Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 473 It will never get better
"Cough cough cough..." After Bai Jieyu and others left the Yiyun Palace, Concubine Li coughed heartbreakingly, feeling that her throat was dry and itchy, "Quick, cough cough, get my medicine, cough cough……"

Concubine Li held her hand on the coffee table, coughing and speaking intermittently.

After Bai Jieyu and Qu Cairen returned to Lu Meiren for a while, Bai Jieyu suddenly said "Ah" and looked at her empty hand and said: "I seem to have lost my handkerchief in Yiyun Palace. I will go back and get it." , two sisters, please leave first."

Qu Cai and Lu Meiren glanced at her, nodded slightly, and continued walking forward.

Bai Jieyu turned around and walked back with the people. Before she reached the door of Yiyun Palace, she heard the coughing sound coming from inside. She didn't continue to move forward. She just smiled and turned around with the people again.

Since Concubine Li is pretending to be ill, then she will let her illness never recover.

After taking the medicine and coughing twice more, Concubine Li stopped coughing and looked at the account book.

There is nothing wrong with the books. Judging from the books, Bai Jieyu did save a lot of money when managing the harem.

But now the right to manage the harem has returned to her hands. If she continues to be as frugal as when Bai Jieyu was in charge, the people in the palace will definitely be criticized. But if she is not as frugal as Bai Jieyu was in charge, the palace will The expenses here have increased, and the emperor will definitely feel that she can't save money like Bai Jieyu.

This matter was still a bit difficult to handle. She had to find a compromise, so that there would be no complaints in the palace and the emperor would think that she could save money.

As dusk approached, the kitten wore a little dinosaur jumpsuit and held a "seven-star sword" (a branch) in his hand. He stood by the small pond, looking at the fish in it, and recited in a sweet voice what his mother had taught him in the afternoon. How to call the little animals, "Chicks cluck, ducks quack, puppies bark, croak, croak, cat, meow, little fish..."

The little cat raised his head, looked at his mother standing next to him and asked, "Mom, what does the little fish call?"

Leng Luoyue squatted on the ground, as tall as a kitten, "Have you ever heard the little fish cry?"

Mao Mao'er tilted his head and thought for a while, shook his head vigorously, blinked his glassy eyes and said: "I haven't heard of it, Mao Mao has never heard of it, is Xiaoyu mute?"

"Small fish are not mute." Leng Luoyue squatted on the ground and explained patiently, "Small fish also make sounds, but most of the sounds made by fish are inaudible to us. There is a sound made by a fish called giant salamander, Just like the sound of a kitten crying."

"Cats don't cry." The little cat pouted.

"Aren't you going to cry?" Leng Luoyue came closer and tilted her head to look at him.

"Don't cry, you cat is a manly man." The story told by my father said that a true man bleeds without shedding tears.Father also said that Maomao is also a little man and cannot cry at all times, so Maomao will not cry anymore.

Although, he doesn't know what a man is at all.

Leng Luoyue smiled and nodded, "Then I will remember it."

When he cries, tell him what he said today.

"The Emperor is here."

Hearing the sound, Leng Luoyue frowned, why is this Feng Chenghan here again?
How many days has this been?
If he continues to go to Lengxiang Palace like this, there will be ministers from the previous dynasty who will impeach her, seduce the emperor, and seduce him away from other concubines' palaces.

When the little cat heard his father coming, his glassy eyes lit up and he ran towards the door.

After seeing his father's black figure, he rushed over like a cannonball and hugged his father's leg.

"Father~" the long tone at the end carries with it the child's admiration for his father.

A smile appeared on Fengcheng's cold and stern face. He bent down and picked up the kitten. He took two steps forward and saw that he was wearing a plain-colored skirt with wide sleeves and still lazily tied up his long, smooth hair. Her black hair was braided into a thick and loose braid, placed on her chest. Concubine Leng stood tall and graceful.

A bleak autumn maple blew past, blowing up the broken hair on both sides of her body, as well as the light sleeves and skirt.

Her eyebrows are really as light as autumn water, and her jade skin is accompanied by the breeze.

Although she is not dressed up in detail, her natural beauty and elegant temperament make people unable to take their eyes away.

In the past few days, he had been staying in Lengxiang Palace every day and night, but he still couldn't get tired of looking at this face. On the contrary, the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it seemed to him.

Seeing Feng Chenghan looking at her from a distance, Leng Luoyue blessed him.The little kitten was in his father's arms, thinking about how his mother taught him how to make small animals this afternoon. He didn't stutter at all, and the animal sounds were very similar.

Feng Chenghan listened and walked into the hall with the kitten in his arms. When he went up the steps, he saw that Leng Luoyue didn't follow, so he stopped and waited.

After entering the palace, Feng Chenghan held the kitten and sat on the Arhat bed. Leng Luoyue also sat down, picked up the teacup and teapot on the small table, and poured him a cup of warm tea.

Then he turned to Chengsheng and said, "Go tell Caiwei and Chunyu to add two more dishes tonight."

"Yes." Chengsheng exited the main hall and went to the kitchen at the back to deliver a message.

Feng Chenghan took a sip of the tea poured by Leng Luoyue and felt that the tea she poured was particularly sweet.

"Tiger is hooting, hooting, hooting..." The kitten's hands turned into claws, and it roared at its father, looking like a little milk cat with its claws exposed.

"Is it gone?" Feng Chenghan asked.

Mao Mao'er raised his little hands and said, "No."

"Why isn't there a dragon?"

Xiaomaoer looked at his mother and blinked.

Leng Luoyue said: "I have never seen a dragon, so I don't know what the dragon's cry is like."

Who has seen a dragon these days?
Even if outsiders say that Xiaomao'er is the reincarnation of a real dragon and Feng Chenghan is the real dragon emperor, then they are not dragons either!

Xiaomao'er looked at his father again, his little eyes clearly asking, "Have you seen your father?"

"...I haven't seen it before." Feng Chenghan shook his head.

Leng Luoyue smiled, "I heard the emperor ask why there is no dragon? I thought the emperor had seen a dragon and knew what the dragon's name was!"

Although the tone was sincere, Feng Chenghan still heard the sarcasm in it.

When dusk fell, dinner was served at Lenghsiang Palace.

After dinner, because there was no wind at night, Feng Chenghan suggested going to the Imperial Garden for a walk to eat.

Feng Chenghan especially liked the feeling of the three of them walking and eating. It was a little warm and he felt an unprecedented peace in his heart.

When the little cat saw the moon in the sky, he recited a poem, "This moon does not see the ancient moon, but this month once illuminated the ancient moon."

It was another poem that Feng Chenghan had never heard before, "Is this also what Concubine Leng taught you?"

Leng Luoyue raised her eyebrows, obviously.

"This poem is excellent, but I have never heard it. Could it be that it was written by Concubine Leng?" He was very clear about her literary talent. She could compose poems, but she would never be able to compose such a good poem.

"Of course not. I saw it in a poetry collection called "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Ci" when I was a child." In fact, she really wanted to pretend that she had written it, but these days it was easy for her to be pretentious. Lightning strikes, so forget it.

Feng Chenghan had never heard of this poetry collection. Logically speaking, a poetry collection with such beautiful lines should be famous all over the world.It can be seen that this collection of poems is probably an isolated copy and has never been shown in front of anyone.

There are three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics. The poet surnamed Tang and the lyricist surnamed Song alone have written three hundred poems. It can be seen that both of them are people with amazing talents.

"What's the name of the poet and lyricist?" Even if the poetry collection has not been published, this poet and lyricist must not be an ordinary person, and maybe he has heard of it.

Leng Luoyue: "..."

There are so many people, who do I have to start with?
(End of this chapter)