Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Feng Qingluo was woken up by Long Zening.

It was already dark when I woke up.

She was a little surprised at how well she slept.

At this time, she actually slept soundly?
what the hell!

"Mother, belly, hungry!" Long Zening said in a childlike voice as he lay on top of her.

Feng Qingluo hugged her son to comfort her, "Are you hungry? Mother, get up right away and get you something to eat!"

"Hmm." You Zening nodded his head a few times, he was obviously in a particularly good mood after he had just had a good night's sleep.

Feng Qingluo smiled and patted him on the back, then picked him up and put him aside, then rolled over and got off the bed.

She blamed herself a little in her heart, feeling that she was not a qualified mother, and she actually slept heavier than her child!

This is so inappropriate.

Taking another look at the sky outside, I blamed myself a little more.

It's getting dark, where is Qin Zhiren?

"Who's outside?"

She yelled outside, and soon there was a sound of Yunyan at the door. "The patriarch is up? I'll come in right away!" Then she shouted out: "Yun Jin, hurry up, the patriarch and Ningning are both awake!"

Not long after, two maids rushed into the bedroom one after the other.

"Patriarch!" Er Yun imitated the palace people's salute, which he just learned from Hua Xin.

It's just that they are just learning, and they only learned the general idea, their movements are stiff, and they look a bit nondescript.

"Has your uncle ever come back?" Feng Qingluo handed the son in her arms to Yunyan.

Yun Yan quickly took Long Zening and answered while teasing him. "No, my uncle hasn't come back since he went out."

Feng Qingluo asked again: "Didn't you send a message?"

"not at all."

"Good guy, this is going to starve our mother and child to death!" Feng Qingluo snorted, "Yun Jin, hurry up and get someone to bring the food."

"Yes!" Yun Jin who had just entered ran out again.

Yunyan hugged Long Zening and stood aside watching Feng Qingluo comb her hair, and asked with a suppressed smile, "Patriarch, why don't you wait a little longer? Maybe my uncle is already on his way back."

"That's just right, so I won't have to worry about it again." Feng Qingluo looked calm.

Yunyan...

I hope that the patriarch will stop worrying about gains and losses after this meal!

As a result, just as the food was on the table, Qin Zhi came back.

He was quite surprised when he came in.

"Ah! How do you know I'm back at this time?" After thinking about it, I felt wrong, "You two haven't eaten yet? Are you waiting for me?"

When it comes to the end, the tone is raised a lot.

Hearing this, all the female envoys in the room lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything.

What did they say?Could it be that it was a coincidence that the hostess came back just as soon as the hostess called for dinner?
They were debating whether to help Feng Qingluo round up, but she herself spoke first.

"You have a beautiful idea, who wants to wait for you?"

Qin Zhi sat down beside her, and hurried to fetch water for him to clean his hands.

"Then why are you serving dinner at this hour?" He asked suspiciously.

Feng Qingluo blinked her eyes, "Want to know the truth?"

"Yes." Being separated from his own woman did not prevent Qin Zhi from teasing his son.

It's a pity that Long Zening was waving a silver spoon and didn't have time to talk to his father.

Qin Zhi had no choice but to look at his own woman.

Feng Qingluo sighed helplessly, "Why do you have to get to the bottom of it? The truth is often the most hurtful thing!"

Qin Zhi: "?"

He had a question mark on his face.

"The fact is this is the fact that your son and I wake up at this point, so...you understand?"

Qin Zhi: "..."

Just at this time Yixin brought water over, so he had to wash his hands silently.

After he finished wiping his hands, he threw the towel into the copper basin heavily, splashing a lot of water.

All the female envoys in the room were startled, this was the first time Qin Zhi lost his temper with Feng Qingluo.

But looking at the hostess again, with her unchanging face, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for her.

If you haven't been close for a year, is the patriarch doing it badly?

The rhythm of broken jars?

But at this moment, in front of the male master, they dare not say anything or do anything no matter how anxious they get angry!

I'm afraid it will be a disservice.

When Qin Zhi sat down again, Feng Qingluo glanced at him, why did he look aggrieved?
She silently put a piece of meat into Qin Zhi's bowl.

then……

Qin Zhi couldn't hold back anymore.

He raised his head with joy, stared at her blankly and said: "I knew that the lady still has me in her heart!"

Feng Qingluo...

A house of maids...

I'm all worried!
When Feng Qingluo came to her senses, she quickly waved her hand to let them go down.

She was afraid that Qin Zhiwan would not be safe!
Qin Zhi didn't care about these things, and was eating meat happily.

It was also at this time that Feng Qingluo suddenly realized that this was just a kid under 20 years old.

The reality cruelly ripens him, forcing him to take back this world that belongs to him, but he is still too young after all!

After Qin Zhi finished eating a piece of meat, he realized that Feng Qingluo hadn't started eating, and his eyes fell on him, and then realized that he had lost his form in a moment of complacency.

He quickly picked up a few chopsticks for Feng Qingluo's favorite dishes. "Luoluo, hurry up and eat too! It's already ordered, you must be starving, right?"

"I'm fine." She drank a few sips of spiritual spring water before going to bed, and she wasn't very hungry at all.

But she looked around, her man and son were eating deliciously, and suddenly felt her appetite increased.

So eating also needs atmosphere.

She fed Long Zening while eating, this is a new skill she has learned in the past three or four months.

Fortunately, Long Zening is a sensible child, and she is very well-behaved without making noise, so she can take care of it by herself.

After the meal, the family of three sat and drank tea again.

Of course, no matter how good Long Zening is, he is only a child who is nearly one year old. At this time, he is the most active and went to the ground early.

He still walks shakyly now, which makes people feel nervous, but Feng Qingluo doesn't allow anyone to help him.

Seeing that Qin Zhi was idle, Feng Qingluo asked, "Are you okay today?"

In her impression, isn't it all about being an emperor?Besides, he is the new emperor... No, he will officially ascend the throne tomorrow.

Shouldn't you be so busy at this time, day and night?
However, Qin Zhi said: "Well, there is only one thing left today. The people from the Shangyi Bureau will send the clothes that the Empress will wear tomorrow to try on."

"What kind of big deal is this?" Feng Qingluo was a little worried. Could it be that her husband, like Long Yu, has the potential to be a foolish king?
Qin Zhi quickly retorted, "Tomorrow is such an important day, of course clothes are very important! I don't pay attention to anything anymore, so I can't be fooled by clothes?"

What he said seemed to make sense, but Feng Qingluo was speechless to refute.

The couple were talking, when the people from Shangyi Bureau came.

It's just two sets of clothes, and 12 people came in a row. This battle is only as grand as the emperor and empress.

Feng Qingluo was shocked and found that she was not used to such an atmosphere.

Is she only suitable to be a village woman?
As a result, just as her doubts arose, Qin Zhi beside her was already frowning.

"It's just two pieces of clothes. What are you doing with so many people here? Are you forming a team to fight?"

The 12 court ladies and one nanny were immediately dumbfounded by Qin Zhiwen.

Isn't this the ostentation that has always belonged to the empress?
Feng Qingluo saw their reaction and knew that this should be a bad habit from before.

But Qin Zhi got angry, she, as a wife, can't tear him down at this time, can she?I just took this opportunity to change this bad habit, and there will be fewer idlers in the palace in the future.