Empress Feng had already observed his expression and made two palace maids slap him for full-time job. When she saw the little prince making a fuss, Empress Feng was anxious and immediately turned her eyes. The palace maid's fan was even more violent. But this seemed to be useless, and the wind could not blow in at all.
The fat inside the little prince's body was too thick, which blocked the wind.
But at this time, the roasted lamb also came.
The little prince immediately went to grab it, it was completely the style of Xianbei people.
Sven's knife and fork were thrown aside, and his hands were filled with oil and water, eating and drinking.
It’s even hotter when you eat the barbecue.
He stared at the palace maid behind him and said viciously: "How did you fan the wind? Dead slave... Damn slave..."
Tuoba Hong coughed and his brows frowned slightly.
I knew that if I couldn't stay with this child for a long time, he would soon reveal his true colors.
Feng Miaozhi's face almost turned pale.
"Qinger..."
Tuoba Hong smiled: "It's okay, the child is young, the weather is hot..."
Fortunately, the little devil might have just remembered that his father was by his side, so he actually stopped to eat obediently and stopped scolding the palace maids.
"Your Majesty, ask him..."
"The queen has been well educated, and Xun'er has made a lot of progress now... The child is like a sapling, and he has to do it step by step. As long as he persists, Xun'er will definitely become a good child..."
"Thank you for your understanding."
Feng Miaozhi gradually showed a smile on her face, and the concubines also took the opportunity to please her.
The breeze is blowing here, and it is approaching night. The tree is big and deep, so he doesn't feel very hot. But seeing a layer of oily sweat on his forehead, white, making his body fat more prominent, in the silk
The wide robe and big sleeves were also trembling...
Tuoba Hong has been dating over the years, and his aesthetic tastes tend to be calm and comfortable, with ice and jade bones, cool and sweat-free, but when he sees his son, he is not as gentle as his politeness.
Pi? He was extremely stupid, his head was covered in oil and sweat, as if he could find a handful of white oil flowers by applying a handful of wipes.
There was a faint feeling of disgust in my heart, and I didn't like it no matter how I looked at it.