Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

Is it what a secret thing, or what? Why didn't she tell her?

Fortunately, Zhen Qingqing finally opened her mouth after hesitating for a while, but when she was about to tell Mu Yunyu, the high priest came in.

"Here you are. I just looked for you everywhere."

Intimately walked to Zhen Qingqing and sat down, with a gentle smile on the high priest's face.

When he turned his head and looked at Muyun again, the smile on his face remained the same, but it always made Muyun feel a little uncomfortable.

"婳 Er, can I call you 婳 er?"

Mingming seems to be asking for mu Yunlu's opinion. The high priest asks Mu Yunlu, but he doesn't wait for her to answer. He feels self-centered.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a big daughter. You've worked hard these years. It's hard to stay in Dayue alone?"

The body tilted slightly towards Muyun, and the high priest played the role of a loving father with deep affection.

Or the guilty one.

"Don't worry, now that you have reached the big month, I will slowly compensate you and make your life better."

Nodded, Muyun can't say a "good" word against her heart.

Seemingly sincere and sincere, she could not feel a trace of emotion from the high priest's eyes.

But when he looked at Zhen Qingqing, his eyes were completely different. How to say? Feel the emotion.

It's totally different from the way he looks at himself.

But anyway, it's just a pair of parents picked up cheaply, so Muyun doesn't feel offended and hurt. Anyway, she doesn't really have much to do with them. What's the big deal?

Zhen Qingqing was moved by the high priest's words again. She nestled in his arms emotionally, and her eyes turned red again.

It's really my mother. Hey, can you stop crying

This is what Muyun said in the bottom of her heart. She is not stupid enough to say it in front of the high priest.

Although she didn't like the high priest much, Zhen Qingqing gave her a good feeling. At least, she didn't want to hurt her.

However, fortunately, the little lunar calendar giggled, which distracted Zhen Qingqing, teased him with the lunar calendar, and smiled happily at the high priest.

"Look at the lunar calendar. Do you think he looks like you again?"

I'm like you!

Seeing the high priest stretching out his hand, Muyun seems to want to take the lunar calendar from Zhen Qingqing's arms, and instantly stands up and stops him.

"Let me hold it."

Polite and embarrassed smile, Muyun looked at both of them with a surprised face and hypocritical explanation.

"The lunar calendar is afraid of strangers. I'd better let myself hold it."

Zhen Qingqing is still stunned. She held the lunar calendar for so long and didn't feel that he was afraid of strangers?

Raised his hand and gently patted Zhen Qingqing on the back. The high priest smiled clearly.

"It's all right. He won't be afraid after more contact."

Seemingly casually, he stood up, took the lunar calendar from Zhen Qingqing's arms and held it in his arms. The high priest's expression was loving and patiently coaxed the little lunar calendar. It wasn't cheating or acting.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and Mu Yun felt the difference completely this time.

The high priest's feelings for the lunar calendar are the same as those for Zhen Qingqing.

Zhen Qingqing looks at the lunar calendar. They treat the lunar calendar like flesh and blood. They have a sense of intimacy connected by blood, which is obviously different from when they treat themselves.