Yan Tinglan patted his head and said, "With me and your mother here, no one can take your things away."
"Now go wash up and get ready for bed, or you won't grow taller in the future."
"He just threatens me by saying that he won't grow taller." Yan Chengfeng turned around and muttered.
Yan Tinglan went to hug the person lying on the chaise longue, "Ali smells so good, have you washed up?"
"I have washed it, and you haven't washed it, so you are not allowed to hug me."
"Ali, take a bath with me." After saying that, he picked her up and walked towards the bathtub, kissing her as he walked.
When she reached the bath, she was left with only the clothes on her body.
He held her waist and stepped into the bathtub, continuing to kiss her lips, her collarbone, and heart, his big palm sliding down.
Zhu Fuli felt that the pool water tonight was so hot that her skin turned a slight pink.
The water in the pool was turbulent, and the rising mist made Yan Tinglan's eyes red and his face flushed as his breathing became hot.
The fair hand climbed up the edge of the bathtub, was grabbed back by a big hand and pressed against the chest, the pool water splashed the ground, and intermittent moans and heavy breathing could be heard in the dimness.
She collapsed onto his chest and he dried her off, carried her to the bed, and continued to kiss her.
She bit his shoulder, and he pinched her waist and kissed her behind her ear, "Ali, you don't have to bear it."
Being carried in a different direction, she bumped into his burning chest, with tears hanging on Zhu Fuli's eyelashes.
"When are you ready?"
He kissed her lips, his breath was surprisingly hot, and he said vaguely, "Hey, Ali, it's still early."
She shivered and looked up, feeling that the night was somewhat unbearable.
When Zhu Fuli was drowsy, she was woken up by him again. He didn't let her sleep well at all. When she finally fell asleep, Zhu Fuli looked through the window and vaguely saw the cool moonlight outside.
Yan Tinglan kissed the slightly red corners of her eyes, cleaned them and applied medicine to them, then held her in his arms and fell asleep.
The next day, Yan Tinglan came back after attending court and saw that she was still asleep, so he went to wake up Yan Chengfeng in the side hall.
"Fake..." After being woken up, Yan Chengfeng looked at him with sleepy eyes. His mind was still not awake, and he almost blurted out the name he called him in his heart.
"Fake?" Yan Tinglan leaned over to look at him, his eyes unclear.
"Father, why did you wake me up?" Yan Chengfeng swallowed and changed the subject.
"I'll take you to pay respects to your royal grandmother."
"Is the Queen Mother going too?" He did not ask further, and Yan Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, a man shouldn't be so clingy. Go wash up now, can you?"
"Okay." Yan Chengfeng climbed down from the bed.
After Yan Chengfeng finished washing up, Yan Tinglan picked him up, held him in his arms, and walked out with big strides.
His calves are short and he's slow, which delayed his return to accompany Ali.
When surrounded by the refreshing aura from him, Yan Chengfeng froze completely.
The fake father actually hugged him. Although the father was very good to him, he had never hugged him.
After all, there is a saying that goes "It is better to hold grandchildren than sons", and the royal family is just too particular.
Yan Tinglan glanced at him, put him down when they reached the entrance of Cining Palace, and gave him a light kick, "Walk on your own."
Then he walked in with his hands behind his back.
Yan Chengfeng rubbed his butt, and the shyness that had just risen in his heart was kicked away completely by him.
"Mother."
There were dark circles under the Queen Mother's eyes and her eyelids were a little swollen.
She glanced at him, then at Yan Chengfeng behind him, then looked left and right but couldn't see Zhu Fuli, so she couldn't help but ask, "Where's Fuli?"
"Resting." He said as he served the Queen Mother a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her.
The Queen Mother glanced at the scratches on the back of his hand. What else did she not understand? "Tell the Imperial Kitchen to make some more delicious food for Fu Li to nourish him."
I guess the battle was quite intense last night.
"Good morning, Grandmother Royal."
Yan Tinglan nodded, and asked Yan Chengfeng, who had walked to the table, to sit on a chair, and served him a bowl of porridge, "I'll send your eldest grandson here to amuse you."
The Queen Mother couldn't help but say, "Don't lift him like this all the time. What if a child this young gets hurt?"
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