The sky turned white.

The variety of rooms highlights the different identities of the guests.

Pure white room, large bed.

Bo Zeyu had already woken up, and there was still a sleeping Mu Xiaoxiao on his arm, he touched her long silky hair, and his brows were tightly locked.

What should I tell her about the child?

It can be seen that Mu Xiaoxiao cares about their children very much, and if she tells the truth, she will inevitably be sad.

Bo Zeyu was deeply embarrassed, and his gloomy face looked at Mu Xiaoxiao again.

She was still asleep, whispering in her mouth.

Bo Zeyu leaned his ear over with interest.

She closed her eyes and breathed shallowly, and said obsessively, "Baby, help mom hit him." He smiled happily.

Bo Zeyu guessed that he in her mouth should be herself.

I don't know why Mu Xiaoxiao's dream suddenly appeared in front of me.

The three of them sat together, the child babbled, Mu Xiaoxiao always didn't teach the child to be good, what about him, one head and two big.

Such a chaotic picture.

But it made him smile.

Bo Zeyu raised his other hand to wrap around Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder, whether she was asleep or not, pressed her fiercely under him, and said, "I must give you a child." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was not fully awake, didn't hear what he was saying at all, and kicked him dissatisfiedly, "You go away." ”

Of course, she is definitely not the crown prince's opponent.

Intending to stay in bed, she was forced to do a whole set of exercises.

By the afternoon she had barely managed to get up.

Bo Zeyu had already eaten lunch and painted in the house.

Mu Xiaoxiao dragged her tired body out with big dark circles under her eyes, she didn't want to take the initiative to talk to the unscrupulous prince, she finally couldn't bear it anymore after holding it for a long time, and gradually walked in his direction.

The prince, who was painting, didn't look at her, but the pen he was carrying paused obviously, and a good and perfect ink painting finally had a flaw.

He had planned to throw it away and paint it again.

But she was stopped by Mu Xiaoxiao, she pouted and said, "What a pity to throw away the painting so well." ”

She looked at the prince's masterpiece with her eyes shining.

Fang just saw that he was holding a brush and brushing a few strokes, looking very serious, and wanted to hit him twice. Unexpectedly, I was attracted by his neat and free landscape paintings, and there was a line of small words in the upper right corner, 'Spring is late, and the trees are blooming.' Cang Geng, Cai Su Qi Qi' engraved between the lines, very chic taste, a hook and a clear and powerful.

The sharp-eyed Mu Xiaoxiao found that the scenery painted by Bo Zeyu was the Qinghe River in front of his house.

The patches of grass floating in the wind were the ones her father had been leading her to walk when she was a child.

She suddenly had mixed feelings. Looking at the portrait, he said, "I thought you didn't like Jiangnan." ”

When she was in the prince's mansion, the prince told her that he didn't want to leave the capital. He felt that Jiangnan people were too abrasive, and they chirped crookedly when they did a little thing

Crooked, quarreling means not moving your mouth, and the people watching can only be in a hurry.

Indeed, Jiangnan is not as rich as the imperial capital, nor is it as heroic as the imperial capital.

That's not cowardice, it's gentleness.

The tenderness to one's own family and the tenderness to this city is a gentleness that is warmer than the willow wind in March.

Could it be that the prince also felt it? Thinking like this, Mu Xiaoxiao moved her head to look at him, with deep expectation in her eyes.

Bo Zeyu ignored her sparkling eyes, turned the pen and said cynically, "I don't like it, the tea is not delicious, and it will rain for several days." ”

During this time, he glanced at Mu Xiaoxiao's gradually collapsed face.

The corners of her mouth curled into a smile, knowing that she had been hit enough.

Summing up the argument, "It's okay, it's not too bad where you are." ”