The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 392 My dear daughter, you are finally tired

After Duanmu Rong entered the palace, she bowed respectfully and said in a serious tone: "Greetings, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health and happiness."

"Flat body."

Ying Zheng looked at Duanmu Rong. This girl was already quite old this year, almost 28 years old. She had grown into a graceful young lady with skin as white as cream and a face as beautiful as jade.

She has a dignified temperament and a strong mind, a pair of phoenix eyes under her willow-shaped eyebrows, a steadiness that is not in line with her age, and a graceful and agile figure, truly elegant and refined.

She came from a Confucian family, with poetry and literature passed down from generation to generation. Her father was Duanmu Jingde, the head of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and her ancestor was the famous Duanmu Ci, also known as Zigong.

He has been practicing with Nian Duan in recent years and is Nian Duan's only direct disciple.

With this background and reputation, he basically has an upper hand in today's world among all the schools of thought.

What's rare is that this girl has been mature and steady since childhood, well-behaved and sensible, and has always done things in an orderly and upright manner. She also has a rare heart of kindness and compassion, the heart of a compassionate doctor since childhood.

He seems to be quite stiff in his every move and seems difficult to approach, but in fact, he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, tough on the outside but gentle on the inside.

She was wearing a dignified blue and white dress, quite reserved and introverted, but girls after all love beauty, so she put on some light makeup and applied light pink rouge, and also wore the high-heeled shoes that were popular in the palace, but the heels were not high, only two or three inches.

Ever since Nian Duan was worried that Ying Yi would not learn well, he brought Ying Yi back to his side. When he was busy, Duanmu Rong would teach him, and the effect was very good.

Because Zhao Ji really couldn't bear to leave Ying Yi, and Nian Duan had been recuperating in the palace during her pregnancy and childbirth, she simply never let them leave and kept them in the palace.

To be honest, taking care of children is not an easy job.

After Duanmu Rong bowed, she said to Ying Yi helplessly, "Princess, the king is busy with government affairs and cannot be disturbed casually. Come with me to the side hall to play."

Ying Yi had become much more sensible. Although she was still a little unhappy and reluctant, she just kissed Ying Zheng twice more, pouting and about to jump out of Ying Zheng's arms.

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay. I don't have anything to do right now."

"Rong'er, you've come just in time. You can help me press my head."

Duanmu Rong hesitated for a moment, nodded her head and said yes, then walked behind Ying Zheng.

Ying Yi became excited and jumped down, shouting, "Father, father, I am here to help you."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, grabbed Ying Yi's little face, and laughed, "Why, Yi'er can do this?"

Ying Yi put his hands on his waist and smiled proudly: "It doesn't look difficult. I will be able to do it if I try."

Shaking Ying Zheng's big hand, he said coquettishly: "Father, father, please let me try."

Ying Zheng smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, my little darling wants to be filial to my father, how can I not allow it?"

Duanmu Rong had already walked to Ying Zheng's side, but when she saw this scene, she quietly stepped aside.

Ying Yi ran behind Ying Zheng with a grin, and when he looked up, his little face was already wrinkled. It was too high, and he couldn't reach it even if he was sitting.

"Father, I can't reach it."

Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Tsk tsk, my little darling hasn't even made a move yet, and already I've found a place where I can't make a move, haha."

Ying Zheng stood up and looked at Ying Yi's wrinkled little face, which looked so bitter and so adorable. He laughed and kissed her twice.

He took Ying Yi to the bed for a nap and lay down on it: "Is this okay?"

Ying Yi giggled, nodded vigorously, then knelt down beside Ying Zheng's head and prepared to take action.

Duanmu Rong said softly, "Princess, wait a minute."

Ying Yi looked at Duanmu Rong in confusion. Duanmu Rong walked to the couch, knelt down, gently took off Ying Zheng's golden crown, and straightened his long hair.

"Princess, it's okay now." Ying Yi suddenly realized, nodded repeatedly, and then started to do it confidently.

Duanmu Rong looked at Ying Yi, whose expression was serious and earnest, seemingly solemn, but actually just pressed his lips randomly. She couldn't help but pursed her lips, and her rouge became a little smudged.

As for Ying Zheng, it was impossible for him to feel comfortable at all. His little heart had neither strength nor skills, so he just pressed randomly.

But what can I do about my own daughter? After all, it is out of filial piety, so I can only accept it.

Ying Yi also asked excitedly: "Father, father, is it comfortable? How is the massage from your son?"

Ying Zheng praised loudly: "Good, very good, you are worthy of being my sweetheart, just good."

"But there is still some room for improvement. You can improve and learn more from your mother and senior sister."

Ying Yi became even more excited after hearing this. He nodded and pressed seriously, pressing hard on Ying Zheng's temple several times.

Ying Zheng thought to himself, my dear daughter, if it weren't for your father's high level of cultivation, I would never let you do such a reckless thing.

Duanmu Rong couldn't help but twitch her eyes several times, and seeing Ying Zheng praising her, she couldn't say anything.

When the little snow girl saw this from afar, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Ying Yi was young, and he ran out of strength after a while, and even had no energy to speak.

"Father, I am a little tired. Can I take a rest?"

Ying Zheng was overjoyed, my dear daughter, you are finally tired.

He quickly said, "Okay, okay, come to father's arms, let your sister come instead."

Ying Yi snuggled into Ying Zheng's arms. She was also a little sleepy, so Ying Zheng stroked her little head and fell asleep.

Duanmu Rong climbed onto the couch, knelt gracefully, and gently straightened Ying Zheng's hair that had just been messed up. After hesitating for a moment, she lifted Ying Zheng's head, leaned forward, and placed Ying Zheng's head on her thighs.

Ying Zheng looked up and saw that he could still see his face, so he smiled slightly.

Duanmu Rong didn't dare to look at Ying Zheng closely and looked away.

Ying Zheng was not in the mood to tease the little girl. After all his daughter's operations just now, he was not relaxed at all. Instead, his head was even more tired. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Compared with just now, the difference is huge. Duanmu Rong's technique is not inferior to her master's.

Besides, it is very comfortable to rest your head on the girl's thighs.

Ying Zheng breathed comfortably, smelling the girl's body fragrance with a faint medicinal scent, and prepared to take a nap.

After a long while, seeing that Ying Zheng fell asleep, Duanmu Rong gently lifted Ying Zheng's head, preparing to leave quietly, but she couldn't move.

My legs are numb.

Duanmu Rong secretly groaned, and had to put Ying Zheng down again, circulating her true energy to relax her muscles and tendons.

Another quarter of an hour later, Ying Zheng opened his eyes and looked at Duanmu Rong. It was not easy for the little girl at the moment.

Ying Zheng lifted up Ying Yi, who was sleeping soundly, and put her aside to continue sleeping, while he sat up.

The voice transmission said: "Go get me a basin of water."

Duanmu Rong pointed at her legs with a bitter face, and Ying Zheng couldn't help but smile.

He pressed his big hands on Duan Murong's legs, circulated the Qi in his palms, and solved the problem after a few breaths.

(End of this chapter)