Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 222 These Two Words Are Daddy

In the evening, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Jun Beicheng was reviewing the memorial meticulously, and the ancestor in the little dragon robe next to him sat up and grabbed his brush, looking at him innocently.

Little Ari tilted his head and looked at Jun Beicheng.

Jun Beicheng put the pen aside, leaned his elbow and looked sideways at Ari: "But are you hungry?"

Little Ahri turned his head away, his chubby face shaking.

"thirsty?"

Little Ari still shook his head, pursed his mouth and spit bubbles.

Xia Yan saw that His Royal Highness disturbed Jun Beicheng's work, so he approached Ari intimately: "Why don't you take your Highness to rest?"

"It's okay," Jun Beicheng directly picked up the little Ari from the desk, and let him sit on his lap, "It's rare to have time to play with him, it seems that he is in good spirits."

Xia Yan nodded, then stepped back and stood aside.

Ari is a small ball, soft, and it feels good to hold. Jun Beicheng squeezed his little mouth and teased him: "Will you call him Daddy?"

"Ah~" The little Ahri jumped up and down on Jun Beicheng's lap happily, all eyes were on his father.

"Come on, daddy will write it for you and teach you how to read it."

As he spoke, Jun Beicheng held Ari in his arms with one hand, and wrote on the rice paper with his right hand.

On the white rice paper, two majestic handwritings were quickly written: Daddy.

"These two characters are Daddy."

Jun Beicheng shook his arms slightly, and little Ari bit his finger and looked at the rice paper, as if he was thinking about the words his father had taught him.

"You can't bite your fingers," Jun Beicheng took his little finger out of his mouth, hooked his little nose, and reprimanded him in a low voice, "If you bite your finger again, I won't like you."

Little Ari smacked her lips obediently, put her fingers away, and looked at Jun Beicheng cutely.

Jun Beicheng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and praised: "This is a good boy."

"Ya..." Little Ari pointed to the words on the rice paper, blinked her big watery eyes, and said, "Yaya~"

"I didn't hear clearly," Jun Beicheng deliberately lowered his head and approached him, and asked, "What did Ari say?"

The little Ari approached Jun Beicheng's ear quietly, and bit his father's ear maliciously, because he had no teeth, the bite turned into a kiss.

Jun Beicheng coughed lightly, looked down at this simple-minded man, and said, "Didn't you take advantage of your mother?"

Little Ari covered her mouth shyly, her calves kept thrashing, and she smiled foolishly.

Jun Beicheng couldn't help laughing at Ahri's little movements.

Xia Yan pursed his lips, his heart itching very much, the little Highness is simply too cute!
The baby's skin can be broken with blows and bombs, and one can't help but want to pinch it a few times. No wonder the emperor likes to pinch His Highness's face so much. It is tender and tender, and it must feel good to the touch.

"I've seen my lady—"

At the gate of the hall, the maids saluted respectfully.

Fu Ling ran to the desk with a snack box, sat beside Jun Beicheng, and stretched out her hands: "Hug my son."

Jun Beicheng smiled faintly, and hugged the little Ari to Fu Ling.

Ari is like a little sloth, clinging happily to Fu Ling's arm, lying on it and rubbing against her arm.

Fuling picked up the little Ari, let him stand on her lap, looked at him with wide eyes, and acted like a baby: "Do you miss me, Ari, do you miss me?"

Little Ari nodded frantically, waving his arms up and down, and his calves kept dancing: "Ya~"

Xia Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, going crazy, really wanting to hug His Royal Highness!

Jun Beicheng tidied the clothes for little Ari thoughtfully, and rubbed his head: "Hanhan."

"It's so cute," Fu Ling hugged Ahri in her arms, and kissed his cheek lovingly, "Ahri is cuter than Xiao Keyi."

Jun Beicheng obviously loved hearing this, and raised his eyebrows: "That's natural, it doesn't matter whose son it is."

"Oh, by the way," Fu Ling glanced at the food box, and said with a smile, "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Auntie just made was delivered by someone. Try it?"

Jun Beicheng reached out to grab the food box, opened the top box, and the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps overflowed instantly.

He picked a small piece and silently handed it to Fu Ling's lips.

Fuling bit the sweet-scented osmanthus crisp, chewed it slowly, and couldn't help nodding her head in praise: "As expected of you, it's even better than the chef from Wangjiang Tower."

(End of this chapter)