Madam is a Superstar

   Chapter 486 Little Red Flower~

  Song Qing was stunned for a moment, but he never thought that what was waiting was not a sticky sweet talk, but a thank you.

   raised his hand touching his son's foot, and moved to smash the handsome face of Nangong Yuren and Shen,

   "My husband is good, and I don't need to say thank you. If you really want to thank me, just spoil me and love me more in the future."

   When he opened his mouth, he didn't take it to heart at all. Regarding whether Lord Huo Shi will change his heart and not love her in the future,

   She has never been worried about this. She has the great sense of security that Nangong Yu has always given her and her own confidence.

   "Call ~"

  The long-awaited little boy exclaimed, as if echoing the words of his mother,

   The corners of his mouth are still dripping with sparkling saliva left on his hands, which is so cute and foul.

  Nangong Yu didn't know what different meanings came from his wife's words, the smile deepened, and he took a small soft handkerchief and wiped the corner of his son's mouth lightly,

"it is good."

  It takes about half a cup of tea,

  Emperor De appeared at the door of the bedroom with a group of people carrying toilet items as usual, and carefully knocked on the door,

  Nangong Yu glanced at his lips, opened his mouth and entered, his sturdy and sturdy body approached Fang Ze with his wife's soft lips,

  The big dry and warm palm touched his son's head again, and then he pulled away.

   "Hum, hum..."

  The news that the palace servants were serving the emperor's washing came from outside, and the little guy in the bed curtain was very interested in it.

   His ears moved and listened carefully. Whenever he heard a sentence or two of the royal father's voice, he hummed in a milky voice.

  Song Qing found it interesting, and while patiently wiping the children's clear saliva, he joked with great interest,

   "You recognize your father's voice so quickly? Could it be that our daughter-in-law is still a child prodigy?"

  However, what does little Nangong Changying know? Little Nangong Changying will only hum and spit and make bubbles when he is happy,

  If you don't cry, don't make trouble, you can't get rid of the golden beans, which is the greatest friendliness to the father and queen.

   promise is to get enough sleep at night,

   The little guy never meant to accompany his mother to sleep again. Soon after the imperial guard of honor left,

  Song Qing also pulled the bell and rope hanging from the bed curtain to call Yuaner in. The pain after giving birth has not disappeared.

  Everything I do is much slower than before, and after a simple wash, the sun has fully risen outside.

  The food in the dining hall is full of fragrance,

  Yuaner lifted the lid of the casserole, took the white jade spoon and poured the steaming soup into the small bowl, and sent it to Song Qing like a treasure.

   "Niangniang, try it, my maid guesses that you definitely like this bowl of soup."

   The little girl's round face has a mysterious expression, and the same round eyes reveal the sparkle of expectation.

   "Have wine?"

   For a person who has been drinking for over 40 years before pregnancy, oh no, forty years,

  The lid of the casserole was opened, and the pungent aroma that overflowed was enough for Song Qing to smell it.

   "Yes, Niangniang." Yuan'er chicken nodded at the rice, "Niangniang, you have a good nose. This soup is called **** wine chicken, and it contains glutinous rice wine."

   "The chef said that this soup is an indispensable soup for women to make up for confinement. He also said that Niangniang likes wine, so I guarantee you will like this soup."

   Yuan'er was worried, in fact, she didn't know whether this soup was suitable for Niangniang's appetite or not.

   It’s really those soy bean and pig’s trotter soup, crucian carp soup, etc. that women should drink after giving birth. Empress is tired of drinking it and doesn’t like it.

   You can only try this **** wine chicken that has just been passed down from the folk. Speaking of soy bean and pig trotter soup,

  The emperor likes to drink it quite a few months ago, and every once in a while he instructs the imperial kitchen to bring it during dinner.

"good."

  Song Qing took a few bites and gave an evaluation, but still said, "In the future, these soups and water will be good for lunch and dinner."

   It is not necessary to make such a big supplement in the early morning.

   Now that we have finally unloaded the goods, we should quickly reduce the belly,

   Lord Huo Shi likes to touch the soft flesh on her stomach, saying that it feels good, but she misses the devil's curvy figure before.

  Loving beauty has always been a woman's nature, so I have to say that it really takes courage to decide to have a child.

   It's still early after breakfast,

   Song Qing was playing with the blue dumpling lying on the pear-flower-wood cot, while imagining the scene where his son would be as big as the Huo family's little star in the future,

   Well, when the time comes, you can hold it in your arms, kiss and hold it high,

   Pinch the soft and waxy cheeks to the fullest, unlike now, it is too small, a small lump,

   She and Lord Huo Shi were holding each other carefully, for fear of hurting the little guy's delicate skin.

  “啵～”

   The little guy eats his hands and enjoys the gentle touch of his mother. When he is happy, he spit a bubble. He is a very good baby.

   This surprised the aunties who were waiting on the side, and they kept complimenting Song Qing,

   How could Song Qing, a first-time mother, not like listening to others compliment her dumplings, the more her beautiful eyes smile,

   The fingertips poked Nangong Changying's cheeks, the soft and tender hand felt very good, and asked with a gentle smile,

   "How can we be like goldfish? Did you practice blowing bubbles when you were in the womb of your mother?"

  “啵～”

   In response to Song Qing, the little guy spit out another saliva bubble. Song Qing laughed and said to himself while reaching out to Yuan’er to ask for a handkerchief,

   "Our yinger doesn't have a nickname yet, how about calling it a little goldfish instead of a nickname?"

   The little guy looked at his mother with bright and clear eyes. He was quiet and well behaved. If he looked carefully, there was the shadow of Nangong Yu in his eyebrows.

  Song Qing's heart became softer and softer, and changed his words, "The goldfish is a little small, why don't we call it the little whale?"

  The love given to her by Lord Huo Shi is like the deep sea, and their children are called little whales,

   In the future, if you have a girl you like, you should be as affectionate as his father, and don't be a scumbag.

   "Meow~"

   There is no scumbag, but there is a scumbag cat who has been a scumbag all his life in his last life.

   The dark cloud jumped out of nowhere, and a mass of black coal nimbly jumped over the threshold of the side hall,

   "Meow meow meow~"

   Dark Cloud came to Song Qing and raised his head and meowed softly. There were several colorful flowers on his dark body.

   "What's wrong with your throat?"

  Song Qing just thought that the dark cloud was going to the flowers in the imperial garden early in the morning to play with butterflies, and he didn't care,

   Instead, I noticed that the voice of the dark clouds was a bit wrong, and the meowing is not so low.

   "Meow meow~"

   Wu Yun didn't know how to explain to the beautiful master that he was afraid of scaring the little master, so he whispered meowingly,

   I can only lift my black cat tail as high as possible,

   So that the owner can see the little red flower on the tip of the tail, this is the greeting gift it gave to the little owner.

   "For me?"

  Song Qing noticed it very quickly, reached out and took it down, took a look at the little red flower and moved it left and right in front of the dark cloud, tentatively said,

  “Meow~”

   Dark Cloud shook his head, those gem-green eyes stared at the pear flower wood bed,

  Song Qing understood, patted Wu Yun's head amusingly and put the little red flower beside Nangong Changying's soft pillow,

   "Meow meow~~!"

   The dark cloud was so excited, a dark mass circled the cot to and fro.

   There is something, six thousand will change tomorrow.

   (end of this chapter)