Princess Jian Guo gl

Back at the station, Yingluo was making arrangements for the return journey. Seeing me walking over, she smiled at me gently: "How about leaving tomorrow? If you hurry up, maybe you can catch up with the return to the capital for the Spring Festival."

I replied: "Okay, you just make up your mind."

Yingluo said again: "Aliu, I heard that the second prince asked to return to the palace for the Spring Festival, and the empress dowager has already agreed."

I smiled: "Brother Xingzhen has been in the country of Ru for many years, so it is reasonable to ask for an order to return to the palace to visit the emperor."

"Second prince, he..." Ying Luo seemed to have something to say, but she swallowed it anyway, and said with a smile: "Ziming brought back an interesting little thing, Ah Liu, go and have a look."

When we opened the curtains, we saw Wei Ziming sitting cross-legged on the kang, nursing a child, and An Xiangli who was busy and dazed beside him.

There is a strong milk fragrance in the tent.

Wei Ziming stared at the wet peach blossom eyes and said aggrievedly: "Why doesn't she drink it? It's so hard to get these milks, and she even vomited them out."

An Xiangli washed a handkerchief, and helped Wei Ziming scrub the child's body: "Maybe you don't like the smell of milk, why don't you cook some rice soup and pour it down for her?"

Wei Ziming was heartbroken: "It has to be like this. Seeing her hungry and miserable, as a father, I feel really uncomfortable." As he said, he made gestures to wipe away the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stepped forward and asked, "When did you have a child?"

Hearing my voice, Wei Ziming burst into tears: "Liu, Ling, you are back. Come and see our daughter, she is too hungry to cry. I am so sad and distressed. "

Fu Ling said lightly: "Speak well."

The only one who can cure Wei Ziming in the world is probably Fu Ling. Hearing what the Buddha said, Wei Ziming finally recovered from the state of a weeping little daughter-in-law: "I picked it up in the ruins this morning. All family members and friends should have died. I saw that she was still alive." They brought it back when they had breath, but they didn’t eat anything.”

I leaned over and glanced at the little one who was held in Wei Ziming's arms: "Ah, it's only a few months old."

The baby who was several months old was still wrapped in a small red cotton quilt, as if he knew it was not safe outside, his little hands and feet were obediently huddled in the quilt, his breathing was weak, his skin was snow-white, like a baby who would come at any time Broken and melted snow dolls.

I frowned: "I can't do this, I'm so small, I'm afraid cow's milk won't work. I have to breastfeed."

"Breast milk..." Wei Ziming repeated my words, then slowly lowered his head to look at his flat chest, pinched it, and said sadly: "I don't have any..."

"..."

Wei Ziming glanced at my chest again, and before I had time to cover my chest to avoid Fu Ling, he blocked me behind: "What are you looking at, hurry up and send someone to find the wet nurse."

Wei Ziming pursed his lips: "Everyone in the town is dying, so where can I find a nurse."

I asked An Xiangli, "Have you had the imperial doctor come and see you?"

An Xiangli said: "Look, it is said that the child is too young to be given soup and medicine, it is more appropriate to have something to eat before giving medicine."

As soon as An Xiangli finished speaking, Fu Ling turned around and left the tent. Wei Ziming sat on the kang and called sadly: "My Ling, where are you going?"

I gave Wei Ziming a vicious look and warned him not to snatch Fuling from me. Wei Ziming was so out of shape, he let out a smirk when he saw me like this, as if something indescribable had happened between me and Fuling .

I changed the topic: "Did you give this little thing a name?"

Wei Ziming shook his head: "No, naming a child is not for a cat or a dog. You have to be careful, and you have to think about it."

I looked at Wei Ziming in surprise, and I didn't think such words seemed to come from him.

Sure enough, after a while, he cleared his throat deeply, and said inscrutablely: "Then call me Xiaohong."

I:"……"

An Xiangli: "..."

I said with difficulty: "Ah, this name is really..."

An Xiangli answered with difficulty: "...be careful."

After a while, Fu Ling came in through the curtain, holding a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand.

She smiled at me: "I made an egg porridge, let's feed it first."

The egg porridge is boiled soft and served in a delicate porcelain bowl.The tender egg flower mixed with the almost boiled soft white rice makes people feel that it is not like porridge, but like a fine picture.

I scooped up a spoonful, blew, and couldn't control it for a while, so I swallowed it in one gulp.The egg melts in the mouth and is full of fragrance. The warm and sweet feeling spreads along the tip of the tongue to the surroundings of the body, and the whole body is refreshing and comfortable.

Wei Ziming: "..."

Wei Ziming was furious: "Nan Qingliu, how shameless you are! You even snatch the baby's food!!"

"Didn't I give Xiaohong a taste of the saltiness? Look at your stinginess." I took another spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to Xiaohong's mouth.

Xiao Ming held Xiao Hong in one hand, and gently pulled the little guy's tightly closed lips with the other hand, and I sent the porridge in.

The little guy moved his eyelids, and seemed to feel the indescribable aroma of the egg porridge. He pouted his little mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and opened his mouth again to ask for the porridge.

Wei Ziming, who is so pitiful to the world's parents, was so moved by this mouthful that he couldn't even speak clearly: "She, she swallowed it, she ate it!"

I was also very pleasantly surprised. I looked up at Fu Ling, only to find that she was looking at me quietly.Seeing me looking at her, she chuckled lightly, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the corner of her lips lightly.

She looks very clean, and she always looks ascetic on weekdays. It seems that I have never seen her show a seductive posture.So when she seduced people so suddenly, my heart suddenly jumped a few times, and I swallowed involuntarily.

My phantom limb is going to stiffen.

An Xiangli pushed her away, and said with a smile: "Why are you in a daze, quickly feed Xiaohong porridge, look at her, she is about to cry."

"Oh good." I scooped up another spoonful, blew it cool, and fed it to Xiaohong who was anxiously looking for porridge with her eyes closed.

The little thing looked very hungry, but he swallowed this bowl of porridge very quickly.Looking at the egg porridge that has been reduced a little bit, my heart is distressed.

So I held up the last spoonful of porridge and didn't feed her it for a long time. I said sanctimoniously: "Don't feed it, I'm afraid she will hold on!"

An Xiangli looked at me with a smile: "Do you want to eat?"

I blushed: "No way."

"There is."

"No."

"There is."

"No."

"There is."

"No……"

The spoon in her hand was snatched by Fu Ling who couldn't stand it anymore, and she fed it to Xiaohong. Perhaps her actions were a little rough, and the porcelain spoon hit Xiaohong's teeth, and Xiaohong wrinkled aggrievedly. With a small face, Wei Ziming felt distressed again.

Fu Ling took the bowls and chopsticks and went out, and I followed her with a flattering smile: "My Ling, do you still have porridge?"

She glanced at me with a smile: "What did you call me?"

I smiled and said, "My Ling."

She pinched my nose: "Who made you call that?"

I hugged her arm and rubbed against her: "Then I don't call you that, I can call you my A Ling."

Fu Ling laughed: "Is there a difference?"

"Yes, one is my nickname, and the other is my love nickname."

She patted my head: "You can play tricks."

I continued to smile maliciously: "Did you tell me what?"

"Huh?" She wondered.

I pushed her coyly: "Don't pretend to be short, the hint is so obvious."

She laughed: "What did I imply to you?"

I squirmed: "You imply that people want to be ashamed with them."

"what?"

"Short oil, you really look like a fool, I almost believe you, you really don't know anything, dead ghost."

Fu Ling rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, and said helplessly, "Speak well, what did I hint at you?"

I became ashamed as a red peony: "Just now you licked the corners of your lips in public, this is a chance to seduce others." As I said that, I wanted to punch her chest shyly.

Fortunately, Fu Ling reacted quickly and dodged, separated me by a distance of one meter, and said calmly: "Oh that."

"The tongue is very flexible, my Ling." I twisted and jumped on her again.

"Be serious." She shook her head with a light smile, straightened my head, and reached out to gently caress the corner of my lips.

Ah, do you want to do that directly at the station?People will see it, it's so exciting, my family, Fu Ling, is so good at playing...

Just as I was thinking about where to take a shower after I was done, her hand left the corner of my lips and waved in front of my eyes: "Here, I was here to remind you that you have this."

I was startled.

Take a closer look.

A grain of rice that was almost dried was stuck to her clean finger, and she was laughing at me hahaha in the cold wind.

I:"……"

I turned around, covered my head and stumbled into the tent: "Oh, I didn't wake up, sleepwalking sleepwalking..."

Fu Ling pulled me back, stared into my eyes, with a smile in his eyes: "Nan Qingliu, what's been in your head all day?"

"You." I said frankly.

Shocked by my cheekiness and honesty, Fu Ling coughed a few times, her ears turned pink.

"Nonsense." She stared at me for a while, then turned around and muttered in a low voice: "You told Ziming that you liked An Yunluo, and Ziming told me."

He lowered his head and kicked away the pebbles at his feet.

This time I can be regarded as hearing what she muttered clearly, and rushed to rub her: "I like Yingluo, and I like you even more."

"Go away." She pushed me away lightly.

Looking at me faintly: "Come and go, skittish."

I was a little angry, but also a little proud: "Are you jealous?"

She snorted coldly, grabbed a handful of hay and went to feed Fu Buyi.

"Don't feed me, you can't even run if you are so fat." I pulled the hay out of her hand, snorted her hair, and coaxed her: "I remember how much I liked you before."

I like it so much that even if I lock you up and make you hate me, I want you to stay by my side.

"cut."

She kicked another small stone, and said quietly: "You didn't like An Yunluo before."

I was not very happy to see her like this: "Who told you not to come to me? If you find me, I will fall in love with you at first sight. Oh, I see. You used to annoy me so much, you were afraid that I would disappear?"

"I've found it!" She said immediately, looking at me fixedly, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it."

what doesn't work?

What if it's useless?

Are you ignoring me?Is it the same as before? ? ?

I feel wronged: "Hmph!"

Fu Ling paused: "Huh?"

"Humph!!"

She took my hand helplessly and asked, "What's wrong?"

In fact, I don't know what's wrong, I just feel that I used to pursue her on my own, but I don't know whether she likes me or not. This feeling of uncertainty is too bad.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly." She asked me again.

I don't take prompts, and when I'm urged, I talk nonsense, and I say, "Go away! You smell bad."

After I finished speaking, I regretted it. There was only a faint fragrance on Fu Ling's body. This smell took my thoughts away for many years.

But I won't apologize, just being so stubborn.

I stiffened my neck and waited for her to get angry with me.

As a result, my body lightened, and I was hugged by Fu Ling.

She took advantage of the opportunity to untie the cloak and wrap me in, her voice was low and seductive, making the disturbing person feel itchy and uncomfortable.

She said, "Then, let's stink together."