The Empress is running again

Chapter 430 Snacks

Four years later.

Inside the Shenglong Pavilion of Fengchen Kingdom's Imperial Palace.

After coming down to court, the minister who still had something to discuss with Quan Yin in detail arrived in the hall.

"Your Majesty, the Shuchuan Dam that collapsed four years ago has been completely built." After the Shuchuan Dam collapsed four years ago and many died, it was later found out that someone had tampered with the dam to guard and maintain the dam. An inner ghost appeared among the people. Quan Yin was furious and beheaded the inner ghost in public after finding out, and sent people to repair the dam. A large-scale inspection was carried out every year to ensure that what happened four years ago would not happen again.

"emperor……"

There is a unique landscape in the main hall of Shenglong Pavilion.

A small desk was placed beside the main hall, and a small, well-made figure was writing something in style.

During the period, he would raise those big elk-like eyes to look at Quan Yin who was sitting on the dragon chair.

"Wei Chen retire."

I don't know how long it took, all the ministers withdrew.

Seeing this, the small figure blew on the rice paper with bulging cheeks, jumped off the chair taller than him, and ran to Quan Yin's dragon case, tilting his round head.

"Father, my son is hungry." The childish voice carried a hint of coquettishness.

Quan Yin's movements paused, and he looked slightly sideways at him, his dark black eyes filled with pampering warmth.

"There are still two quarters of an hour before noon, you ate better in the morning, are you hungry now?"

"Eunuch Guixi said that there are fresh shrimp dumplings that my son likes to eat for lunch. Do you want to eat the emperor?" naked.

Xiaonai Baozi has always been with Quan Yin since he became sensible, eating and sleeping together, watching Quan Yin handle official duties, and personally teaching him how to read and practice calligraphy.

His memory is full of Quan Yin's figure.

Xiao Nai Baozi saw that Quan She should not turn around and walk back to his desk, took the portrait he just painted and brought it to Quan Yin. "Father, look at the concubine mother painted by my son."

Quan Yin looked at the portrait in his hand, his brushwork was immature, but he was able to draw the shape of Rong Jiuyue.

For a child less than five years old, this is already a very remarkable thing.

"Here, it should be painted like this, come here."

Enduring the pain in his heart, Quan Yin hugged him to his lap, held his little hand and taught him stroke by stroke.

Different from just now, when Xiaonai Baozi painted his mother and concubine, his eyes were extremely serious, and every stroke was infused with his own expectations.

"Father, is it because the son-in-law painted the concubine mother well that she came back?"

The movements of Quan Yin's hands paused, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

Will she come back...

"Yes, concubine mother will definitely come back."

"Well, the minister there must work hard to paint the concubine mother well."

"Your Majesty, do you want to have lunch?" Your happy voice sounded from outside the hall.

Quan She put the pen in his hand to look at Quan Yin.

Quan Yin smiled slightly as he looked at his expectant eyes.

"Pass the meal."

"Yes."

The father and son entered the inner hall and sat down at the table. After washing their hands, the palace servants came in with their lunch.

Smelling the aroma of the food, the little milk bag licked her lips greedily.

"His Royal Highness, today I have your favorite."

The palace people left after putting down the dishes.

"Father, eat."

The chopsticks with the small butcher's hand were still unsteady, but he thoughtfully picked up a piece of chicken for Quan Yin.

After that, he ate it by himself. Although it was his favorite food, the little guy ate it very gracefully.

After a meal, Quan Yin only ate a little before putting down his chopsticks.

Little Naibao frowned as she looked at her father who loved her the most.

"Why didn't the father eat it?"

"Father is already full."

But the little milk bag was a little stubborn and picked up several chopstick dishes for him.

"No, father is tired, you have to eat more, eat a lot to get better."

Quan Yin looked at his repressed thoughts on his stubborn little face but could no longer suppress them, he got up and turned his back.

"Father is already full, after you eat, let Guixi take you out for a walk before coming back."

The little milk bag has to take a nap for half an hour at noon every day.

"it is good."

After eating, the little milk bag sat for a while and then left the hall.

A boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen quickly followed behind him.

Xiao Naibao is wearing a lavender robe with dragon patterns, the skirt and cuffs are embroidered with intricate patterns, and the belt embroidered with five-clawed golden dragons ties up the slightly round waist, which is quite imposing.

The little milk bag walked in the palace with leisurely steps.

"Yun Lai, do you think Father is lying to me?" Yun Lai was the boy following behind Xiao Nai Bao.

He has a handsome face and a clear look, but his eyes are extremely sharp.

The little milk bag propped up her body and sat on the stone bench very elegantly, dangling her two short legs.

"I don't know what His Highness the Crown Prince thinks the Emperor is lying to His Highness?"

Hearing this, the little bun's face with soaked hair instantly wrinkled into a little roll.

"I have been drawing portraits of my mother and concubine since I was three years old, and it has not been a day or two now. The painters have become more and more exquisite, but I don't even know where my mother and concubine are. The concubine painted beautifully, and the concubine mother came back, but I feel that the concubine mother I have painted is already beautiful! I am not a child of two or three years old, how could the emperor lie to me like this?"

The corners of Yun Lai's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

But he had to squat down and said with a slightly stiff face, "Yes, His Royal Highness is over four years old after all."

The little milk bag snorted arrogantly from its nose.

"Of course."

"Cairen, it's another spring year, and the flowers bloom really well this year."

"So what's good, what's not good, what's the difference to me..."

"Look, Cairen, the one in front seems to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

An Cairen who was walking in front raised his eyes and looked into the imperial garden when he heard the words, and he saw a small figure like a jade carving.

"Quick, hurry up!" An Cairen lifted the corner of her skirt and quickly walked towards the direction of the little milk bag.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Prince."

Xiao Naibao looked up and saw An Cairen who was bowing his head in front of him, his beautiful brows were frowned.

When they came over, Yunlai had already stepped forward to block the little milk bag behind him.

The little milk bag stretched out the small hand with the meat pocket and pulled Yunlai. "Yun Lai, you block the palace to enjoy the flowers."

Yun Lai took a step back understandingly.

"Subordinates should die."

"Well, I forgive you this time."

An Cai and the others were still kneeling on the ground, but Xiao Naibao completely ignored them as air.

An Cairen felt a surge of anger in his heart, but he could only bear it. Everyone in the harem knew that as long as he got the favor of His Highness the Crown Prince, he would not be far from being favored by the Emperor!

"His Royal Highness, the concubine made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. I wonder if His Royal Highness likes it?" An Cairen looked behind him, and a court lady hurriedly brought up a food box. She prepared these things every day!
Who doesn't know that His Royal Highness the crown prince of Fengchen Kingdom is a treasure!

(End of this chapter)