Those soft little hands quickly left his cheeks, with a kind of intimacy and joy unique to children: "My father never gives me cakes to eat, and he never hugs me to sleep."
He was very curious: "Don't your father love you?"
"No, I only met him twice."
Luo Jia felt strange. Could it be the two times he witnessed? Why is this? Although the King of Dayan has many daughters, he is not inferior to an ugly girl like her, but he is emotional and reasonable, and he will not even face his daughter.
You haven't seen it, right? Moreover, that Concubine Zhang is her mother-in-law. It seems that she is very favored. How could she give birth to a daughter who is so disliked?
He suddenly asked: "Who is your mother-in-law?"
"It's Concubine Zhang. When I was born, people said she almost died in childbirth. People said I was a broom star, and fortune tellers said I would kill her and my father, so she never met me..."
She actually called her mother "Empress Zhang". No wonder when he first saw her, she was dressed like a palace maid. She couldn't believe she was a princess. She didn't even know how to read. It turned out that she was raised in the cold palace.
He was like a handyman. However, I always felt strange about her words. Even if it was a difficult delivery, there was no need for a daughter to neglect her daughter like this, right?
He patted her little face and said, "That's fine. When you get to the palace in the North, you will have a good life."
She clapped her hands and said very excitedly: "Father, are we going to the North to eat roast lamb?"
“What roast lamb?”
"The female officer said that if you throw it into the fire, it will be more fragrant and tender than lamb. Isn't that roast lamb? I have seen it prepared by the palace maids when they held banquets, but they didn't let me eat it and drove me aside...
"
Luojia was shocked, and suddenly remembered his purpose. When he looked at those big bright eyes, he realized that the little fat piggy was smiling, with rosy cheeks and a big dimple on both sides, which were sunken deeply.
Go to the exciting place, like a lovely angel.
He didn't dare to meet her eyes and smiled mysteriously: "You will know when we get there."
She muttered, truly like a spoiled child: "What do you mean, why should we go to the North Country?"