The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 646 Autumn goes to spring
When the danger was lifted, a certain person became proud again, leaned on his broad shoulders, and said softly:
"The maid said, you can use this to verify the degree of sympathy. I have an idea, and I will give you a surprise by the way."

He was expressionless.

Oh, what a clever little ghost.

"So, how on earth did you recognize me?" She was extremely curious.

The key is to discover it so quickly without any warning.

"Is it difficult." He evoked a wicked smile, "Which inch hasn't been kissed, huh?"

She stretched out her hand and beat him: "Be serious!"

"Well, it's probably because the bracelet on your wrist was worn by me, and here." The long finger tapped the side of her neck near the back, "The traces left just last night are very obvious, combined together, The answer is just around the corner.”

"Ah, it's no wonder that when changing clothes, the maid covered her mouth and smiled." She punched her again in embarrassment, "Huangfu Yue, you can't be gentle..."

"Okay." He agreed quite readily, "Take it lightly tonight."

"Not tonight!"

"I've put on all the wedding clothes, how can I live up to this beautiful and beautiful wedding night?"

"..." She had a hunch that this trick would have to be used several times.

It's really lifting a rock and hitting your own foot.

Eunuch Yu was puzzled when he heard the faint laughter coming from the cabin.

What the hell are the emperor and the empress playing?

At the end of Jiqiu, she received a letter from Luoluzhou County, opened the first piece of paper, and said a few words:
"Sister Su, I gave birth to a baby girl five days ago. I named it Tian. I don't want wealth and honor, but I just want her to live a peaceful and healthy life. Although she can't be granted an ultimatum, in the hearts of my fourth brother and me, she is the most precious little princess. Everything Well, don't read, look forward to seeing you again."

He took out the second sheet, on the snow-white rice paper, there was a pair of little feet in light ink, which must belong to Huangfu Tian.

With a happy smile, she carefully collected the letter and wanted to share the good news with him immediately.

"What about the emperor?"

Zijuan asked the guard, and said: "It is said that he took the little prince to the school grounds."

"Both of them, it's rain or shine." Pian Ran got up, and gathered the gauze, "Let's go, go and see."

This was the first time she came back to the martial arts training ground, looking at the cold weapons around her, she thought to herself that it was so terrifying, are she sure her son won't cry in fright?

"Elevate the posture--point prick--backward--"

In the center of the field, two figures, one large and one small, stood with their hands behind their backs.

The little one held a small wooden sword tightly, and was swaying the corresponding moves while shouting in a milky voice.

With firm eyes and a serious demeanor, every strike, every stride, I try my best to be perfect.

"Wrong, go further." The man corrected seriously, "Come again."

"Yes, Father."

Regaining his momentum, the little prince continued to shout:

"Elevate the posture--point prick--step forward--"

She smiled leisurely, without stepping forward to disturb her, she leaned against the fence and quietly admired the heroic appearance of the two.

The leaves were falling, and the cool wind was blowing, which made the father and son's robes swish, and the sleeves of the clothes fluttered, fascinating her eyes.

Autumn goes to spring, and twilight goes to court.

Three years, like a white horse passing by, is fleeting.

"Chang Jiao divides the water potential - puts fingers together -"

The sound of milk is no longer milky, and the empty school grounds echoed with the rigid voice of a child.

The tall man was still handsome, nothing had changed.

The little prince, on the other hand, is much taller, his limbs are slender, some of the baby's soft flesh has faded away, his face is smaller, and his facial features are more handsome.

The calmness between the brows also became more and more serious.

The small wrist turned deftly, and he drew a sword flower, closing the momentum.

After practicing a set of sword skills, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his white forehead.

(End of this chapter)