Yaoyao leaned closer, put her little face on her stomach, and listened as if she was listening, but she didn't know what she heard, but she opened a pair of beautiful black eyes and said, "There must be a younger brother inside." ”

Lin Qingyuan: "......"

Long Xuan sneered and squatted down in front of Yaoyao, "It's not my brother." ”

Yaoyao looked at the cousin curiously, "What's that?" ”

"It's a nephew, but you're his aunt." Long Xuan corrected solemnly.

Yaoyao looked at him with a confused expression, "What is a nephew?" ”

"Nephew is ......"

Lin Qingyuan listened to the two of them discussing the issue of seniority, and it was a little messy.

They haven't given birth yet, so why are they so sure they're boys?

……

Winter went to spring, and when Jill was eight years old, there was chaos in southern Xinjiang, and he was sent by the dragon martingale to quell the chaos on the seventh day of the first month.

One night when the seventh day of the new year left, Jill had a dream.

I don't know what she dreamed of, she screamed, and woke up sweating profusely.

Looking at the familiar room, she suddenly felt scared.

Dragged her little pillow and ran out.

It was already late at night, Lu Liangwei was woken up by the dragon martingale, his eyes were hazy with mist, and his hands were clinging to his strong back, wanting to welcome and refuse.

A thin layer of sweat was dyed on the dragon's forehead, and she was tormented to the point of madness.

Just then, there was a knock at the temple door.

Lu Liang was slightly stunned, completely sobered up, and pushed the man on his body, "Someone knocked on the door." ”

Long Ying's brows furrowed slightly, and she pulled back her face to look outside, and her voice was hoarse, "Don't pay attention." ”

Sure enough, the knock on the door outside rang a few times and then disappeared, as if Zhan Qing had pulled the person away.

Lu Liangwei was still a little unsure.

In the entire palace, no one dared to knock on the door of their dormitory in the middle of the night, unless ......

Thinking that it might be children, she got up from under the dragon martingale and said anxiously: "It may be children, you can go out and have a look." ”

Long Ying's eyes were in love, and he was displeased to be disturbed, but if he didn't go out to see it, Weiwei would obviously not feel at ease.

He had no choice but to pull out.

At this moment, Ji's choked voice came from outside, "Father, mother, ......"

As soon as Long Ying heard that it was Ji'er, the displeasure on his face disappeared, and without Lu Liang's slight urging, he took his robe and put it on, then got up and walked out quickly to open the door.

It's already autumn, and the night is heavy with dew.

Jill stood outside the door, holding a pillow in her hand, led by Zhan Qing, looking at the man who opened the door with tears on her face.

"Father's ......"

Seeing her daughter's tearful face, Long Ying's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward and hugged her.

Jill is eight years old this year, and her father and queen mother rarely hold her, but at this time, she was suddenly held in her father's arms, and the anxiety of waking up from a nightmare dispelled a little.

"Why is Jill crying?"

Sensing her daughter's uneasiness, the dragon martingale gently patted her back and asked softly.

Jill hugged his father's neck tightly and lay quietly on his shoulder, silent.

Seeing this, Long Ying didn't ask anything more, he raised his finger and wiped the tears from her face, his voice became more and more gentle, "Ji'er is not afraid, there is a father and the emperor." ”

After a moment, Jill raised his little face and said sullenly, "Jill wants to sleep with his father and queen mother." ”

"Okay." The dragon martingale responded gently.

When Lu Liangwei came out in a dress, he saw the father and daughter hugging each other, a warm picture.

Jill saw her and called out obediently, "Queen Mother......"

Lu Liangwei walked over, stretched out his hand to her, and said gently, "Ji'er, come, the queen mother hugs you." ”

Jill hugged the dragon martingale's neck and shook his head, "No, Jill is very heavy, and it will tire the queen mother." ”。

Lu Liangwei was moved by her intimacy, and he didn't force her, reached out and rubbed her head, and said softly: "It's cold outside, come in." ”