Feng Qingli was stunned.

Fengmian and everyone in the Taihe Hall were also stunned.

A sentence came to the minds of the ministers at the same time.

The little county lord is really clever and likable!

And it's really cute!

That's a nondescript gesture...... With a big red palace dress and a small cape with a plush snow-white fox fur, it is too cute and cute.

They can't learn what they want to!

was moe's face of blood.

Suddenly there was a great silence in the Taihe Palace.

Everyone was waiting for the wind to clear the entrance.

Feng Qingli picked up Xiao Yanbao and looked down at the third child who was kneeling on the ground.

"Since Yanbao and the prince and others intercede for you, and it coincides with the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, this is the only time, not an example!"

Feng Sanlie's face turned pale.

But keep your head down, no one can see.

His words almost came out between his teeth.

"Yes, Emperor Xie! His Royal Highness Prince Xie and his fourth brother. ”

Feng Qingli hummed lightly, and returned to the main seat with Xiao Yanbao in his arms.

From beginning to end, Feng Qingli didn't glance at Song Mingzhao who was waiting next to him.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner began again.

The dancers entered again, and the musicians played again.

The whole Taihe Hall is singing and dancing, and the planning is staggered.

It seems that the previous assassination, the deposed queen, and the confiscation of the military power of the town and the state have never happened at all.

The ministers are all human spirits.

The heart is as clear as a mirror.

Originally, some ministers who were good with Zhenguo Bus didn't dare to go to Zhenguogong's table to talk at this time.

The atmosphere of the palace banquet was strangely harmonious.

The Zhenguo Mansion is almost unattended.

At the end of the palace banquet, the ministers and their families went out of the palace and returned to their respective homes, and Feng Qingli and a group of palace concubines were still staying in the Taihe Hall to keep the New Year.

Xiao Yanbao ate and drank to his heart's content, and soon began to yawn.

Feng Qingli kept holding her.

Seeing that she was sleepy, he asked her dotingly.

"Yanbao, do you want to go back and rest first?"

Xiao Yanbao rubbed his big eyes, his big bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist because of sleepiness, and they looked wet and cute.

The little milk voice is soft.

"Don't ...... The emperor has to go around, and Yanbao also has to keep the New Year together~"

In previous years, it was with A-Niang, but this year, A-Niang is gone.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yanbao was depressed.

"The emperor has to go around, A-Niang goes to heaven, will she still keep the New Year?"

Feng Qingli suppressed the sourness in his heart and nodded with a smile.

"Of course. Yanbao's aunt is now keeping the New Year in heaven. After a hundred years, Yanbao and Yanbao's aunt will reunite in the sky, and they can celebrate the New Year together. ”

Xiao Yanbao was happy again.

"That's great!"

Finally, it was four o'clock in the morning, and Xiao Yanbao, whose eyelids kept drooping, was awakened by the loud sound of firecrackers.

The little guy immediately looked at Feng Qingli, who had been holding her, and spoke with a milky voice.

"Happy New Year, all the best!"

Feng Qingli smiled and pinched her fleshy little cheeks, and spoke seriously with a slight groan.

"Uncle wishes Yanbao a one-year-old gift, an inch of joy!"

Xiao Yanbao blinked his big wet eyes, and his little face was confused.

But it doesn't matter.

She heard the word joy.

Uncle Emperor wants her to be happy every day in the future, right?

Xiao Yanbao then rubbed his hands and thanked him.

"Emperor Xie has to go around~"

Everyone was saying words of blessing, and Feng Qing's eyes fell on Gu Guifei.

"Gu Guifei, go to the cold palace with me in a while!"

Gu Guifei, who was named, subconsciously asked the wind to leave.

"Your Majesty, is Yanbao going?"

Feng Qingli stared at Gu Guifei faintly.

"It's time for Yanbao to rest."

Gu Guifei seemed very satisfied with his answer.

"Yes, Yan Bao is only three years old, so he really should rest early."

Feng Qingli: "......"

Gu Guifei looked at ...... Isn't something quite right?

Gu Qilin is still locked up in the prison, according to Gu Guifei's temperament, he should hate Xiao Yanbao deeply!

How do you feel like you're afraid that Xiao Yanbao won't rest well?

But that's not important for now.

Feng Qingli handed the yawning treasure to Feng Mian.

"Hold it, the little guy is very sleepy, and he will probably fall when he walks back."

Xiao Yanbao spoke vaguely.

"No...... No, Yanbao...... How many (by oneself) can I send away...... Call...... Whew......"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yanbao, who stayed up all night, was already snoring.

The wind is clear.

Mu Ling's cold and hard face, who was waiting not far away, also softened a little.

After the New Year, except for the East Palace, which is more lively than before, the palaces of the harem are deserted.

Everyone in the Zhenguo Mansion is worried, and they often go in and out of the East Palace these days.

The ladies of the Yang Guogong Mansion have also been more frequent in the past few days, saying that they are visiting Yang Shufei and the second and third princes.

On this day, Fengmian was teaching Xiao Yanbao how to hold a pen, and Hu Ruicheng walked in quickly.

"Your Highness, the Duke of Zhenguo and the prince of Zhenguo ask to see you."

Xiao Yanbao's milk exhaled.

"Fengmian pot, you go and get busy, Yanbao can practice by himself."

Feng Mian knew that the father and son of Zhenguo Gong were now uneasy, and they were eager to stabilize the status of Zhenguo Mansion in the family.

Even if the queen is deposed, he has been raised under the queen's knees since he was a child, and he can be regarded as his own family.

Feng Mian touched Xiao Yanbao's little head.

"Okay, I'll go back to the Fengmian pot."

Xiao Yanbao's grandmother laughed.

"Fengmian pot pot, you are busy, Yanbao ...... I can explore (see) a few (myself). ”

Feng Mian nodded with a smile and instructed Hu Ruicheng.

"You're here to take care of the little princess."

Hu Ruicheng smiled all over his face.

"Yes! Your Highness. ”

After Feng Mian went to the study, Xiao Yanbao really continued to hold the pen.

After feeling that he was about the same, Xiao Yanbao looked left and right.

Hu Ruicheng hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"What does the little princess need?"

Xiao Yanbao opened his mouth with a milky voice.

"Paper! Grandpa Hu, Yanbao wants to practice calligraphy~"

Hu Ruicheng immediately prepared rice paper for the little guy, and then sharpened the ink himself.

Xiao Yanbao grabbed the wolf and wrote confidently.

Hu Ruicheng was also full of anticipation.

After all, the little lord was taught by His Royal Highness the Prince, and His Royal Highness's three-year-old handwriting had already been praised by His Majesty.

Xiao Yanbao learned from Brother Fengmian to dip in ink, grabbing the wolf but didn't know what to write.

Hu Ruicheng took a copy of the notebook from the Bogu shelf next to him.

"Little county lord, just write this one, just one horizontal."

Xiao Yanbao looked at the calligraphy, and then looked at the white and clean rice paper in front of him.

Look at the copybook again.

I haven't written yet.

With a click, a large drop of ink fell on the white rice paper.

Xiao Yanbao: "......"

Hu Ruicheng: "......"

Xiao Yanbao hurriedly spoke.

"Grandpa Hu, Yanbao has a way!"

Hu Ruicheng is still looking forward to it.

"Come on, little county lord."

Xiao Yanbao nodded heavily, and then held the wolf and put pen to paper.

Write it down...... Poke the rice paper from the tip of the pen to the end of the pen, and then pull it from right to left.

The corners of Hu Ruicheng's mouth twitched.

Feng Xiaowu, who came to play with Xiao Yanbao, was startled when he saw it.

"Yanbao, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Yanbao has changed to holding the wolf's hair with both hands and continues to repeat the application.

There is a gap here, and there it is protruding again.

It is different from the word "one" on the copybook in many places.

Xiao Yanbao can only work hard to graffiti.

All kinds of efforts.

As for how to hold a pen and how to write taught by Brother Fengmian...... Forget about it all.

The little guy was paddling with all his strength, and at the same time talking to Feng Xiaowu seriously.

"The small five-pot pot, Yanbao is practicing calligraphy and writing...... Write ......"

Xiao Yanbao turned his head and asked Hu Ruicheng, who had an indescribable expression on the side.

"Father-in-law Hu, what kind of words does Yanbao want to write?"

Hu Ruicheng swallowed.

"The little county lord writes one."

Feng Xiaowu: "......"

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