Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 198 First Snow①

Murong Wanyou settled down in the palace with peace of mind, even with her chirping and chirping like a lark and Qingqing dancing and playing the piano every day, she also lived a comfortable life.

Five days later, the concubine said that she would go to a Buddhist temple in the suburbs of Beijing to offer incense and pray for blessings. Although Wanyou and Qingqing had a good time chatting and dancing, the few days she stayed in the mansion made her feel a little bored. It's time to move your muscles.

She happily followed the concubine early in the morning.

These days Murong Jin is busy with military affairs and is often not in the mansion.

Suddenly became quiet, Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable, but these days studying dance with Wanyou also made Qingqing a little tired.

She gently caressed her lower abdomen, her body became more and more bulky when she was pregnant.

After breakfast, snowflakes suddenly fluttered in the sky. This was the first snowfall in the Layue Gate.

Snowflakes fluttered down and danced in the wind. Qingqing stood in front of the long carved window and stretched out her hands to catch the snowflakes, which quickly melted into a drop of snow water when they hit her hands coolly.

At this moment, Yuanyang is sitting next to the charcoal stove with gold thread pinching flowers, making small clothes for the baby. The big red Suzhou embroidery satin is gently stitched by Yuanyang's skillful hands like the spring wind, Qingqing begins to fantasize about pink What a doodle baby would look like in this dress.

The little guy also seemed to feel that Qingqing was thinking of him, kicked Qingqing and Qingqing couldn't help being delighted, seeing the coherent and natural movement of the mandarin duck gently biting off the thread with his teeth, he suddenly thought of his mother in modern times: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, There is a coat on your son's body. Before leaving, it is tightly stitched, and I hope that my son will return quickly. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay three springs."

Yuanyang didn't know what Qingqing was thinking, she heard Qingqing jokingly said when she said this poem: "The empress is the little prince's mother. The elder and the younger prince called shortly.

(End of this chapter)