"So, I can't give him anything too sweet during this period."
"Okay, Hong'er, didn't you hear the Queen Mother's words? Don't eat Tangtang, otherwise it will become big buck teeth in the future. Hahaha, a child with teeth will become a big child, and you can chew bones next year
It's... "
...
Because of the first time that the family of three had eaten in this way, full of deep affection, Emperor Hongwen had a big appetite and ate three big bowls. Even Fangfei's bowl was full of vegetables he had picked up, just like a hill.
Too intimacy makes people feel even more uncomfortable.
She just finished eating silently, quickly pushed the bowl away, and never let him pick up food again.
The whole room was filled with sweet and long-lost family happiness. Emperor Hongwen stayed for too long and was unhappy. Fangfei saw that the child was tired of playing, so she fell in the arms of her father and her eyes were already narrowed.
"Your Majesty, it's too late today, Hong'er should go to bed."
Emperor Hongwen was still holding his son, but he was reluctant to leave: "Empress Dowager, let me accompany Hong'er for one night tonight, okay?"
"Your Majesty has been in Beiwudang for quite some time in the future. You won't be able to see you tomorrow, so why should you do this?"
Emperor Hongwen had no choice.
Even though we meet every day, how can we be as happy as a family of three?
His throat is so dry that it smokes, and his body is so dry that it smokes. How can a man, facing his beautiful wife, not long for the joy of life and love?
It's really imprisoned for too long and suppressed for too long.
If you don’t see each other, you can’t think about it. If you don’t meet, how can you not imagine it?
His eyes were burning like fire, imprinted on her lips, the plump and rosy lips.
She hurriedly moved her face away.
Emperor Hongwen's face was pressed against his son's sleeping face, but he stubbornly refused to leave.
Fangfei coughed: "Your Majesty..."
He then realized that he raised his head. The warmth on his son's little face was still remaining on his face. Melancholy could not resist this real warmth. He put the child in the cradle, walked to the door, and glanced at Fangfei again.