Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 447 Warm and Cute
Feng Chenghan arrived last, and when he saw Leng Luoyue, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. She rarely dressed up so delicately, and she looked quite good-looking.

Everyone saluted and said some words of congratulations, and Feng Chenghan sat down and announced the banquet.

Bai Jieyu sat behind Concubine Li, feeling a little uneasy. She silently prayed to the Bodhisattva that nothing would go wrong and that her sister would wake up safely.

"Your Majesty, cough..." Concubine Li just called out, causing a fit of coughing. After the coughing stopped, she pressed her hand on her chest and said, "It's the Emperor's birthday. I don't know what to give to you. After thinking about it, So I prepared a jade pillow that can soothe the mind and help me sleep."

Jing Yu, who was standing aside, came over with a jade pillow. The jade pillow was green in color, very transparent, and had a good water head. It was worth a lot at first glance. What's even more rare was that it could soothe the mind and help sleep.

Leng Luoyue looked at the pillow, and she didn't feel that sleeping on such a cold and hard pillow could really soothe her mind and help her sleep. She couldn't sleep anyway.Moreover, sleeping on too hard a pillow should increase the pressure on your neck, which is actually not good.

"Concubine Li is interested." Feng Chenghan nodded and said. Wang Xin beside him took the pillow from Jing Yu and handed it to Xiao Luzi.

Concubine Li smiled and shook her head gently.

"Is Concubine Li feeling better these days?" Feng Chenghan asked with concern.

Concubine Li nodded slightly: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, I am already feeling much better."

Seeing that the emperor cared about Concubine Li, Taifu Yun and Mrs. Yun both nodded with satisfaction.

Then other concubines also presented birthday gifts prepared for the emperor, and the answers they received were all thoughtful. It was not clear whether the emperor liked it or which concubine liked the gift more.

In the end, only Concubine Leng was left.

Because she was the emperor's favorite concubine, the gifts she prepared were naturally more thoughtful, so everyone's expectations were raised, including Feng Chenghan.

Feeling that a lot of eyes were on her, Leng Luoyue knew that it was time for her to give a gift. She winked at Chengsheng who was standing aside and said with an embarrassed smile: "I am not as rich as other sisters. Prepare to The gift is a bit shabby, so please don’t dislike it, Your Majesty.”

What she said was true. The other concubines had the support of their natal families and were definitely richer than she, a concubine who could only get a monthly salary from the palace.

Concubine Li smiled gently and said: "Sister Concubine Leng is joking. As long as it is prepared with care, how can the emperor dislike it?"

She knew that Concubine Leng did not bring anything back when she left the palace twice, nor did she send anyone out. The good things in Lengxiang Palace were all rewarded by the emperor, and she definitely could not give them to the emperor. Yes, so her gift may be really shabby!
Chengsheng approached with two gifts and handed them to Wang Xin.

Xu Jieyu said sweetly: "Your Majesty, the concubines are really curious about the birthday gift that Sister Leng Fei sent to the Emperor. Your Majesty, please open it and let them take a look."

"Yes, yes..." The other concubines agreed.

They expected that the birthday gift prepared by Concubine Leng for the emperor was a bit shabby as she said. If it was really a good thing, she would definitely say it directly like them.

Bai Jieyu didn't say anything because she was really in no mood right now.

Feng Chenghan knew that Concubine Leng's birthday gift was made by herself, so compared with what Concubine Li and the others gave her, it shouldn't be that good or expensive, but does he lack those precious things?

No shortage.

So what matters to him is his mind. He is also very curious about what Concubine Leng does, and he even wants to show off in front of everyone.

He didn't know why he had such thoughts, anyway, he just wanted to show off.

"Wang Xin." Feng Chenghan called softly.Wang Xin understood and asked Chengsheng to carry the tray. He first picked up the white paper that was rolled up and tied with a ribbon.

"Maomao, this is Maomao. It's for your father." The little cat screamed excitedly as soon as he saw that he had received the birthday gift he had given to his father.

A look of surprise flashed in Feng Chenghan's eyes. Unexpectedly, Mao Mao'er also prepared a gift for him.

Zhang Su and Wang Shilang looked at each other, and were about to speak when they heard Mr. Yu from Sinong Temple praise with a smile: "The little prince is so young, but he already knows how to prepare birthday gifts for the emperor. He is really filial. "

"Yes! Yes..." Wang Shilang and Zhang Su immediately agreed.

King Chang'an glanced at his grandson who was eating snacks in his arms, with his mouth full, and said in a strange way: "What does such a small child know? It seems that adults helped prepare it."

The little bastard spoke so clearly and fluently, but now Lin'er could only call him "grandpa, grandma, mother" and couldn't say anything else.

Is his grandson inferior to that little bastard?
Definitely not. His grandson must be a late bloomer, so he speaks late.

Most people had the same idea as King Chang'an, thinking that Concubine Leng should have helped prepare this gift.

"I want to open it myself." Feng Chenghan stretched out his hand, and Wang Xin put the roll of white paper in his hand. He opened the fan tape with a bow, unfolded the white paper, and looked at the blackness on it. Red, blue, green, slightly startled.

Is this...a painting?
Please remove the word "?", this is a painting.

The little cat looked at his father with bright eyes, waiting for his praise.

Normal people can't draw such abstract paintings. Feng Chenghan guessed that this painting should be painted by Mao Er, but he really couldn't figure out what it was.

"Did the little cat draw this?" he asked.

"Yeah." Mao Mao'er nodded hard twice, "Mao Mao painting, father, mother, Mao Mao." He also explained what he drew.

Feng Chenghan's eyes twitched, and his eyes returned to the painting again, and he could barely distinguish himself in the painting. The more he looked at it, the warmer his heart became, and his cold heart was wrapped by a warm current.

He originally thought that Concubine Leng would prepare this gift for Mao Mao'er, but he didn't expect that it actually came from Mao Mao'er.Although if no one said anything, you wouldn't be able to tell what he drew at all, but this is a painting, a painting drawn by a child over one year old.

Concubine Li tilted her neck and took a look. When she saw the painting, she immediately covered her lips with her hands and laughed out loud, "Haha, this painting of the little prince is so interesting."

Painting like this can be called a painting. She said this just to make everyone curious about the painting, saying that she wanted to pay homage to the little prince's painting so that everyone would know what the hell this little thing painted.

Feng Chenghan and Leng Luoyue didn't think there was anything wrong with Concubine Li's reaction, because Mao Mao'er's painting was indeed very interesting.

After hearing what Concubine Li said, a minister indeed said that he wanted to pay homage to the painting painted by the little prince's own hands.

Feng Chenghan asked Wang Xin to take the painting and walk around the hall for everyone to take a look, fearing that they would not understand his son's masterpiece, and said: "Xiao'er painted me, Concubine Leng, and he himself."

When everyone first saw this painting, their expressions were a bit speechless, but then they thought about it, this painting was painted by the little prince who was only over one year old. At an age when others could not even hold a pen, he could draw with a pen. It's very good, and the paintings are still the Emperor Lengfei and him, so I feel warm and cute.

Wang Xin started walking from the left, so he finally walked to King Chang'an. When he saw the lumps of various colors on the paper, he immediately laughed, "Hahaha, this can also be called a painting."

(End of this chapter)