Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 448 I like it very much
Hearing the old man laughing at his painting, Xiaomao'er drooped his eyebrows a little sadly, his shining glass eyes also lost their sparkle, his shoulders shrunk and he lowered his head.

"Well..." Isn't Maomao drawing pictures?But my mother said that Maomao was painting, and he was very good at it.

Leng Luoyue gently took the little cat into her arms, gently stroked his back, and looked at King Chang'an with a displeased face. Why did this old man have an open mouth?

Fengcheng Han also darkened his face, with waves of chill exuding from his body.

Concubine Li secretly laughed in her heart, feeling that King Chang'an was absolutely right. How could that kind of thing be called a painting?

"Hahaha..." King Chang'an was still laughing.

Others felt the chill coming down from above. The emperor was not happy. They all looked at the laughing maniacal King Chang'an without saying a word. The whole Chang Le Hall could only hear the laughter of King Chang'an.

Perhaps realizing that his small voice seemed too abrupt in the quiet Chang Le Hall, he finally kept his mouth shut.

"Why isn't it called painting?" Fengcheng Jue looked at King Chang'an expressionlessly and asked. "As long as it is painted with care, it is a painting. The little prince's painting is a painting, and the painting is very good. Prince Chang'an, please don't use adult standards to ask a child who is less than one and a half years old."

"That's right." Feng Chenghong looked at King Chang'an with a displeased face and agreed, "Brother Three Emperors is right, Xiao'er is only so small, how can she be so distracted and draw like this? Very good. King Chang'an, your grandson is the same age as Xiao'er. I'm afraid he can't even hold a pen, let alone what painting is!"

Such a dirty kid actually dared to talk about his grandson. A look of cruelty flashed in the eyes of King Chang'an.

Left Prime Minister Yu Wei muttered slowly: "King Chang'an is too harsh."

The Right Prime Minister nodded in agreement.

An old minister blew his beard and said with a glare: "I think the little prince's paintings are very good, full of childishness, and the use of colors is also very bold. In the future, the little prince will definitely become a master of painting." The little prince once ordered the wolves to retreat, and also After saving his life, he naturally wanted to speak to the little prince.

He also really felt that the little prince was already better than many people if he had the awareness to draw at such a young age.

"I also think the Little Prince's paintings are very good. The family of three in the Little Prince's paintings are very warm and lovely."

"That's right, that's right..."

Many people said from the bottom of their hearts that the King of Chang'an was too arrogant and too harsh. Their children couldn't even hold a pen, couldn't walk, couldn't even sit like a statue, only knew how to eat, and yet they had the nerve to make fun of him. Painting by the prince.

King Chang'an and Concubine Li were dumbfounded. They didn't expect them to boast so mindlessly, but they thought these people were talking nonsense with their eyes open because of the emperor's face.

The painting returned to Feng Chenghan's hands. He rolled it up preciously and handed it to Wang Xin: "After I take it back, I will have it framed. This is the first painting Xiao'er has painted, and it is also the first gift he has given me. I like it very much and will treasure it for a lifetime."

"Yes." Wang Xin took it with both hands and placed it on the tray.

"Cat." Feng Chenghan leaned forward and stretched out his hands to the cat.

When the little cat heard his father calling him, he raised his head from his mother's arms and turned to look at his father aggrievedly. His little mouth was depressed and his eye circles were a little red.

Feng Chenghan took a deep breath, King Chang'an was an old man.

"Come." It was just one word, but it was so gentle.

Hearing this word, many women's ears gradually warmed up, and Leng Luoyue was the same. She finally understood what ear pregnancy meant.This word is too suave!
The little kitten pursed its lips, squeezed its small body, opened its hands towards its father, and was held in his arms.

"Mao, don't care what others say. In my father's heart, this is the best painting in the world and it is also his favorite painting."

Hearing this, Xiaomao'er's mood improved a little, and she rubbed her little face against his father's chest.

Several concubines looked at the child in the emperor's arms with envy. If they gave birth to a prince, would the emperor be so gentle to their prince?
"Let's see together what your mother has prepared for your father."

"Yeah." Kitty nodded.

Wang Xin brought the long wooden box to Feng Chenghan. He removed the bow, opened the box, stared at the contents inside for a moment, and then looked at Leng Luoyue in confusion.

Looking at the emperor's expression, everyone knew that this gift from Concubine Leng was probably not very good.

Concubine Li stretched her neck, but she couldn't see what was in the box.

"Your Majesty, what did Sister Leng Fei give me? Please take it out and show it to your concubines!" Xu Jieyu urged.

Feng Chenghan expressionlessly took the thing out of the box. When everyone saw that it was an ordinary wooden stick with wooden beads, they all looked at it carefully.

What is this?
what's the effect?
"Wooden stick?" Xu Jieyu tried her best to hold back her laughter. It was so funny that Concubine Leng actually gave the emperor a wooden stick on his birthday. The emperor was probably extremely disappointed with Concubine Leng this time.

Concubine Li also covered her mouth with her hands and smiled.

Leng Luoyue said: "It is indeed a wooden root, but it is not an ordinary stick. This is called a nine-bead massager. You can massage your shoulders and neck with it, relieve fatigue, and treat injuries. The emperor has to sit down and approve many memorials every day. In the end, The injury was on the shoulder and neck, so I made this massager with my own hands and gave it to the emperor. Although it was not a very expensive thing, I put all my heart and soul into it." The pronunciation of the word "handmade" was specially emphasized. .

So this is a massage for your own body?Fengcheng Han touched the smooth wood with his hand, looked at the round wooden beads, and said, "It's not easy to make a piece of wood so smooth without irritating your hands at all, isn't it?"

Leng Luoyue lowered her head, looked at her flawless white palms, and said without blushing or out of breath: "It is indeed not easy. When I was polishing it, my hands were almost worn out."

The person sitting below whispered: "Concubine Leng, a weak woman, can make a piece of wood like this. She is so perseverant. Her thoughts and intentions are unparalleled."

The subtext of this statement is that the gifts given to the emperor by other concubines are not as good as those given by Concubine Leng.

Although the man spoke in a low voice, the people around him still heard him.

Weak woman, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about Concubine Leng. She is a warrior with strange strength who can kill two people with one kick.

Feng Chenghan frowned. Although he was very happy to receive a gift made by Concubine Leng herself, he didn't want her to wear out her hands trying to make a gift for him. "Concubine Leng is very thoughtful. I like this gift very much. But next time if Concubine Leng wants to make such a gift, just draw the drawing and let Si Zaofang make it. There is no need to do it yourself."

Leng Luoyue nodded and said, "Okay."

Concubine Li bit her inner lip tightly, and the precious jade pillow she carefully prepared only received a word of sincerity, while the inconspicuous paintings and wooden sticks prepared by Concubine Leng and the little thing only received a sentence from the emperor: "I like very much."

So angry!She pressed her chest with her hands, feeling that her chest was congested and she could not breathe.

(End of this chapter)