Quickly lowering his eyes, Kant glanced at Wenqin, and the two quietly retreated, leaving only the embarrassed Jiang Yao and Duan Jingyan who looked like they were waiting to watch the play.

"Your Majesty, the concubine heard that if the child's father tells the child a story, the child can become smarter, why don't the emperor try it?"

Jiang Yao looked at Duan Jingyan with an expectant expression, but the provocation in his eyes did not escape his eyes.

Was this a reward for him for letting her sing?

"Oh? How come I've never heard of this, and besides, my father never told me stories when I was a child, so I'm not smart? ”

When he said these words, Duan Jingyan looked at Jiang Yao fixedly, and there were small pieces of sunlight that fell on Duan Jingyan's gaze, adding a bit of luster to his originally calm and waveless eyes.

Rao was saying such teasing words, but the depths of his eyes were still calm, if it weren't for Jiang Yao's deep understanding of the emperor's urine, maybe he would have been really confused, thinking that the man in front of him was flirting with him.

"That'...... Why don't the concubines sing a song to Yao, and the emperor will tell Yao a story? Jiang Yao's eyes were blazing and he looked towards Duan Jingyan, and the look in his eyes almost shook Duan Jingyan's eyes.

"Okay, A-Yao will sing a song." Duan Jingyan's voice became much softer, and Jiang Yao shuddered in his heart, what kind of ambiguous tone did this emperor do.

Then he didn't look at Duan Jingyan, and directly hugged the eldest prince and sang softly: "The black sky is low, the bright stars are with each other, the insects are flying, the insects are flying, who are you missing, the stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the ground are withering, the cold wind is blowing, the cold wind is blowing, as long as you are with ......."

Duan Jingyan looked at Jiang Yao bathed in the sun, as if the glow was his clothes, and the gentle and entangled singing voice came, not as peculiar as just now, but there was a special tenderness in it, Duan Jingyan couldn't help but be stupid.

When the singing ended, the cry of the eldest prince gradually stopped, and Jiang Yao raised his little chin as soon as he turned around and said, "Your Majesty, the concubine is finished singing, it's time for you to tell the story." ”

Duan Jingyan looked at the woman in front of him like a proud little peacock, and couldn't help but agree: "Okay, I'll tell Ah Yao the story of Hou Yi shooting the sun." ”

As soon as she heard this name, Jiang Yao's first reaction turned out to be a descendant of the shooter in the glory of kings, she suddenly began to miss the days when there was an Internet and a mobile phone, the cool breeze was blowing under the air conditioner, playing with the mobile phone connected to the wifi, and there were open potato chips at hand.

The more she thought about Jiang Yao, the more fascinated she became, until Duan Jingyan's deep voice came, Jiang Yao shook her head, and almost forgot that the big pig's trotters were still here, she couldn't be sloppy.

But......

Can anyone tell her what the hell this is about? Is it a story or a lesson?

Is there such a storyteller? It's as plain as plain water!

Jiang Yao looked towards Ah Yao, and sure enough, he saw that he was already dazed and about to fall asleep, not to mention a child, even she, a mother, felt like she was going to fall asleep, okay......

But Duan Jingyan watched the eldest prince become well-behaved in an instant, and thought that he had spoken well, so he looked at Jiang Yao.

That look, Jiang Yao twitched the corner of her eyes fiercely, she was not mistaken, the big pig's trotters are asking for praise?

"It is worthy of the emperor, as soon as this story is told, Ah Yao really fell asleep obediently."

Jiang Yao praised against her heart, but the slightly twitching corners of her eyes did not escape Duan Jingyan's eyes, this woman was disgusting him?