Chapter 583 Out of Favor

So, they really, simply fell asleep.

He extinguished the candle, pulled up the quilt for her, and kindly reminded:

"Tighten your belt tightly, it's cold at night, don't catch the cold."

"You..." She hesitated.

In this kind of matter, he has always been impatient, and it is not her turn to bother.

I really don't know how to explain it, her "sleeping" doesn't mean it literally...

"Zhi'er won't wake up." She hinted obliquely.

He closed his eyes, the moonlight shone on his handsome eyebrows, adding charm.

The words that can be exported are not charming: "Rest early, don't you have to feed when you are ugly."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his big hand and patted his slender back.

This behavior made her even more depressed.

It's so perfunctory, do you think she is a little bun?
On this side, the woman tossed and tangled, and on the other side, the man's breathing gradually calmed down.

When she was struggling, she muttered unwillingly:

"Waiting for tomorrow... I will definitely get you..."

Take down.

More than ten days passed, and the empress still didn't get the chance to serve her bed.

She felt that she might have fallen out of favor.

Not to mention "dry firewood and fierce fire", even the "triggering fire" last time has never happened.

If it wasn't for his attitude as usual, and returning to the inner hall every night, besides dealing with political affairs, he would be with their mother and son.

I really doubt it...he has a new love.

When this happened, she sat cross-legged on the couch and teased her son.

While he was reviewing papers, he raised his eyes to look at them from time to time, with a faint smile on his lips.

In fact, it doesn't seem like he has changed his mind.

Picking up a pen to write down the word "quasi", he thought of one thing with two minds, and tentatively proposed:

"Ninny, don't get too used to Zhi'er, if one day you feel unwell and he doesn't want to be fed by the wet nurse, wouldn't he have to suffer?"

In fact, he has been worried that she will be tired, and he always tries to dissuade her.

Xu Shi cherishes this hard-won child, and she is very persistent about it and refuses to compromise.

So, it's just a question, and I don't expect to get an answer.

Opening another booklet, it is the magistrate of Gukou County who reported the allocation of funds to build some temples, implying that the people should pray for the little prince.

He stared at the gigantic construction plan and sneered.

The big word "refutation" fell down, and it was written that "the performance appraisal at the end of the year will be at the bottom, and you will be demoted."

One by one, they are really sycophants.

His son, how could he let himself be flattered, if he was raised and abandoned, he would be ashamed of the ancestors of Daqi Liezong.

Throwing it aside, just about to approve the next book, a "know it" came to my ears.

The tip of the pen stopped, and looked at her quite unexpectedly: "So obedient?"

"Because you're right."

She shook the bell to lure the little prince to snatch it. The three-month-old baby raised her little hands high and could already make opening and clenching movements.

"The firm has been entrusted to a few big shopkeepers for nearly a year, so I have to sell some strength, and I can't live up to the title of 'Imperial Merchant'. Besides, there are many trivial matters to be arranged in the harem." Empress Mother, who is also Daqi's empress, has to take care of everything, so don't treat one more favorably than another."

Putting down the cinnabar pen, he walked to the side of the couch, met those sparkling water eyes, and softened his face:

"Will it be too hard?"

"No." With a heartbeat, she calmly summoned Zijuan and gave some instructions.

The maid immediately picked up the little prince and walked out of the palace.

He was slightly surprised: "This is..."

"You taught me to be decisive in doing things. Since I have this intention, I will give it to the wet nurse to try tonight."

She knelt and sat with her neck slightly raised, as if begging for reward.

Stretched out two green fingers, clamped his clothes, tugged, and said softly:
"Your Highness, am I powerful?"

The black eyes turned dark, and a flash of her familiar brilliance flashed.

(End of this chapter)

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