Chu Yuening is extremely excited now.
It felt like there was a flame burning in the body, running around everywhere, and the blood and energy were surging.
Originally, her little face was as white as jade and as fair as snow.
But at this moment, she looks like she is drunk, pink and more beautiful than the peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring.
She thought it was the effect of the medicine and didn't take it too seriously.
However, she was so full of energy that she couldn't sit still.
Chu Yuening paced around the hall bored and decided to go find her little baby to play with.
At this time, the wind and snow outside had subsided a lot. She put on a warm cloak and walked straight to the side hall.
As soon as I entered the hall, I saw the little guy playing with toys. The little guy was sitting alone, looking lonely and pitiful.
The aunt was the first to notice the woman and hurried over to her, taking the snowflake-stained cloak and greeting her respectfully.
"My lady, why are you here? It's so windy outside, come in quickly."
Ying Luan heard familiar footsteps and turned around in surprise.
When the slender figure came into her sight, she immediately dropped her toy, climbed up, and rushed over excitedly with her short legs.
“Ah!”
"Hey! Mother's darling Luan'er."
Chu Yuening looked at the little guy with eyes full of admiration, and her heart almost melted into a ball of water.
She squatted down, opened her arms, and steadily caught the little guy who was like a suckling swallow falling into the forest, and kissed the chubby face several times.
Ying Luan hugged his mother's neck, stared at her rosy cheeks, and murmured blankly.
"Peach a few..."
Before Chu Yuening could react, she let out an "Awooo" and bit into the tempting and delicious-looking peach.
"ah!"
Chu Yuening couldn't help but cry out in pain, but she was afraid of hurting her daughter, so she didn't dare to push her away.
Seeing this sudden scene, all the palace servants were stunned, and then hurried forward to hug the little princess.
After a period of chaos, the two finally separated.
Ying Luan was still smacking her lips and clapping her hands, her baby voice full of happiness.
"Soft, howl seven~"
Seeing that she had commented on it, Chu Yuening was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
She gently pinched the little guy's baby fat, frowned, and pretended to be angry.
"Okay, you little rascal, you dare to bite me, I'm going to bite you back."
"No bite, no bite, no howling~"
Ying Luan was very smart. She quickly covered her face with her two small hands and shook her head vigorously to refuse.
Her innocent and cute appearance made everyone smile.
After laughing and joking for a while, Chu Yuening carried her daughter to the amusement park.
Slides, swings, seesaws...
The mother and daughter had a lot of fun, and their clear laughter was like silver bells, bringing a touch of vitality to this cold and lonely winter.
Ying Luan is an energetic baby. Today she just let herself go and had a great time.
The two of them played for half an hour.
Finally, the little guy lay contentedly in his mother's arms and fell into a sweet dream with a pacifier in his mouth.
Chu Yue stared at her daughter's rosy little face, her heart full of love and affection, and couldn't help but give her a kiss.
She put her daughter on the crib, gently tucked in the quilt, and then tiptoed out the door.
As soon as I entered the main hall, an overbearing fragrance hit me.
There was a steaming hot pot on the dining table, and the father and his two sons were sitting around it, all looking at her.
Ying Zhao blinked his big eyes and couldn't wait to welcome him.
"Mom, you're back! Come and eat hot pot."
"By the way, where's my sister?"
"My sister is tired from playing this afternoon and is sleeping."
Chu Yuening walked over gracefully, touched the two children's heads, and replied softly.
But for some reason, Ying Zhao put away his smile and looked lost.
Ying Jue, who was enjoying his mother's affection on the side, was also unhappy.
No one knows a child better than his mother. How could Chu Yuening not know that the two little guys were jealous?
She smiled helplessly, kissed each of them on the cheek, and comforted them softly.
"Next time, Mom will play with you guys, okay?"
"good!"
"good."
After getting their mother's promise, Ying Zhao and Ying Jue soon smiled.
The ignored Ying Zheng pursed his lips, took his wife's hand, asked her to sit next to him, and secretly competed for her favor.
"Yuening, I asked the Shangshi Bureau to prepare a hot pot of your liking."
"Thank you, A Zheng~"
Chu Yuening smiled and gave him a sweet kiss without hesitation.
After chatting for a while, the family began to eat hot pot happily.
On a cold winter day, eating a hot and fragrant hot pot is so comforting.
Under the bright yellow candlelight, mist is swirling and fragrance is everywhere.
Everyone was talking and laughing happily, their hearts filled with the warmth and happiness of a place called "home".
Half an hour later, everyone was full and satisfied.
Ying Zhao and Ying Jue had bulging bellies, looking like round little snowballs.
They covered their little faces shyly and were carried to the side hall by their aunt to wash up and go to bed.
Every time after eating hot pot, Chu Yuening always takes a bath, and this time is no exception.
She immersed herself in the warm water and sighed contentedly.
But she did not forget her "revenge plan". After taking a shower, she left the bathroom.
Ying Zheng gazed at the peerless beauty who was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, and his eyes darkened.
Chu Yuening moved lightly with lotus steps, her figure was graceful and elegant, her beautiful eyes were shining, and she made people forget the world when they saw her.
She stepped forward and took the history book from the man's hand. Her lazy voice was a little hoarse and charming.
"A Zheng, go take a shower. I have prepared a surprise for you~"
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