Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

"Crash..." Hearing the sound coming from the bathroom behind, Leng Luoyue couldn't help but think of the scene when she saw Xiao Xuan bathing in that bathtub.

The image of water droplets sliding over his strong chest and abdominal muscles also appeared in his mind.

For a moment, my face turned red, my heart was pounding, and I was confused.

"Papa..." Leng Luoyue patted her hot face, exhaled a breath of thick air, swallowed dryly and warned herself, "Don't think about it anymore, you can't think about it anymore, sleep, sleep."

She covered her head with a thin quilt. She felt it was too hot, so she hit the quilt and turned over to block out the sound of water behind her.

The sound of water behind her was loud for a long time, and it was impossible to ignore, but Leng Luoyue might be too sleepy, so after controlling her mind not to think about anything, she slowly fell asleep again.

By the time Feng Chenghan came out of the bathroom, it was already an hour later.

After being alone for too long, and suddenly having such a deep kiss, the desire in the body almost poured out.

Even if I soaked in the completely cold water, I couldn't calm down for a long time.

He relieved himself twice before he could calm down a little and walk out of the bathroom.

When Feng Chenghan walked into the bedroom, he heard Leng Luoyue's even breathing. It was obvious that she had fallen asleep.

When I walked to Arhat's bed, I saw her sleeping with her back to the inside, with a thin quilt around her waist.

"You fell asleep quickly, but I am destined to have trouble sleeping tonight." Feng Chenghan said with a soft smile.

After standing beside Arhat's bed and watching for a while, he bent down and kissed Leng Luoyue on the cheek, then turned and left the bedroom.

Since you can't sleep, let's approve the memorial.

In the outer hall, Xiao Luzi was studying ink and secretly looking at the emperor who was giving a memorial with his peripheral vision.

The emperor was tired tonight. If he didn't hug Concubine Leng and give her some tenderness, why would he come out in the middle of the night to review the memorial?

These memorials are not important. The important ones were approved by the emperor the day before yesterday.

Although he has served the emperor closely for so many years, sometimes he still doesn't understand the emperor.

Feng Chenghan reviewed the memorial until the sky turned blue, then he packed up and went to court.

When Leng Luoyue woke up, the sun was out.

One day, the morning court was not attended, and political affairs piled up. Today's morning court was delayed for a long time, and Feng Chenghan did not come back to have breakfast together.

After Leng Luoyue and Xiao Mao'er had breakfast together, Princess Hong brought the puppy to play.

The three children were sitting and playing together, while Princess Hong asked Leng Luoyue about the charity auction and what the auction method was.

Leng Luoyue told her in detail that Princess Hong thought this charity auction was very good. She also planned to donate two things to the auction. Not only would she do good deeds, but she would also gain a good reputation.

The three children played for less than an hour when the puppy peed his pants, so Princess Hong took him away.

At noon, Feng Chenghan did not go back to Longxiang Hall for dinner because he was busy discussing matters with the ministers.

After Leng Luoyue woke up from her nap, she asked Chun Yu to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for her. This time, it was a quill pen.

She held a quill with the tip dipped in ink, thought about it for a moment, and wrote three words on the paper: "Orphan Little Wood".

Yes, her wild book is about to make a comeback.

She wanted to write a touching story about orphans, and then get everyone to support the creation of an orphanage, pity and tolerate these helpless orphans, and let more people donate their love. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, eight-year-old Xiaomu died on this day of family reunion. Heavy snow like goose feathers fell, gradually covering his already stiff little body...

Leng Luoyue started with Xiaomu's death and wrote the story "Therefore Xiaomu".

Her thoughts flowed like a spring, and she wrote like a spirit. She wrote quickly and smoothly. When she wrote about sad parts, her eyes became red and she shed tears.

When Chun Yu was making tea, he saw the Queen crying and didn't know what she was writing, so she felt worried.

I wanted to ask, but I was afraid that it would touch the Queen's sadness and make her even more sad, so I didn't dare to ask.

I had no choice but to tell His Highness the Crown Prince to go in and take a look and comfort His Majesty.

When Xiaomao'er heard that her mother was crying, she quickly entered the bedroom and saw her mother crouching in front of the desk and writing furiously. Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

"Mom..." Xiaomaoer frowned and ran over.

Hearing Mao Mao'er's voice, Leng Luoyue paused with the pen in her hand. She raised her head and saw Mao Mao'er running over with her eyebrows furrowed. She then put down her pen and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiaomao'er stepped forward, hugged her mother's arm, looked at her red eyes and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Leng Luoyue understood why Xiaomao'er looked like this, and smiled and said: "Mom is writing a story. The protagonist's experience in the story is so tragic that she made herself cry."

It turned out that this was what happened. Xiaomao'er was relieved, tilted his head in confusion and asked: "Why did mother write the protagonist's experience so tragically? Can't she make him happy?"

Leng Luoyue touched Xiao Mao'er's head, "People like to read happy and relaxing stories with happy endings, but not all things and people in this world are happy and happy. There are still many miserable people and miserable people. thing."

"We can't just write such stories just because everyone likes happy and fulfilling stories. Those tragic people and things also need to be written out for people to see."

There are many stories that some people just read and then say, "This kid is so miserable."

However, some people will also think after reading such a story.

For example, why does such a tragedy happen?

What can I do to prevent this tragedy from happening again?

It is also possible that when you see such a poor begging child on the street, you will lend a helping hand.

Xiaomao'er blinked, thought for a while and said, "Just like Xiao Shitou and Aunt Lan."

Before my mother went to the mountain, the aunts and children in the village lived a very miserable life.

Leng Luoyue nodded, "Yes, there are also those people we saw outside, those without fathers and mothers, homeless, starving to death and dying of illness on the streets."

"Mom, I want to see how you write."

"Wait until mother finishes writing and then read it?"

"Yeah." Kitty nodded.

"Then Maomao won't disturb mother from writing stories." After saying that, he exited the bedroom obediently.

Then, it was not that anything happened to his mother, she was just writing a somewhat tragic story, and she told Chun Yu that she had cried while writing it.

After hearing this, Chunyu felt relieved and became curious about the stories written by the Queen. She also wanted to read the story that made the Queen herself cry.

So what kind of story will it be? (End of chapter)