Late spring.

The night mist fills the small courtyard, the garden is full of flowers, the moonlight is quiet, and the scenery in the main courtyard is like a fairyland.

The woman in purple held the baby in her arms, sat on the fence of the verandah, and while looking at the gauzy mist in the garden, she hummed the ballad of Liang Guo: "Jiang Youzhu, the son returns, not me and ......"

Lu Lianli is a little older now, unlike before when he slept all day, he seems to like to come out to see the scenery, and his big eyes look around curiously.

Listening to the song humming by his mother, the little one's mouth was also chirping and chirping.

"Princess, it's cold at night, so you better go to the house and rest." A gust of night wind blew, and Grandma Chen was worried that Lu Lianli would catch a cold, so she persuaded Wen Yujiao to go back to the house.

Chapter 125 of "The Concubine of the Palace" The son is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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