Prince Jing and his wife had made many clothes in advance to welcome their little sweet baby.
I was so excited that I made several models of them, ranging in size from two to eight years old.
As soon as Princess Jing woke up and heard that Tianbao had been rescued, she was supported by her maid and went to bathe Tianbao herself.
An incense stick later, Princess Jing came out with her little sweet baby, her eyes red and swollen. When she saw Prince Jing, her calves gave way and she fell to her knees.
"Aunt Huang?" Tianbao was startled by her reaction.
Princess Jing hugged her and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, today it's my fault that I didn't protect Tianbao well. Someone actually kidnapped her. Your Majesty, please punish me. The heavier the punishment, the better."
The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. There were so many people at the rally, she shouldn't have brought Tianbao to join in the fun.
If I hadn't joined in the fun, there wouldn't have been the shock we had today.
Tian Bao frowned and wiped Princess Jing's tears: "It's the bad guys who are bad, don't blame the imperial aunt. Imperial uncle, no punishment, no punishment."
The big black eyes looked over, full of pleading, and the little face that had just come out of the bath was white with a hint of tender pink, as if water would come out if you pinched it lightly.
Prince Jing, who was on edge, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
The autumn wind blew, and his soaked undergarments felt as cold as if they'd been soaked in ice water. He shuddered and sighed, "Why should I punish you? It's all my fault for having useless legs. Otherwise, I could have been by your side, and nothing like this would have happened."
Princess Jing looked at his legs with tears in her eyes and cried even harder.
Tianbao looked at Prince Jing helplessly, then put her arms around Princess Jing's neck, letting her cry on her little shoulder: "Auntie Emperor, don't cry. Tianbao is fine. Tianbao also found a goddess sister, who is so beautiful! Tianbao is happy!"
Now it is Prince Jing's turn to change his clothes. If he continues to stand here in the cold wind wearing wet clothes, he will definitely get seriously ill.
When he came out, Tianbao was still wiping Princess Jing's tears like a little adult, muttering, "Auntie Huang, don't cry. A crying baby is not a good baby. If you don't cry, Tianbao will buy you something delicious."
Princess Jing's nose felt sore, and two more tears fell: "Tianbao bought a lot of delicious food for the prince, and also bought some for the little princes. It's all my fault for not holding her well, and all the things are gone."
Prince Jing sighed helplessly, rolled the four-wheeled cart to her side, and patted her head: "I will ask someone to buy all the snacks on the whole street."
Upon hearing this, the personal bodyguard hurriedly retreated to give instructions to the butler.
Princess Jing glanced at Tianbao sheepishly and took the big hand off her head with a coquettish look: "Tianbao is still watching, Your Majesty, please restrain yourself!"
Prince Jing's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Tianbao somewhat embarrassedly.
Tian Bao grinned and laughed: "Auntie Huang, Uncle Huang is my husband, my husband pats my head, there is no shame."
Princess Jing, feeling both amused and helpless, touched Tianbao's little face and gently pinched it. It was soft, elastic, and smooth, and it felt wonderful. "How old are you, and you already know what a husband is and what he isn't?"
As she spoke, she tickled Tianbao's armpits again. Tianbao laughed so hard that he twisted his body all over and was picked up by Prince Jing. Bursts of silver bell-like laughter filled the air above Prince Jing's mansion.
Qin Huo, who was still soaking in the wooden barrel in the room, raised his eyelids.
What is that little kid so happy about that makes him laugh so happily?
The servant beside him couldn't help but urge, "Young Master, the water is cold. You will get sick if you soak in it any longer."
Qin Huo glanced at him coldly, and the servant shuddered suddenly.
He rubbed his eyes and looked over again, but Qin Huo was no longer looking at him. It must have been an illusion. How could there be murderous intent in a child's eyes?
Qin Huo glanced indifferently at the clothes prepared for him.
Women's clothing, skirts, pink color, the same as peach blossom pink.
hehe!
Prince Jing knew that he was a man, yet he made him wear women's clothes. Humph, I really want to have him dragged away and torn into pieces.
Seeing Qin Huo staring at the clothes in a daze, the servant explained sheepishly, "Prince Jing's mansion doesn't have a young prince, so there's no men's clothing suitable for you. This suit was prepared for Princess Yongle, and the little princess hasn't worn it yet. Feel the material. You've definitely never worn clothes made of such fine silk, right?"
Qin Huo wanted to laugh again. He had never worn such nice clothes... haha.
The servant continued sighing, "Look at the coarse cloth you were wearing before. Even the beggars in Xijing wear better clothes. Well, just make do with it. I've been ordered to throw away your beggar's clothes. Do you want to go out naked if you don't wear them?"
Qin Huo's childish little face suddenly darkened.
He stood up from the water with a "whoosh" and resigned himself to putting on the peach pink women's dress.
After a cup of tea, Qin Huo, with a refreshed look and black hair, appeared in front of Tianbao.
The pink skirt fluttered in the wind, embroidered with lifelike peach blossoms, and seemed to emit a faint fragrance when it blew gently. This dress made Qin Huo look even more fair and tender, and her amber eyes were beautiful in the sunlight, almost bewitchingly beautiful.
Princess Jing was stunned for a moment. If it weren't for Xiao Qinhuo's thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, she would have mistaken him for a beautiful girl.
Tian Bao held her double chin in her hands, her eyes shining: "Wow! Goddess sister is so beautiful! Aunt Huang, look, isn't she so beautiful!"
Qin Huo hated this little kid calling her that and glared at her angrily.
Being as sensitive as Tianbao, he quickly noticed this.
She slowly approached and took Qin Huo's hand: "You don't like Tianbao calling Goddess Sister..."
Qin Huo glanced at her sideways with relief: You have some good sense.
He lowered his eyes to look at the soft little hand in his palm, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.
He has so many brothers and sisters, but no one has ever held his hand like this.
He subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but the little sweet boy held it tightly.
Her little hands are very warm. Just think of it as holding a small heater. It’s nice to warm your hands.
Thinking of this, he stopped struggling.
The little sweetie frowned and thought hard, then suddenly raised his other hand, pointing his index finger to the sky while curling up the other fingers, as if he had suddenly realized something: "Aha! I know! Can I call you Fairy Sister? Fairy Sister!"
Qin Huo looked over coldly again. The little sweet boy was startled, blinked twice, and actually felt like crying.
Doesn’t Sister Piaoniao like people calling her little fairy?
This is already the nicest name she can think of. Sister Piao Niang still doesn't like it?
Qin Huo closed his eyes helplessly, and when he thought of the delicious barbecue and spring pancakes that Xiao Naibao had given him before, he opened his eyes again, curled the corners of his lips and nodded, as if he accepted the title.
God knows what more unreliable name she will come up with.
The little kid burst into laughter and said, "Fairy sister! You are so beautiful! You are the most beautiful sister I have ever seen!"
Sister, sister, you are a big-headed ghost.
Qin Huo rolled his eyes helplessly.
Prince Jing had been observing Qin Huo, and seeing that he had no ill will towards Tian Bao, he finally lowered his guard: "What's your name? Where do you live?"
Qin Huo decided to pretend to be mute and shook his head blankly as a response.
Princess Jing was very observant and noticed the wound on the back of Qin Huo's head: "It looks like his head was injured. He's so young, maybe he was scared and forgot about it."
"Well, I'll send someone to investigate."
Princess Jing turned her head to look at Qin Huo again, her eyes rolled, and she began to think.
Over there, Tian Bao led Qin Huo towards the toy house: "Fairy sister, would you like to ride a horse?"
Qin Huomu said with a frown: Haha, that’s something only children like.
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