoxicated expression, and smacked his lips from time to time.
Seeing this, Chu Yuening shook her head and laughed.
After his daughter finished drinking milk, he wiped the milk stains from the corners of her mouth with a cotton pad, and then couldn't help but bury his head in her little belly and take a deep breath.
"Mmm, my little baby smells so good~"
"Aa ...
"Mother, Zhao Zhao also wants a kiss!"
After washing his hands, Ying Zhao ran over like a gust of wind, leaned close to his mother, pouting his little mouth and asking for a kiss.
Chu Yuening would not show favoritism and kissed the two little dumplings heavily, making them smile.
After playing around for a while, she remembered the important matter, touched his little head and asked in a gentle voice.
"Are you tired from attending classes lately, babe?"
"Hmm... Although I have to learn a lot more than before, it's not tiring at all."
"So how did the teachers treat you?"
"Teacher Cao and Teacher Chen are both good people!"
Ying Zhao answered seriously, his big eyes clearly showing black and white, and it was obvious that he was speaking from the heart.
In a child's world, being a good person is the highest praise.
Hearing this, Chu Yuening raised a relaxed smile at the corner of her lips, and her heart finally settled down.
During this period, she was worried that Zhaozhao was overwhelmed by the heavy workload, and she was also afraid that there would be a poor rapport between teacher and student.
Now it seems that she was worrying too much.
"My lady, lunch is ready."
"Well, Your Majesty hasn't come yet?"
"Yes, my lady."
Chu Yuening glanced at the dazzling sky, frowned, and thought secretly in her heart.
It's already 1:00 PM, why hasn't Ah Zheng returned yet? Could it be that some political matter has held him back?
When the palace maid saw that the empress looked worried, she offered some thoughtful suggestions.
"Your Majesty, should we send someone to the Zhangtai Palace to ask?"
"No need, wait a little longer."
After a while, there was still no movement at the door.
Chu Yuening had no choice but to take her baby to eat first. After all, the little guy was busy with schoolwork and couldn't waste time.
After the mother and son finished their meal, a familiar tall figure strode over, and the woman greeted him with surprise.
"A Zheng, you're finally here! Why are you so late today?"
"There are some important matters that made Yue Ning worried."
Ying Zheng embraced his anxious little wife, his eyes as gentle as water, explained softly, then took her hand and sat down.
The palace servants on the side cleared away the leftovers in an orderly manner and brought out fresh and delicious meals.
Chu Yuening first let her aunt take the three children to take a nap, then she put her arms around her lover's strong waist and snuggled in his arms coquettishly.
"A Zheng, please have someone tell me next time, otherwise I will be worried."
"Okay, I was negligent this time."
The feeling of being cared for by someone is like soaking your heart in warm water. Ying Zheng kissed the top of the woman's head lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness.
After lunch, it was already noon. Ying Zheng did not rush to Zhangtai Palace, but took a nap with his wife.
Perhaps because she slept too much in the morning, Chu Yuening couldn't sleep and her body still felt sore.
So, she confidently ordered the culprit to give her a good massage.
"Hmm...press this side too."
"Hmm...my legs are sore too, give them a massage."
Ying Zheng gazed at his pampered little wife, his brows filled with pampering and indulgence, and she willingly pressed and kneaded according to instructions.
However, after seeing the bruises and purple spots on her snow-white skin, a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes, and she planned to buy a few bottles of jade skin cream in the mall later.
After a while, Chu Yuening lay on the man's thighs, her brows and eyes looking comfortable, like a cat whose fur had been stroked.
She played with her big, bony hands and spoke in a lazy tone.
"A Zheng, what's the important matter this morning?"
"The Musketeer Army has been formed and is now undergoing review."
"So how did they perform?"
"It's OK, but the musket still has many flaws."
On a warm afternoon, the two of them talked about business as if they were chatting about family matters, and the atmosphere was sweet and wonderful.
Today, thanks to the efforts of Mohist disciples, the musket has been updated to the second generation, with an additional scope, increased ammunition capacity, and reduced recoil...
However, Ying Zheng was far from satisfied with this. His goal was to equip all the Qin troops with muskets to replace the backward cold weapons.
In this way, the Qin Dynasty will no longer have any rivals on the world map and will sweep away everything.
"Take your time. Developing a musket is indeed difficult."
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