Eucommia ulmoides glanced at the eldest lady and her eldest daughter on the side with a vague look in her eyes, and her eyes darkened again.
"Dad, today Qing'er wishes you a long life!" he said in a short sentence.
Du Xiaoxiao on the side almost laughed out loud.
No one dared to say it openly, but they all secretly thought, what kind of gift is this?!
"Okay, thank you Qing'er. If Qing'er is happy every day, dad and I will naturally live longer! Haha..."
Eucommia ulmoides has pointed out something before and meant something later...
The prayer beads that the eldest lady never left her hand paused in her sleeves.
"Sister, my father has heard a lot of my congratulations today. I wonder what you have prepared for me, sister?"
Du Xiaoxiao had no intention of letting her good sister off easily. Besides, she was so happy now that she had nowhere to use her energy...
Zeng Lanjun secretly sweated, what should I do? I had already given the congratulatory gift when I came today. If I give any gift at this time, let alone saying it is inappropriate, there is no time to prepare it...
Shangguan Yu's face was expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Du Yiqing, who was standing in the center.
"It's natural to give gifts to dad on his birthday, but if it comes to things bought in the market, Qing'er doesn't like them. If it's the things that Grandma Huang, the Emperor or the Queen Mother gave to Qing'er, it would seem that Qing'er doesn't take them seriously.
Daddy...
As for dancing and singing, Qing'er just said that these are the things of the younger daughter's family, and Qing'er is not as proficient as her elder sister..."
Du Yiqing spoke every sentence, and although he said it calmly, the listeners could only describe it as wary.
Du Xiaoxiao was happily waiting for Du Yiqing to look embarrassed, but when she heard the last sentence, she couldn't laugh anymore.
He quickly turned to look at Shangguan Yu, and unexpectedly...he was smiling...
Du Xiaoxiao was resentful that the dance she had been practicing so hard even though she was suffering from illness had become a toy for her younger daughter... But she couldn't fault it, because Du Yiqing's last seemingly complimentary words were called
She couldn't resist.
"So sister, what is your gift today? Take it out and call it to His Majesty the Emperor, and all the distinguished guests to take a look at it..." Du Xiaoxiao suppressed his anger and asked in a pleasant manner.
Du Yiqing saw the anger in those eyes clearly.
Du Yiqing raised her red lips slightly, bowed slightly, lowered her head and said, "Please forgive me. Qing'er is not ready for today's gift..."
His Majesty the Emperor's face twitched, and the wine glass in Zeng Lanjun's hand was almost crushed with force.
Du Xiaoxiao opened his eyes wide at first, then quickly became full of smiles.
Shangguan Yu was indifferent, his eyes just paused, and there was a smile on his lips again.
Eucommia was a little embarrassed, but still said: "If you are not prepared, forget it. Dad's biggest gift is you two sisters! You are healthy and happy, and Dad is happy!"
The corners of Du Yiqing's lips curled up, and she said in a naughty and coquettish way: "Dad, what you said made Qing'er unhappy. They only said that they were ready, but they didn't say that they wouldn't give dad a gift~"
Everyone was secretly laughing in their hearts. It was expected that a silly young lady did not prepare any gifts.
But Du Yiqing's words aroused everyone's interest again, and everyone's eyes once again focused on Du Yiqing standing in the middle.
Du Zhong's gloomy eyes were a little more clear and expectant. He also wanted to know what the first gift his daughter would give him would be?
Du Yiqing was quite smart when she was first born, but suddenly she had a high fever and turned into a fool. Over the years, if we talk about Du Zhong's birthday gifts, from the emperor to officials to the eldest lady and Xiaoxiao, he accepted them.
Quite a few, but this gift from my daughter is the first time...
Thinking of this, Eucommia ulmoides's eyes were filled with expectations...