Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Feng Chenghan's hands were severely burned. Although he was treated in time, the thumbs and index fingers of both hands were blistered, and the pain was severe when he moved them.

Naturally, he couldn't do the follow-up work. Leng Luoyue called Chun Yu and Qiu Feng into the kitchen to help.

The cake was made until the third quarter of the year, and Feng Chenghan also waited until the third quarter of the hour. The words "Happy Birthday Feng Jiuxiao" on the cake were squeezed out by him with a decorating bag.

The nine-story cake was escorted by the palace staff and put into the ice cellar to be refrigerated and finalized. When the birthday party is held tomorrow, it will be taken out of the ice cellar and sent to the Changle Hall where the banquet will be held.

After working for a long time, Feng Chenghan and Leng Luoyue were both exhausted and fell asleep directly after taking a bath.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." Leng Luoyue was awakened by a burst of bird calls.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the cyan bed curtain under the bed for three seconds before she was completely awake.

He sat up with his hands on the bed and squeezed his aching arms.

After a long sleep, my arms became more and more uncomfortable. It was obviously due to strain from making cakes yesterday.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." The kitten's little fat chirp has grown into a big fat chirp. Its feathers are darker in color and have patterns. Now it is jumping up and down on the window sill and calling.

Obviously, it was this fat chirp that woke up Leng Luoyue.

Leng Luoyue sat on the bed and looked outside. Feng Chenghan and Xiaomao'er were no longer on Luohan's bed. Apparently they had gotten up long ago.

There were faint sounds of voices coming from the outer hall, and the sound of chopsticks touching dishes.

It seems that they are already having breakfast.

Leng Luoyue thought so, lifted up the thin quilt and got out of bed.

At this time, Xia Chan walked into the bedroom, "The queen is awake, and the maid is waiting for the queen to wash herself."

Leng Luoyue nodded, yawned and walked to the cubicle.

After a simple wash, Leng Luoyue didn't tie up her hair or put on makeup. She simply tied her hip-length hair loosely with a hair tie, put on a smoky blue coat, and went out to have breakfast. .

Feng Chenghan and Mao Mao'er in the outer hall were also having breakfast in their regular clothes. Seeing her getting up and coming out, Mao Mao'er sweetly called "Mother."

"You're awake, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Feng Chenghan looked at Leng Luoyue and said. He just thought that she was tired yesterday and wanted her to sleep a little longer, so he and Xiao Mao'er quietly got up and washed themselves. Yes, I didn't wake her up.

Feng Chenghan liked the way she looked just after washing up and without dressing up. Not only was she lazy, but she also had a pure beauty that "naturally removes the carvings and makes hibiscus emerge from clear water."

Leng Luoyue shook her head, "I've slept enough."

Qiu Feng added a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and brought several side dishes and breakfast that were warming in the small kitchen to the table.

Leng Luoyue drank the porridge with a spoon, glanced at Feng Chenghan's hand holding the tea cup, and asked, "Is your hand feeling better?"

When the latter heard her concerned inquiry, he put down the tea cup and spread his hands to show her, "After applying the medicine, the bubble has subsided overnight and it's not that painful anymore."

Leng Luoyue stared at his hand for a few times, nodded, said nothing, and concentrated on breakfast.

Xiaomao'er's birthday banquet was held at noon, in the same Changle Hall as before, and the guests who came to the palace to attend the birthday banquet would already enter the palace.

After breakfast, Leng Luoyue dressed up the little cat. It was just dressing up the little cat in his black prince's uniform and tying up his hair with a small golden crown.

Leng Luoyue felt that just tying up her hair was too monotonous, so she braided two thousand-strand braids on the left and right sides of Xiaomao's forehead, braided them all the way to the top of her head, and then tied them together with other hair on her head.

"Mom, do I look good?" Xiaomao'er asked, touching the braid on her head with her little hand.Leng Luoyue hugged the kitten and kissed his soft and waxy smiling face, "It's beautiful. My kitten is the prettiest."

Her cat, like her, has thick hair and a low hairline. She has a perfectly arc-shaped hairline, which makes her full forehead look good. She will never have to worry about her hairline moving back in the future. Bald.

At present, it seems that neither she nor Feng Chenghan has inherited the baldness gene from him.

Xiaomaoer smiled happily and took a cute photo in the bronze mirror. The hair my mother combed for me was really beautiful.

"Father, look, this is the hair my mother combed for me." The kitten ran outside the screen to show off in front of his father who was changing clothes. "Isn't it beautiful?"

While Feng Chenghan was tying his belt, he looked down at the little cat's head and said, "It does look good."

After two years of not seeing each other, Ah Yue has learned how to tie people's hair, so he wants her to tie her hair too.

As soon as Leng Luoyue changed into the clothes she was going to wear today, Feng Chenghan came in with her hair disheveled.

"Ayue, can you help me tie my hair?"

Leng Luoyue looked at his disheveled hair, frowned and said, "Wasn't your hair tied up well just now?"

Feng Chenghan not only has mysophobia, but also has obsessive-compulsive disorder. When he gets up, his clothes and hair will be neat and tidy. He will never walk out of the dormitory door with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes.

"I accidentally bumped into each other when I was changing my clothes, and they fell apart again." Feng Chenghan lied without a red face and a heartbeat.

Xia Chan lowered her head and snickered. The emperor's lie was too embarrassing. When putting on and taking off the clothes, it was not put on from the top of the head. If it was taken off from the top of the head, it would not touch the hair crown on the top of the head.

If he wants Concubine Leng to tie his hair, just say so and make up such a lie that can be easily seen through.

"Do you think I look like a fool?" Leng Luoyue said speechlessly.

The clothes worn by the ancients were not like modern round-neck clothes, and the hair crown could not be touched when putting it on and taking off.

Fengcheng Han touched his nose and said, "Today I want you to tie up my hair. You have already tied up Xiaomao's hair, so you can't favor one over the other."

"Ha..." Leng Luoyue smiled. Is this how you treat one person favorably?
"Little Kitty is my son, and so are you..."

"I am your husband." Feng Chenghan interrupted her, "It is natural for a wife to tie her husband's hair."

"Then what should you do for me as a matter of course?" Leng Luoyue asked with a smile.

Feng Chenghan's eyes fell on the luozidai placed on the dressing table, "My husband can paint your eyebrows. You tie your hair for me and I will paint your eyebrows." This is the joy of the boudoir.

Leng Luoyue stretched out her palm and said, "No need."

Dama, she was afraid that Feng Chenghan would turn her eyebrows into Guan Gong.

She stood up and said, "Come and sit, I will tie your hair."

Since he wanted a hairstyle like Kitten's so much, she could just get him one.

Although Feng Chenghan felt a little disappointed because she didn't need him to draw her eyebrows, he happily walked to the dressing table and sat down.

Leng Luoyue combed his hair with a comb and found a few white hairs on his head. Her pupils shrank and she felt a little bit distressed in her heart.

He usually spends too much time on state affairs, and even before he is thirty, his white hair has grown out. (End of chapter)