The scene of reunion after a long separation is a bit strange.
Tao Xiaowei hugged her sensible son, her sweetheart, and couldn't stop crying. She couldn't stop crying because she regretted missing the children's most important growing years. Yan Ying, who was like a little adult, held a brocade handkerchief in his hand and helped her from time to time.
The mother wiped her tears, a rare warmth appeared on her usually cold face, and let Tao Xiaowei hold her in her arms without struggling.
On Yan Xi's side, Yan Chuyao unceremoniously occupied Tao Xiaowei's special throne. She put her small arms around Yan Xi's neck and looked at him fascinated. From time to time, she would get up and kiss her father's cheek, or
Rubbing his hard expression, he was not afraid of Yan Xi's indifference at all.
"Father, do you miss Yaoyao?" Yan Chuyao asked quietly in Yan Xi's ear. Before he could come back, she immediately pointed to Tao Xiaowei with a smile, "How long will the queen continue to cry? Ying'er
The skirt of my clothes is all wet, huh, it’s better for me, Father, not to hold Yaoyao and cry, otherwise I will definitely find a way to escape immediately."
When Yan Ying heard his name, he took the time to glare at Yan Chuyao. When his eyes crossed with Yan Xi's, they were as cold as water.[
Fu'er walked to the table again and brought warm tea to his mother, so that she could replenish her tears in time.
Yan Chuyao continued to act coquettishly, holding Yan Xi's cold left hand with both hands and shaking it, "Father, Yaoyao is hungry. She was picked up by the palace maids early in the morning to pick her up. She didn't even drink hot tea. You
Go and coax the Queen Mother, put your tears away and start dinner, please."
Before Yan Xi could react, Yan Ying glared at her with dissatisfaction, obviously dissatisfied with the way she treated Tao Xiaowei.
She coquettishly stuck out her pink tongue and retreated into Yan Xi's arms to take refuge. She was so cute.
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This is an ordinary family dinner, with twelve dishes that are full of color, flavor and flavor, placed on a small round table to complement each other.
All the eunuchs and eunuchs who were serving the palace were kicked out. No one wanted to leave outsiders present in such an occasion.
This time, the person sitting next to Tao Xiaowei was Yan Chuyao. The little girl tried her best to make her mother laugh. She held her hand and asked her questions in a sweet voice. It was almost a shrunken Tao Xiaowei sitting there.