Holding his job, he suddenly felt guilty, just like a helpless child, who didn't even dare to look at his son's face.

But he heard Luo Jia's laughter, so gentle, "Hong'er, your father likes the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother also likes your father very much. The Queen Mother has always cared about your father, especially when he is sick, every time,

It was all the empress dowager who treated him. Therefore, your father is particularly grateful to the empress dowager and respect the empress dowager. Not only the empress dowager, I also like your father..."

The child's eyes became so puzzled.

Fangfei suddenly raised her head, feeling relieved.

But when I saw Luo Jia's eyes, tolerant and tenderness, filled with an indescribable power. The intense emotions in my heart surged again, and it was repeated over and over again, just like the girl in her first love.

He has always been the hero in his mind.

His appearance was concerned about himself.

He has to take responsibility for the big things.

But the child refused to give up: "Why do you like my father?"

"Because your father is a good emperor, he is very kind-hearted."

"Then, why did the late emperor not allow the queen mother to cook for my father?"

Fangfei's eyes became nervous again.

But Luo Jia laughed.

The corners of the eyebrows are so vicissitudes.

The past is vivid in my mind.

"Hong'er, this is a secret..."

"What's the secret?"

"The Grandpa of the late emperor was also a very wise emperor in his early years. However, later, he often drank alcohol, and gradually became more and more strange in his temper. Therefore, he issued a very absurd order, not allowing the Queen Mother to reconcile with him again.

Your father has been in contact with each other... This is the mistake of the late emperor, do you know?"

The child became confused: "My father said that Grandpa, the late emperor, was an amazing person, how could he make mistakes?"

"A great person will make mistakes if you drink too much. Grandpa of the late emperor was drunk all day long and made many mistakes..."

"But……"

"So, when Honger grows up, she can't drink too much wine."

The child looked at him blankly, feeling something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Just Fangfei, laughing.

So sad.

He took all the mistakes on his shoulders.

He also looked at her and accidentally picked up a piece of air-dried chicken leg for her, "Fangfei, eat more. You look very bad recently."

Fangfei ate silently.

Hong'er's eyes turned curiously to the empress dowager. Originally, the god-like grandfather's behavior was so strange, but when he saw the empress dowager's behavior, he was not awkward at all - but so used to it.

It seems that it is natural for the fairy grandfather to take care of her like this.

Especially the sentence "Fangfei" -

Since I am so familiar, why did the Empress Dowager fall off the cliff and blindfold his eyes and say that she doesn’t know the gods and grandpa at all?

Before he could express his confusion, he put some favorite dishes in his plate - all of them were picked up by the fairy grandfather.

"Hong'er, you should eat more. You will grow up quickly when the disease is cured."

What else a child wants to say, but he can't continue. When he thinks of his father, he always feels wronged and his mouth is flat.

He did not mention his father, but someone asked him: "Hong'er, your father has always been a good emperor who worked hard to govern. He once led the army of the Southern Dynasty and stabilized the northern country... Now, you

Only then can you be a little emperor obediently..."

The child was happy to hear others talking about his father's great achievements, and his eyebrows were relaxed: "My father is a great hero."

"So Hong'er must grow up quickly and be a great hero like your father."

The child became excited: "Can I be the one who is in charge of the army in the future?"

"Of course. The emperors of our northern country have always conquered the country in all dynasties. They need to be civil and military talents. Hong'er, you must learn your skills now and be a stubborn emperor... Haha, Hong'er is already an amazing person now.

It’s a child, none of the other children I know can compare to my Honger…”

While he was talking, a moth came in through the open window.

The weather has been cold recently, and this kind of moth has also rushed in with the wind.

His chopsticks shook, and one of them was fixed on the window, just inserted into the moth's wings. The thin cicada wings trembled, but they were not seriously injured.

The child was overjoyed, "Grandpa God, how do you do this? Teach me quickly..."

He also learned to throw a chopstick over, but he could only fall to the ground. Looking at the immortal grandfather, he was as handsome and capable as before.

Even Fangfei laughed.

Luo Jia met her eyes, the self-evident tacit understanding between the two.

Even her little anger - he is so old, she is still handsome.

But what Honger likes is so handsome. The child remembered many of his abilities and smiled, "Grandpa Fairy, will you teach me how to do it?"

"Of course. I still have many skills, and I have to teach me Honger one by one."

The child suddenly remembered something. When he said "our Northern Emperor", it was as if he was also an emperor himself. However, he was completely immersed in the wings of the moth and had no time to ask any more. He was full of thought, what was going on.

Learn the skill of the god grandpa who is particularly handsome.

That night, Honger had a very happy time and went to bed very early.

The moonlight is surprisingly bright.

On the mountain, the moon is white and the wind is clear, and the flowers are blooming.

There are only two figures.

It is the hand that holds, and walks together in front of the flowers under the moon.

My heart beats so fast, as if two first love boys - all the constraints in the Cining Palace need to be quickly abandoned, and the feeling of unrestrained love.

I have already run to a flat grass, surrounded by the fragrance of wild flowers.

She suddenly let go of his hand and started running.

He stopped and looked at her.

It's like looking at a light little deer under the gurgling water.

Her voice was so light, thin and lingering: "Your Majesty, come and chase me..."

He smiled, stretched out his long legs and ran over a few steps.

Her running steps were far inferior to his briskness, and she was soon caught by him.

From behind, I hugged her hands like a burning iron bucket, and the heat was poured on her ears, and the voice was Shaga: "Little thing... I'm so happy... I haven't been so happy for a long time..."

As he spoke, his lips were already on her neck.

That is the most pleasant feeling that lovers know about each other.

She just laughed, giggled, and gasped gently.

His hands hugged her tighter, almost crushing her into his arms.

Too long, too long, there is no such freedom.

She was limp and her whole body was like a pool of soft spring water, almost completely melting in his arms.

The grass, so soft.

The breeze is so comfortable.

He held her and sat on the grass.

Looking up, looking at the stretching moonlight.

The flowers are similar every year.

People vary from year to year.

Her head leaned against his arms and gently pressed against his chest. She felt the surprisingly tender power, and even the familiar, powerful smell of a man on him.

His chin gently rubbed against her hair, "Little thing...small thing..."

I didn't mean to say anything, I just like to call her like that.

She turned her head slightly and suddenly hugged his neck: "Your Majesty, are we all together like this in the future?"

He laughed.

But she stared at him firmly.
To be continued...