As soon as she got in the car, she took off her cloak and wore only a refreshing jacket and skirt.

Zhao Yuanjing touched her body and said with a smile: "It's not cold when you wear it so thinly?" ”

"It's still hot." Yun Dai reached out and took his folding fan, unfolded it, hula hula fan, "Even though it's autumn, it's a little hot." ”

"Don't be greedy, it will not be good for your body in the future. After all, it's confinement. Zhao Yuanjing took away the folding fan and didn't allow her to fan the wind again.

"Give me back the fan." Yun Dai reached out and grabbed it.

Zhao Yuanjing shrank back: "Don't make trouble, I'm for your good, don't make a fuss, otherwise I'll turn my face." ”

Yun Dai stood up and reached for the fan he reached for.

It's a pity that she is short and short-handed, where can she snatch Zhao Yuanjing.

The two of them got into a mess.

She sat down and said, "Look what they put on me, such a thick leather cloak!" It's a sincere attempt to heat me to death. I gave birth to a baby, and I didn't come back from an iceberg. ”

"You take off your cloak, sit quietly for a while, and soon it will be no longer hot." Zhao Yuanjing comforted her and shook his head again, "My temper is getting bigger and bigger, and I dare to snatch something from my hands." ”

Yun Dai glanced at him and said with a smile: "After giving birth, it is normal for a mother to have a big change in hormones and a big temper. ”

"It's full of gossip again." Zhao Yuanjing took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, "You can be quiet, the more angry you are, the hotter you feel." ”

The two of them laughed, and the sound inevitably came outside.

Zhao Yuanhe has always been an amazing hearing, and he can hear almost every word and word in the carriage.

He tilted his head slightly, and said with a warm smile: "When I was outside, I heard that the imperial brother had a favorite concubine. I still want to think about it, the royal brother is such a cold character, where would he spoil women. Looking at it now, I thought it was wrong. ”

Zhao Shu looked ahead, expressionless.

Zhao Yuanhe asked with great interest: "Little Uncle Huang, did you see the two little princesses just now, what do they look like?" But it's like the appearance of our Zhao family? ”

Zhao Shu thought of the two little princesses' chubby round faces and round apricot eyes, so he showed a faint smile: "They look exactly the same, they all look like mothers." If you say where it looks like the Zhao family, the nose and mouth. ”

"So, the eyes don't look like the Zhao family?" Zhao Yuanhe was a little happy.

The Zhao family's typical Danfeng eyes, the emperor's uncles and brothers are all there, but he is not.

Now that he has two little nieces, they are really not Danfengyan, Zhao Yuanhe is very happy in his heart.

He smiled and asked, "They look more like Yunhuang's sister-in-law?" Yunhuang's sister-in-law is a peerless beauty? Otherwise, with the temperament of the royal brother, he would not spoil her like this. ”

"Peerless beauty?" Zhao Shu glanced in the direction of the chariot.

The curtain of the carriage was blown open by the wind, revealing a little of Yun Dai's side face.

She seemed to be in good spirits, well-rested, and had a refreshing smile.

After all, she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she doesn't look like she has already given birth to three children, she is still a sweet and moving girl, with a clear smile and a light posture.

He retracted his gaze and said softly: "She's not a peerless beauty, she's just a bit of an annoying girl." ”

"Annoying?" Zhao Yuanhe was a little surprised, and said with a smile, "Although I can't see the appearance of Yunhuang's sister-in-law, I can listen to her speak sweetly and pleasantly, and her laughter is brisk, she must be a pleasing woman." Didn't Uncle Mo have any misunderstanding about Yunhuang's sister-in-law? "A hundred plating, the latest chapter of "The Queen is My Black Moonlight Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.

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