The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Feng Qingli was shocked.

Feng Mian and everyone in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were also stunned.

The ministers thought of something at the same time.

The little princess is so clever and lovable!

And it’s so cute!

That nondescript little gesture of holding hands... Paired with a bright red palace dress and a fluffy snow-white fox fur cloak, it's so naive.

They can’t learn even if they want to!

She was so cute that her face was bloody.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony suddenly became extremely quiet.

Everyone is waiting for the wind to clear away.

Feng Qingli went over to pick up Xiao Yanbao and looked down at Lao San who was kneeling on the ground.

"Since Yan Bao still has the Crown Prince and others interceding for you, and it happens to be the New Year's Eve banquet, it's just this one time, and it won't be the same next time!"

Feng Sanlie's face turned pale.

But keep your head down so no one can see it.

His words came out almost from between his teeth.

"Yes, thank you, father! Thank you, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and my fourth brother."

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

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

The New Year's Eve dinner begins again.

The dancers entered the stage again, and the musicians started playing again.

The entire Hall of Supreme Harmony was filled with singing and dancing, and people were drinking and drinking.

It seems that the previous assassination, the deposing of the queen, and the withdrawal of the military power of the town had never happened.

All the ministers are talented people.

The heart is as clear as a mirror.

Some ministers who were good friends with Zhen Guogong now dare not go to Zhen Guogong's table to talk.

The atmosphere at the palace banquet was strangely harmonious.

Almost no one cares about the Zhenguo Palace.

After the palace banquet ended, the ministers and their families left the palace and went back to their homes. Feng Qingli and the concubines were still staying in the Hall of Supreme Harmony to watch the new year.

Xiao Yanbao had enough to eat and drink, and soon he started to yawn.

Feng Qingli kept holding her.

Seeing that she was sleepy, he asked her lovingly.

"Do you want Yan Bao to go back and rest first?"

Xiao Yanbao rubbed his big eyes, which were covered with a layer of mist due to sleepiness. They looked wet and even more cute.

The little breasts sound soft.

"No...the emperor has to go around, and Yan Bao also wants to watch the New Year together~"

In previous years, I was with grandma, but this year, grandma is gone.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yanbao became depressed.

"The emperor is in trouble. If my mother goes to heaven, will she still stay up late?"

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

"Of course. Yan Bao's mother-in-law is watching the New Year's Eve in heaven right now. In a hundred years, Yan Bao and Yan Bao's mother-in-law will be reunited in heaven, and they can watch the New Year's Eve together again."

Xiao Yanbao became happy again.

"That's great!"

Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon, 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 to the emperor, may everything go well!"

Feng Qingli smiled and pinched her fleshy cheeks, and then spoke seriously with a slight thought.

"Uncle wishes Yanbao every blessing and happiness on his first birthday!"

Xiao Yanbao blinked his big wet eyes with a confused face.

but it does not matter.

She heard the word joy.

The emperor's uncle hopes that she will be happy every day in the future, right?

Xiao Yanbao then bowed his hands and expressed his thanks with a whimper of milk.

"Thank you, Emperor, for Doudou~"

Everyone was saying blessings, and Feng Qingli's eyes fell on Concubine Gu.

"Concubine Gu, come with me to the cold palace in a moment!"

Concubine Gu, who was named, subconsciously asked Feng Qingli.

"Your Majesty, will Yanbao go?"

Feng Qingli stared at Concubine Gu with faint eyes.

"It's time for Yan Bao to rest."

Concubine Gu seemed very satisfied with his answer.

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

Feng Qingli: "..."

Concubine Gu looked at... something was wrong.

Gu Qilin is still imprisoned in the sky prison. According to the temperament of taking care of the imperial concubine, he should hate Xiao Yanbao deeply!

Why do you feel so worried that Xiao Yanbao won't get enough rest?

But these are not important for now.

Feng Qingli handed Xiao Yanbao, who kept yawning, into Feng Mian's hands.

"Hold him, the little guy is very sleepy. He might fall if he walks back by himself."

Xiao Yanbao spoke vaguely.

"No... no way, Yan Bao... can you send a few (himself) away... Huh... Huh..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yanbao, who had stayed up late, was already snoring.

Feng Qingli couldn't help but smile.

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

After the New Year, all the palaces in the harem became deserted except the East Palace which was busier than before.

Everyone in the Zhenguo Palace was frowning and they often went in and out of the East Palace in the past few days.

The female family members of Duke Yang's palace have been visiting the palace more frequently in the past few days, saying they are visiting Concubine Yang Shu and the second and third princes.

That day Fengmian was teaching Xiao Yanbao how to hold a pen when Hu Ruicheng walked in quickly.

"Your Highness, the Duke of Zhen Guo and his crown prince would like to see you."

Xiaoyan's baby breathed out.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, go ahead and do your work. Yan Bao can practice on his own."

Feng Mian knew that Duke Zhen Guo and his son were feeling uneasy now, and they desperately wanted to stabilize Duke Zhen Guo's position among the wealthy families.

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

Feng Mian touched Xiao Yanbao's little head.

"Okay, Feng Mian Guo Guo will be back soon."

Xiaoyanbao's grandma chuckled.

"Feng Mian Guo Guo, just be busy. Yan Bao... can find out how much he can send to you."

Feng Mian nodded with a smile and told Hu Ruicheng.

"You take care of the little princess here."

Hu Ruicheng was all smiles.

"Yes! Your Highness."

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

After feeling that he was almost there, Xiao Yanbao looked left and right.

Hu Ruicheng hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"What does the little princess need?"

Xiaoyanbao spoke with a milky voice.

"Paper! Eunuch Hu, Yan Bao wants to practice calligraphy~"

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

Xiao Yanbao grasped the wolf's hair and started writing confidently.

Hu Ruicheng also looked forward to it.

After all, the little princess was taught by His Highness the Prince step by step, and His Majesty already praised His Majesty for his handwriting at the age of three.

Xiao Yanbao imitated his brother Feng Mian and dipped his hands in ink, grabbing the wolf hair but not knowing what to write.

Hu Ruicheng took a copybook from the book shelf nearby.

"Little princess, just write this one, one horizontal line."

Xiao Yanbao looked at the copybook and then at the white rice paper in front of him.

Take another look at the copybook.

Haven't written yet.

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

Xiao Yanbao: "..."

Hu Ruicheng: "..."

Xiao Yanbao spoke hurriedly.

"Eunuch Hu, Yan Bao has a solution!"

Hu Ruicheng is still looking forward to it.

"Come on, little princess."

Xiao Yanbao nodded heavily, then held the wolf pen and started writing.

One stroke... from the tip of the Langhao pen to the end of the pen, press it heavily on the rice paper, and then draw it heavily from right to left.

Hu Ruicheng's lips twitched.

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

"Yanbao, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yanbao has changed to holding the wolf hair with both hands and continues to apply it repeatedly.

There's a gap here, a protrusion there.

It is different from the word "一" in many places on the copybook.

Xiao Yanbao can only doodling hard.

All kinds of exertion.

As for what Brother Feng Mian taught me about how to hold a pen and how to write... I forgot all about it.

The little guy was rowing with all his strength while talking to Feng Xiaowu seriously.

"Xiao Wu Guo Guo, Yan Bao is practicing calligraphy, writing... writing..."

Xiao Yanbao turned around and asked Hu Ruicheng, whose expression was hard to explain.

"Eunuch Hu, what word does Yan Bao want to write?"

Hu Ruicheng swallowed.

"The little princess wrote one."

Feng Xiaowu: "..."

Who looks like a piece of shit!