She withdrew her eyes that were fixed on him, looked at the unknown people in the pavilion, and sighed slightly. But when she saw her father casting kind eyes on her, Feng Ning felt warm in her heart, and then ignored it.
Everyone spread out a smile that could make the surrounding people lose their color, and sweetly called Nalan Qinghong: "Daddy——."
Seeing that his daughter was fine, Nalan Qinghong was so happy that he stood up involuntarily, letting his Feng'er happily throw herself into his arms, stroking her daughter's black hair kindly, "Feng'er, my Feng'er, what's wrong?
Thin?"
Feng Ning hesitated slightly, the long-lost concern, she only needed something so simple, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was crying slightly, "Well——, my daughter has lost weight, and now it's her father." Leaving her father's arms, Feng Ning shook her head.
Touching the hair on his head, "Why is daddy's hair turning gray again? Did he disobey his daughter again and stay up late reading? Or he didn't eat well and deliberately made his daughter feel distressed."
Thinking about the rules she had set for herself in the house, Nalan Qinghong's face swept away the gloom and smiled, "No way, Daddy does everything according to Feng'er's instructions every day, and he is completely in harmony with Feng'er.
It’s the same as before the palace.”
Feng Ning raised her eyebrows and said in a skeptical tone, "Really?"
Nalan Qinghong nodded affirmatively, and Fengning leaned in her father's arms as if no one else was around, "My daughter knows that dad is the best to Feng'er."
Both Yao Li and Liang Guojiu glanced at their daughters secretly. Ever since they were little, they had never acted coquettishly towards them like this. That heartwarming scene actually made the two rivals have the same feeling. Nalan Qinghong had
It is a blessing for a woman to be like this.
'Cough - cough -' Someone coughed, which disturbed the reunion of Feng Ning and his daughter. Only then did Nalan Qinghong come back to his senses. He hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, and he was a little too happy that he didn't remember it.
Even if she is not favored, she is still the emperor's concubine. She immediately distanced herself from Feng Ning, raised her hands to bow, and said solemnly: "My lord, Lan Qinghong, has met Concubine Ning."
Supporting his body as he was about to kneel down, Feng Ning raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Father kneels down to his daughter, do you want your daughter to lose her life or be struck by lightning?"
When Nalan Qingchong heard this, she couldn't laugh or cry. This was indeed her daughter's style. She always had her own reasons and was stronger than she imagined. "Oh, this is the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers. You are now His Majesty's concubine. I give it to you."
It is appropriate to salute."
Feudal ideas are really not as stubborn as usual, and she doesn't expect to use her own power to change anything. She shook her head helplessly, but heard her father say: "I've been here for a long time, please go and see your majesty."
Feng Ning almost forgot how many people there were here. Just when she was about to move her eyes, a soft voice sounded that made her feel cold, "Sister Concubine Ning, you and I entered the palace on the same day. We are usually busy serving His Majesty.
, I didn’t come to chat with you, don’t blame my sister.”
Feng Ning's eyes fell on the beautiful woman wearing a cherry red embroidered skirt. She sneered at her kindness. At the same time, she entered the palace. That was Concubine Hua. Feng Ning shook her body slightly, her gauze skirt swaying slightly.
, the autumn wind blew by, lifting up the elegance all over her body, she took a step forward, her body plumped up, revealing half of her sincerity: "Concubine Hua is polite. Compared with Feng Ning, your majesty is more important. How dare Feng Ning disturb your concubine when she is accompanying your majesty?"
." After watching a play, Feng Ning naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity to have fun.