Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"Mother -"

So it's true that the mother and daughter are connected. Even the tearful eyes are hazy. The posture is like carved in a mold. Miss Mu opens her mouth and calls Zhen Qingqing.

Zhen Qingqing doesn't notice anything wrong. The main reason is that the lunar calendar in her arms has been crying. She doesn't notice the abnormality of her daughter at the moment.

"The lunar calendar has been crying for his mother. I can't appease him."

With a sad eyebrow and a bitter face, Zhen Qingqing even frowns, which makes people pity.

She took the first two steps and handed the child over, hoping that Miss Mu would quickly pacify the lunar calendar.

With a stiff face, Miss Mu took over the lunar calendar, but she didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, however, the little lunar calendar returned to the embrace of a familiar point and really stopped crying in an instant.

"Sure enough, it's an unfamiliar white eyed wolf. He's so good when he comes to his mother's arms."

Zhen Qingqing doesn't know the inside story. She gently relies on the arms of the high priest and begins to joke, but she is relieved.

Miss mu, for the first time, held the lunar calendar in her arms. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

Although it was a child conceived and born from her body, she couldn't make out.

There is no blood linked to move, there is no mother's love flooding heartache.

But looking at the face of the little lunar calendar, the little face that looks like hundred miles of heavy China, reminds Miss mu of the man, hundred miles of heavy China.

With a slight red light, Miss Mu's spring heart sprouted, and her eyes looking at the little lunar calendar were much softer.

However, when she raised her hand to touch the face of the lunar calendar, she just met it, which led to the crying of the little lunar calendar. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her throat. The little lunar calendar cried very sad. No matter how much she bathed and coaxed the big lady, it didn't work.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with my grandson?"

Zhen Qingqing panicked and squatted down quickly.

"I don't know. He was fine just now. I don't know what happened to him."

Miss Mu was also worried and wanted to try to hold the lunar calendar in a different position, but he was not only crying, but also kicking his legs and waving his arms to refuse Miss mu, and left several blood marks on her face with his small hands between several movements.

"Oh!"

Miss Mu's anger came up in an instant. She loosened one hand and covered her cheek. She didn't like the child who was covered with milk fragrance. She pushed the little lunar calendar into Zhen Qingqing's arms with one hand.

"What's the matter? Don't you like your mother best in the lunar calendar? Why did you scratch her face? Show me quickly. Don't leave a scar at that time!"

Zhen Qingqing was surprised. She didn't answer the lunar calendar and wanted to see the injury on Miss Mu's face first, but the high priest took it and handed it to her arms.

She didn't know why, but the high priest still knew it.

After all, he is not the mother of the lunar calendar. Although his body is the same, he is afraid that his mother and son are connected.

This child is very strange.

"Take the baby out first and let her have a good rest. What she needs most now is this."

Holding Zhen Qingqing's shoulder to comfort her, the high priest winked at Miss mu, and then urged Zhen Qingqing out of her room.