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"Your Highness." A soft-looking woman came from outside with a two- or three-month-old child in her arms, and called out softly to Her Highness, the voice was so soft that it was almost crisp to the bones.

The child lay peacefully in the woman's arms, and Yi Yi didn't know what he was talking about.

Seeing the woman, Mo Yuheng raised his head, there was a trace of tenderness in his cold eyes, and said, "Why are you here?" It's hot, beware of the sun. ”

Seeing that Mo Yuheng was related to her son, the woman's heart was soft, she smiled lightly, and said, "Don't get in the way, Yan'er wants to order, and the concubine will take Yan'er over to see His Highness." ”

Although His Royal Highness has a lot of concubines, but since the accident of the crown princess, there has been no hostess, even if there are two side concubines, His Royal Highness is lukewarm to them.

But His Highness is very special to her, and she can always see tenderness in His Highness's eyes.

"Really?" The corners of Mo Yuheng's mouth lightly crossed a small amplitude, and if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't be able to see it at all, so he stretched out his hands to his son and said, "Come, father, hug." ”

The three-month-old child didn't understand anything, and looked at Mo Yuheng curiously with a pair of eyes.

Mo Yuheng took the child from Rong Meiren's arms and threw it up and down twice, which frightened Mo Yunyan into crying, and Mo Yuheng frowned in displeasure.

"Your Highness, Bian'er is timid, he will be frightened." Rong Meiren glanced at Mo Yuheng with disgust, her tone was a little blameful, and she immediately snatched her son from Mo Yuheng's arms and coaxed her softly.

This man just can't take children, such a big child is so timid, how can he throw so high.

Looking at this quiet and peaceful scene, Mo Yuheng was a little stunned.

He has always regarded her as a slow substitute, and Rong Meiren's tolerance slowly reverted to Murong Rong, but it is not after all.

If Che'er was scared by him and cried, he would never blame him, but would look at his son with contempt, and then tap his forehead, saying that he was timid, but Che'er liked him to throw him high like this when he was a child.

Mo Yuheng sat back a little decadently, his face a little haggard.

It's been two years, and he still can't treat them as mother and son have left.

Sensing Mo Yuheng's weirdness, Rong Meiren looked over, only to realize that she had said the wrong thing just now, and hurriedly confessed, "The concubine knows that she is wrong, and I hope Your Highness will forgive her sins." ”

Usually, His Royal Highness spoiled her too much, making her forget her humility.

No matter how His Highness spoils her, but His Highness is His Highness, she is just a concubine of His Highness, how can she blame His Highness.

His Royal Highness is the future emperor.

"Nothing." Mo Yuheng shook his head absentmindedly, and raised his eyes to look at Rong Meiren again, very seriously.

From the face that was four or five points similar, he could always see through her slowly, slowly smiling, her every move, every step she took in the East Palace, he wanted to look like a beautiful woman living slowly.

In that way, he will be able to continue to deceive himself, and slowly still exist.

But it's not after all!

There is no second person in this world who dares to do anything with him, and no one stretches his face over when he is angry and wants to do something, pointing to his face and saying angrily: Mo Yuheng, you fight, come and go here.

No one said to him: Even if I slaughter all the people you love around you, how can you love me, I can spoil you and replace you.

He remembered everything she had said to him, but the scene was still the same, and things had long been different.

"Sit down, stay with me for a while." Mo Yuheng returned his gaze to the fold of the bookcase, took the pen and dipped it in ink, and left annotations on it.

"Yes." Rong Meiren bowed slightly, and then still walked to the side, sat down on the brocade stool, and quietly didn't say anything.

Mo Yuheng rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead and smiled self-deprecatingly.

If it is slow, let alone let her sit back with him, I am afraid that she will not easily step into this study.

When he moved the study to her inner room, she didn't stay in the room all day, except for Che'er's nap.

"Is Your Highness tired? Do you want a concubine to press you? Rong Meiren asked cautiously.

"No need, how do you press it while you hold it." Mo Yuheng refused without thinking about it, Yan'er didn't like him to hug, did she want him to hold Yan'er, she pressed him.

“······” Rong Meiren was a little embarrassed, and she didn't speak.

It was quiet for a while, maybe it was too boring, no one teased Mo Yunbian, and cried again with a flat mouth.

Mo Yuheng frowned in displeasure, how could he remember that Che'er didn't cry so much before.

"Yan'er, don't cry, it's noisy to your father." Rong Meiren gently patted Mo Yunyan's back, and her eyes glanced at Mo Yuheng's side, for fear that Mo Yunyan would cry and anger Mo Yuheng.

Mo Yuheng was distraught by the noise, he had never found children annoying, and for the first time, he felt that children's cries were annoying.

Mo Yuheng stood up, chose a clean pen and walked to Rong Meiren's side, bent over and grabbed Mo Yunyan's little hand, opened the palm, and put the fluffy disadvantages in Mo Yunyan's palm and slid it gently, "I'm crying, my father will tickle you." ”

Rong Meiren was taken aback by Mo Yuheng, who suddenly stood up, and then saw Mo Yuheng's movements, and couldn't help but be amused.

I don't know if it was infected by Rong Meiren's smile or tickled by Mo Yuheng, Mo Yunyan put away her crying and giggled.

The little hand pinched the end of the pen and said that he would not let go of anything, Mo Yuheng could only let go helplessly, and said: "It turns out that we want a pen!" ”

Mo Yunyan grabbed the pen and put it in front of him, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he smiled when he saw the beauty.

"We will definitely be gentle and elegant readers in the future." Rong Meiren gently pinched Mo Yunyan's little nose, not noticing Mo Yuheng's fleeting change.

After a while, it should be tired of playing, Mo Yunyan fell asleep in Rong Meiren's arms, didn't he flatten his mouth, with an expression of wanting to cry or not.

"We really look like Your Highness." Rong Meiren's sigh of satisfaction.

She is now favored by His Royal Highness, and she has a son by her side, as for the future, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

Although this concubine is more noble than her, and she also has the support of a tough foreign family, Her Royal Highness is always cold to her, if this situation is followed, His Royal Highness will ascend the throne in the future, even if she can't ascend to the back seat, but the position of one of the four concubines should not be able to run.

In the future, if Bian'er is a little more promising, he can also rely on his mother and son.

Mo Yuheng looked at Mo Yunyan, he couldn't see that Yan'er looked like him at all, but he felt that Yan'er was more like a beauty.

Che'er is really like him, that is his only son-in-law, his eldest son-in-law, but he didn't protect him well, he's sorry for her, I'm sorry for slowly.

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