The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 569 Little Peach Blossom Eyes
Seeing this, Mrs. Deng immediately grabbed the small bell ball and shook it.

"Little prince, look here, it's fun!"

Babies who are more than 20 days old, it stands to reason, should giggle as soon as they are teased.

But this little master has caused the old mother to fight and fail repeatedly.

Hearing the sound of the bell, his little head turned to the left. The movement was not yet flexible, but he worked very hard.

When you see an object that makes a sound as you wish, stare at it firmly, as if looking at it.

However, even Mrs. Deng was allowed to wave the ball and make all kinds of weird gestures, her little mouth never made a sound, and even the originally curved black eyes gradually returned to a calm state.

"Huh..." The old mother gave up again, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and said to Su Yingchun, "Mother, the little prince doesn't seem to know how to laugh yet."

She stretched out her hand, caressing the corners of her son's slightly hooked eyes with delicate fingertips, and raised the corners of her lips:

"He is always smiling."

Getting closer, pointing at the tip of his small nose, he said softly:
"Isn't that right, little peach blossom eye?"

With the same eyes as his father's, he smiled before saying anything, but he didn't like to express that's all.

As if echoing his mother's words, Xiao Baozi twisted his small body, turned his head back, and continued to face her delicate face, showing the signature "smile" exclusive to father and son.

Mrs. Deng looked at it blankly, then thought about what the queen had mentioned, and while spreading out the thick satin cloth, said casually:

"Actually, the empress doesn't need to learn how to wrap swaddling clothes or how to dress the little prince. The servants will take care of them properly."

"I know." She learned to unfurl another piece of satin cloth, "I just don't want to miss every bit about him, so I try to do it myself."

These words made the old mother look at her with admiration.

The children of the royal relatives and relatives have taken care of many children. Most of the biological mothers put their minds on competing for favor and family property, but they don't care much about the children themselves.

After all, it is a tiring job, which can be handed over to the nuns, who is willing to spend that effort.

Thinking about it this way, put away the perfunctory intentions, and taught carefully: "Look, fold it diagonally, and then press it to the waist and abdomen of the little prince, so as to wrap the whole body..."

She learned it seriously, and even used a soft pillow as a bun to practice over and over again.

Mrs. Deng was at the side giving guidance from time to time, while the little prince kept his sparkling eyes looking at the woman's patient appearance for a moment.

Difficulty hit, but still reluctant to sleep, half-closed his eyes.

Gradually, the woman's peaceful face became more and more blurred, her small mouth was poked and raised with a faintly visible arc.

Looking at the latest finished product, the old lady praised:

"That's fine."

After sitting for a long time, she thumped her sore waist.

Sure enough, his physical strength has not yet fully recovered.

Holding the "pillow swaddle" in her hand, she turned her head to look at her son, and found that at some point, the little bun had quietly fallen asleep.

The slender eyelashes cast two shadows, and the cheeks were rosy.

Fortunately, the temperature in the tent was kept comfortable, neither cold nor dry.

Otherwise, just wear underwear, afraid of catching cold.

She quickly picked up the small quilt and gently tucked it in.

Just as Mrs. Deng was about to say a few words of apology, she waved her hand to indicate that there was no need to say more.

"Your Majesty, Miss Su Man is asking to see you." Outside the stone screen, Wen Yuan reported.

She hurriedly said, "Please come in."

"Your Majesty, should this servant carry the little prince to the cradle?"

"It's okay." She touched her little forehead that was a little sweaty from sleeping, and loosened the quilt, "I'll look at him, you go and rest."

"Yes." The old nanny retreated knowingly.

After Suman entered, he felt very novel about the layout of the account.

Looking around, his eyes moved to the woman leaning on the couch.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around the small bump beside her.

(End of this chapter)