Now that it has been changed here, it is enough to double the number of palace people.

Ziyi and Tsing Yi followed behind her, and said happily: "The queen doesn't know, I moved here a few days ago, and the emperor was very attentive, so he came over to stare at it, and said that the mother likes the bamboo in Pingle Garden, and asked someone to move the bamboo." ”

"Really?" Yun Dai turned to the back and looked, and sure enough, a piece of bamboo stood in the night, shadowed by the light of the lantern.

Yuzhu sighed: "The emperor is so good to his master. ”

Tsing Yi said: "The furniture in this bedroom, the warm pavilion and the study are also arranged by the emperor himself. The slave maid looked at it, she was deliberately waiting for the mother to come back today and give the mother a surprise. ”

Yun Dai walked to the bedroom and saw a thick and soft long blanket on the floor.

Ziyi said: "This is also what the emperor ordered, saying that when the mother goes to the ground without shoes, her feet will not be cold." also said that it is convenient for the little princesses to crawl and play in the future, and they can't fall. ”

"It's warm, but it's a hassle to clean up." Yun Dai said.

"There is a change, the slaves and maids will be cleaned every day, don't worry, don't worry, make sure it's clean, and you won't mess with the little princesses." Tsing Yi said with a smile.

After seeing it inside and out, Zhao Yuanjing also came.

He didn't even change his clothes, so he hurried in.

"What does the Empress think of the arrangement here?" He stretched out his hand to take Qian'er and hugged him, and there was a kind of pride waiting for someone to praise him in his words.

Yun Dai smiled: "Very good, I like it very much." ”

She moved closer to him and whispered, "Thank you, Zhao Yuanjing." ”

Zhao Yuanjing was slightly stunned, looked at her amber pupils up close, and bowed his head and kissed her. That wasn't enough, and he moved down again, kissing her on the mouth.

The surrounding palace people were all busy hanging their heads.

Qian'er bit her fingers and looked at them with an innocent expression.

Yan'er hugged Yun Dai's neck, and pouted her little mouth, and said in a milky voice: "Yan'er wants it too." ”

Yun Dai blushed and glared at Zhao Yuanjing.

"Stinky boy, what do you want. Get out of the way and play. Zhao Yuanjing hugged Qian'er in one hand and Yun Dai in the other and entered the house.

At this time, the toddler in the nurse's arms suddenly began to cry.

Yun Dai hurriedly turned around and said, "This kid ...... Every time I hugged my sister and didn't hug her, she started crying. Such a small child will be jealous...... I don't know who it is. ”

She said and glanced at Zhao Yuanjing.

Zhao Yuanjing was a little embarrassed, pretended to cough, and said, "Bring the child to me." ”

He held Qian'er in one hand and the toddler in the other, and the little sisters were happy. The toddler also shoved his saliva-filled fingers into his father's mouth.

Yun Dai saw that she hurriedly stopped them and asked the nurse to come and take them away.

Zhao Yuanjing snorted: "You dislike me again." ”

"Nope."

"Still say no?" Zhao Yuanjing said dissatisfiedly, "Every time my daughters want me to eat their hands, you don't allow it." The little girl wants to give me her hand to eat, and you don't allow it. This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. ”

"Adults' saliva is not clean, and children can't eat it."

"Not clean? Aren't you disgusted? ”

"I mean, they're still young, they're not very resistant, they can't touch the saliva of adults, a lot of bacteria." Yun Dai was in a hurry and said something he didn't understand.

Although Zhao Yuanjing didn't understand much, it didn't prevent him from doing it.

He handed the baby to the nurse, put his free hand around her neck, pulled her in front of him, and kissed her. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" for free for the first time.

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