Blinked awkwardly, without a moment of hesitation, he took out his small hand from Su Chuqing's sleeve, stretched it out, smiled, and said: "Father, I want to hug you." ”

The appearance is well-behaved and pleasant, and likable.

It's very similar to Chu Yao.

Su Zhimo shook his head helplessly, leaned over, picked up Su Chuting, and then looked at Su Chuqing, "Come in and close the door." ”

turned around, and took Su Chuting to the door of the dormitory.

Picking paintings and listening to the piano also woke up, looking at the people in the courtyard with sleepy eyes, a little dazed.

Why are the emperor, the crown prince and the princess here?

"Painting, it's snowing...... Tingqin was the first to react, stretching out his hand to probe the snowflakes, "It's the first snow." ”

Caihua was stunned, smiled, and glanced at Tingqin.

The emperor, the prince and the princess are here to accompany the mother to enjoy the snow?

"Listen to the piano, clean up, let's go prepare some tea and pastries." Cai Hua was a little happy, and then told him intimately: "We still have to close the news, and we can't let other people in the palace know, otherwise Niangniang will be in trouble." ”

Tingqin nodded in understanding.

In the room, the door was open, and the snowflakes drifted in the doorway, and the heat in the room instantly melted into snow.

Chu Yao looked at the big and two small ones beside him, and had an inexplicable experience.

I don't reject it, but I feel very comfortable and comfortable.

Su Chuqing was quietly beside her, sitting side by side, the small one, but very old, holding a teacup, tasting it in small sips, as if she had tasted bitterness, frowned, and intimately changed Chu Yao's tea to another cup.

And Su Zhimo and Su Chuting were in front of the bookcase, drawing pictures of beauties together.

Su Chuting always complained that Su Zhimo's painting was not good enough: "Father, this look must be full of affection, and the eyes and heart must be bright." The lips are not light enough, obviously not like this, my father can't paint at all, and his sons will paint them. ”

snatched the pen, and the fleshy little hand added a few strokes to the rice paper, "The beauty should look like this." Gentle and delicate, with the brilliance of maternal love. ”

The more Chu Yao listened, the more curious he became, and took the initiative to talk to Su Chuqing beside him: "What are they painting?" ”

Su Chuqing put down the teacup, put her hands on her knees, and replied very seriously: "Queen Mother, they are drawing beautiful pictures." ”

Beauty figures?

Chu Yao became interested, got up, and walked towards the bookcase.

Su Chuqing also got up and helped Chu Yao, for fear that she would fall down if she was weak: "Queen Mother, slow down, be careful of falling." ”

Chu Yao smiled, who is the child?

When I walked to the bookcase, I was stunned when I saw the almost equal picture of the beauty that had been drawn.

It's her above.

But it was when she was young.

What he looked like when he was about eleven or twelve.

Su Chuting pouted and complained, "My father's painting doesn't look like the queen mother at all, the queen mother has always been gentle and virtuous, how can she dress up so high-spirited!" ”

Su Zhimo said: "When your mother was a teenager, she was indeed high-spirited. ”

Archery hunting, all have her posture.

At that time, Chu Yao was only eleven years old......

Su Zhimo fell into a long memory, but compared to the collapse of the country ten years later, what he remembered more deeply was when he met Chu Yao for the first time.

But after entering the palace, Chu Yao was dragged down by reality and time.

His gaze fell on Chu Yao's body, quietly, passing with time.

Feeling the man's gaze, Chu Yao raised his eyes, took his gaze away from the beauty picture, and crashed into Su Zhimo's deep eyes, with ripples in his heart.

Su Zhimo saw her when she was eleven or twelve years old?

Why didn't she remember that she had crossed paths with Su Zhimo?

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