Congratulations on opening the coffin

Looking at this scene, Shen Ruo couldn't help but find it funny. Is this the eldest child in the family competing for favor with Xiaobao?
Lin'er had always been very mature and reliable before. Although she was very happy for the child, she was still a little lonely. She would always think of the seven years she had accidentally missed, and feel a little guilty towards Lin'er.

Seeing that he would do such a childish thing now, she was quite relieved.

It's just that after he hugged the child, the little guy struggled constantly, as if he felt that his brother's embrace was not as soft and comfortable as his mother's, and kept screaming "ahhh", but he tossed his elder brother quite hard.

Shen Ruo couldn't help but said: "Why don't I come?"

The boy's jaw was tense, and he looked serious, holding the baby in his arms that was less than three months old, and solemnly taught: "Hey, don't mess around, isn't it enough for mother to run around with you every day? Let your mother have a good rest."

The little guy struggled for a long time, but after it was useless, he sucked his thumb into his mouth and yelled "Abaaaba". The young man thought that he finally stopped tossing around, and just about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a burst of pain in his hand. It was warm, and his face changed instantly.

"Mom, he seems to..."

"Ah, I smell it."

Shen Ruo is familiar with this kind of situation. Although the baby smells of milk and milk, the poop that is pulled out is still stinky, even stinky, like an intolerable biological weapon.

As long as it is not his own, he may want to throw the stink bomb maker away every minute.

Shen Ruo took the little guy over, took off his trousers skillfully, packed the dirty underpants, put them in the corner of the car, took out the water bag from the dark compartment of the car, dipped his handkerchief in water, and gave the little guy Bai Nen Wipe the tender little ass clean, and finally put the pants on him.

After everything was done, another delicious baby was freshly baked.

The little guy who did something bad, not only didn't feel sorry, but seemed happy because of the adult's fuss. Shen Ruo kissed his little cheek, and said helplessly and funnyly: "What a little villain."

Suddenly, she felt the gaze from the other side, and seeing the boy pursed his lips and looked straight at her, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, do you want to come and hug me too?"

Originally, she was just joking, but she didn't expect the young man to sit down from the opposite seat and continue to look at her silently.

Shen Ruo laughed: "Okay, mother hugs you!"

She opened her hands, smiled and pressed the head of her almost grown-up son into her arms, and rubbed it smoothly, messing up his combed hair.

The young man also seemed to have no temper, allowing her to mess around, but the breath in his body became very peaceful and quiet, as if he had returned to his mother's belly.

Shen Ruo caressed the young man's head, repeatedly. His hair was very similar to hers, soft and smooth. With his fingertips inserted into the hair, he could comb it all the way to the end, just like stroking a super-hair. Large long-haired Maine Coon cat.

This metaphor suddenly popped up in her mind, and she couldn't help but almost laughed out loud, but now that her son has grown up and has super self-esteem, if he finds out, he might kill him with his eyes again.

She stroked it twice before slowly saying, "Lin'er."

"Well?"

It seemed that lying on Mother's lap made him feel very comfortable. After a short while, he was already sleepy, and he spoke with a strong nasal voice, appearing a bit lazy like a cat.

Shen Ruo paused for a while, bent down and kissed his son's hair: "It's okay, go to sleep, there is still a long way to go, don't worry, mother will always be with you."

The wheels are rolling, the journey is long, and the car is filled with a warm and quiet atmosphere between parents and children.

When the carriage rushed back to Huafu, the sun had completely sunk, and a few stars lit up on the thin blue sky, dotted beside the crescent moon.

Seeing that her son lying on her lap was soundly asleep, Shen Ruo moved closer, trying to wake him up, but after getting closer, she suddenly noticed an inconspicuous black spot under the corner of his eyes.

During this period of time, he should have been very busy, so he didn't have time to take a good rest.

Now that Xiao Chen is the emperor, Lin'er is the orthodox prince, but he has followed her around in the past six months, protecting her secretly, and at the same time dealing with the government affairs of the prince's mansion, it must be very hard.

Shen Ruo suddenly remembered that in the original history, she became the empress, and then she was forced to death by the officials and the people because of the abnormal weather in the world. After that, what happened to Lin'er?What happened to Feng Yin?
Thinking of the tragic situation they might encounter, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. Perhaps this is the inevitable change after becoming a mother. The depth of love and the length of planning.

She stroked Lin'er's head up and down to make him sleep more peacefully, but she didn't want someone to suddenly open the car curtain excitedly, and shouted excitedly: "Master, I've waited for you back—— "

The voice stopped abruptly, just because she saw the scene in the carriage clearly, she covered her mouth, her expression changed to discover the teasing and joking after the gossip, "I'm sorry, sorry, I interrupted, master, you continue."

But with her loud voice, even a dead pig was scared to death, not to mention Shen Xiulin who was in a light sleep, he only slept so soundly when he was beside his mother.

He raised his eyelashes, his lacquered black eyes were clear, only his slightly hoarse voice showed how deep he had just slept: "Mother, since you've arrived, why didn't you call me?"

"mother!!?"

Before Shen Ruo could reply, a voice with a higher decibel directly overwhelmed her, and she was a little helpless: "Miss Murong has a habit of mistaking people for their mothers?"

"You you you, he he he—"

Murong Yan pointed back and forth between the two of them, before saying dumbfounded, "Is this some kind of special game popular among the nobles of the aristocratic family?"

She rubbed her chin, and muttered in a serious manner, "I heard that those powerful people lack love since childhood, and they like to call their mothers on the bed to make up for their lack of childhood. I didn't expect to see them today. "

Does this little girl think that as long as she speaks quietly, what she says to herself will not be heard?

Shen Ruo felt the veins on her forehead twitching wildly, and after a long while, she finally let her choke out a sentence: "His name is Shen Xiulin, and he is my son who was born in October...to be precise, it is my body in October. The son born after pregnancy, anyway, he is my son, don't talk nonsense."

The little girl didn't even think about it, so she said bluntly: "Master, are you seeing me blind? How could you give birth to a son who is as old as you, even if you fool a fool, you are not like this."

Shen Ruo said expressionlessly: "Don't call me Master, and I'm already over 30 years old, you are indeed blind."