After the lazy emperor

She withdrew her gaze from him, looked at the person Man Ting didn't know, and sighed slightly, but when she saw her father's earnest and kind eyes on her, Feng Ning's heart warmed, and she immediately ignored it. All the people spread out a smile that could make the surrounding lose color, and sweetly called to Nalan Qinghong: "Daddy——."

Seeing that his daughter was safe, Nalan Qinghong was very happy, stood up involuntarily, let his Feng'er throw himself into his arms happily, and caressed her daughter's Qingsi kindly, "Feng'er, my Feng'er, why don't you?" Thin?"

Feng Ning hesitated slightly, the long-lost concern, her needs were so simple, her eyes were filled with tears, and she cried a little, "Well, my daughter has lost weight, so it's my father." Leaving her father's embrace, Feng Ning twitched Looking at the hair on his head, "Why is Daddy's hair gray again? Did he disobey his daughter and stay up late reading? Or he didn't eat well, deliberately making her feel bad."

Thinking of the rules she set for herself in the mansion, Nalan Qinghong swept away the gloom and laughed, "Where is it? Daddy does it according to Feng'er's instructions every day, and he is completely with Feng'er. It's the same as before."

Feng Ning frowned, with a suspicious tone, "Really?"

Nalan Qinghong nodded affirmatively, and Feng Ning leaned into his father's arms as if no one else was there, "My daughter knows that Daddy treats Feng'er the best."

Both Yao Li and Uncle Liang Guo secretly glanced at their daughter. Since they were young, when had they ever acted like a baby to themselves? That warm scene made the two rivals feel the same way. It's a blessing for a woman to be like this.

'Cough—cough—' I don't know who coughed, which disturbed the reunion of Feng Ning's father and daughter. Nalan Qinghong came back to his senses. He hadn't seen his daughter for a long time. He was a little too happy to remember. As a monarch and subject, even if she is not favored, she is still the emperor's concubine. She immediately distanced herself from Feng Ning, arched her hands in a bow, and said seriously: "Chen Nalan Qinghong has seen Concubine Ning."

Supporting his body that was about to kneel down, Feng Ning frowned somewhat dissatisfied, "Father kneeling on his daughter, do you want her to lose her life or be struck by lightning?"

Hearing this, Nalan Qingchong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This is indeed a daughter's style. She always has her own reasons and is stronger than she imagined. Salutations are due."

The feudal ideology is really not ordinary stubbornness, and she doesn't expect to change anything by herself. She shook her head helplessly, but she heard her father say: "Your Majesty has been here for a long time, please go see Your Majesty."

Feng Ning almost forgot how many other people there are here. Just as she was about to move her eyes, a voice so soft that it made her feel cold came out, "Sister Concubine Ning, you and I entered the palace on the same day, and we are busy serving His Majesty on weekdays." , I didn't gossip with you, so don't blame my sister."

Feng Ning's eyes fell on the beautiful woman in the cherry red embroidered skirt, she sneered at her kindness, and entered the palace at the same time, she was Concubine Hua, Feng Ning shook her body lightly, her gauze skirt swaying slightly , the autumn wind blew past, set off the elegance of the whole body, took a step, filled the body, and showed half sincerity: "The concubine Hua is polite. Compared with Feng Ning, her majesty is more important. How dare Feng Ning disturb the time when the majesty is with your majesty?" "There are plays to watch, Feng Ning naturally does not want to let go of the opportunity for entertainment.