Long Harem Road

Chapter 61

"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine, play with the baby." Zhao Mao ran into the dormitory, holding Baozhu's arm in deep thought, with a pair of mother-like phoenix eyes sparkling, looking forward to it.

Baozhu smiled fondly, and took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the baby's forehead, "You little monkey, what does the baby want to play with?"

"Playing with wooden carts and carts." Baozhu found skilled craftsmen in the palace and made several wooden bulldozers and excavators for Zhao Mao.

"Okay." With nothing to do, let's play with the children. Born in the royal family, my childhood has only been a few years. Thinking of this, I feel a little more pity for my lovely son.

Before Zhao Zhen stepped into the Qingfeng Palace, he heard cheerful laughter like silver bells in the palace. It was his woman and son. He waved away the informant and strode into the palace.

The floor of the inner room was covered with refreshing bamboo mats, and Baozhu was wearing a cool gauze dress, sitting on the floor with her fat and white son in her arms, having a great time playing, the love in the woman's eyes and the bright and innocent smile on her face dazzled him. Zhao Zhen suddenly felt a sour pain in his heart, and was inexplicably jealous.

After three years of companionship, he knew how fickle this woman was. Although her tenderness towards him was impeccable, she still failed to give her sincerity. There was always something missing in her decent and soft smile.

Today he finally understood that there was a lack of sincerity and sincerity. Zhao Zhen's face turned dark, inexplicably annoyed, and a little scared.

Zhao Zhen realized the concern for Baozhu a long time ago. As a qualified emperor, he tried to forget that she was just an ordinary girl in the harem when the freshness faded with time. Just a woman.

However, things backfired, she was like a glass of fine wine, the more she tasted, the more fragrant she became, the more she tried to forget, the more fascinated she became, a little bit indulging in the sweet tenderness created by her, every time we get along, I can always find her different beauty. Know the taste, can't stop.

Zhao Zhen gave up the struggle, since he can't bear the warmth, he should protect it carefully. As an emperor, he can't afford a desperate love. With the queen mother around, he couldn't be unscrupulous.

Zhao Zhen carefully grasped the measure, on the one hand, pampering her so that no one would bully her, but on the other hand, he couldn't go too far, making people catch her. Before she was fully sure, pampering without scruples would actually harm her.

To this day, when I see that smile that I can't ask for, my heart is blunt. It's clear that my beloved is right in front of me, but there seems to be a thin layer of veil behind me, and I can't break through it no matter what.

I also complained angrily that she didn't know what to do, but she still couldn't give up. She could only maintain the status quo, just to hug her for a moment of peace.

Thinking of the newcomers entering the palace today, Zhao Zhen felt inexplicably weak in his heart, and didn't dare to look directly at him. Presumably, Bao'er already knew that, isn't that heart that was so hard to warm up a little further away?

"Royal father." The fourth prince's eyes were sharp, seeing the emperor's arrival, he got up excitedly and rushed forward. Baozhu took advantage of the opportunity and stood up to salute, smiling slightly, and his movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water. After three years of influence, all this has already penetrated into his bones.

"Your Majesty, have you had your lunch? First drink a cup of sour plum soup to relieve the heat, the sun is too poisonous outside." Baozhu stood up, took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, and said considerately.

"No, today I will accompany you mother and child to have dinner, and I promised to accompany the baby." Zhao Zhen smiled softly, she was always so considerate, which made people addicted.

Holding the baby in one hand, with the other hand grabbing the woman's slippery little hand, Ruyu squeezed it lightly, feeling a little bitter in his heart. After three years of getting along, he naturally felt Bao'er's subtle alienation.

After three years, the heart with a crack finally closed again. Zhao Zhen also felt that she was hypocritical. She had been caring for herself and enjoying herself, but she still felt dissatisfied and greedily wanted to get her whole. heart.

Little Baozi didn't feel the undercurrent between his parents, and hugged Zhao Zhen's neck excitedly, "Father, Fei Fei Gao, the baby likes it."

"Okay, here we come." Joy winked, led the servants back, closed the door, and left the space for the family of three.

Zhao Mao's giggles and cheers wafted through the room, while Baozhu stood aside with a satisfied smile, and occasionally took a cup to feed the baby water.

Zhao Zhen looked sadly at Baozhu doing what he did and feeding the baby himself, with anticipation in his pitch-black eyes, and Baozhu was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss what to do when the Ninth Five-Year Lord acted cute in front of him.

Zhao Zhen knew that his Bao'er was soft-hearted, out of breath, and complained quietly, "Bao'er, I want to drink too, I'm thirsty."

Baozhu twitched the corner of her mouth, trying to control her urge to beat someone up. What's the matter? Are you just an old woman? After serving the young ones and the big ones, she glared at Zhao Zhen angrily, and the appointed one brought a cup of sour plum soup. Bring it to his mouth.

Zhao Zhen was a full head taller than her, and Bao Zhu was struggling to hold the water glass with his arms up. The corners of Zhao Zhen's mouth were raised, and he drank a glass of sour plum soup contentedly, feeling refreshed, and the unhappiness in his heart was slowly covered up.

A handsome face overflowed with a smile, the little bun was a little tired after playing for a while, lying in his father's arms, it was rare to be quiet, his big black eyes stared at the loving parents in front of him, not knowing what to think.

The lunch was rich because of the emperor's arrival, seeing the little bun who refused to come down from his father's arms, Baozhu curled her lips depressedly.

The ungrateful little guy, who was born after ten months of pregnancy, was born with untold hardships. He was with him day and night. He kept his mouth in his mouth for fear of melting and held him in his hands for fear of falling. He tried his best to pave the way for him. The emperor just played with him. After an hour, he was completely bought.

Turning grief and indignation into appetite, ignoring the pretentious silver needle test dishes, the emperor, who was slowly served by Li Mingzhong, Baozhu lowered his head, no longer looking at the obtrusive father and son's joy, and buried his head in eating happily.

Zhao Zhen was clearly aware of the fourth prince's attachment to him, and felt very satisfied. Occasionally, he saw the jealous and deflated little girl around him. The unhappiness in his heart when he first arrived disappeared, and he felt very comfortable.

He kindly picked up a piece of boiled chicken and put it in the pearl bowl, "Bao'er eat more." At this moment, Zhao Zhen's smile is pure and treacherous, hehe, there are not many times when Bao'er can be deflated, let you ignore me Sincerely, of course, Zhao Zhen will never admit that he is happy because of this.

Although Zhao Hao in his arms had already been fed by Nanny Li in advance, he couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious food in front of him. He murmured, and kept pulling Zhao Zhen's hand to pick up the food. Although he didn't eat it, he played with it. happy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, give the baby to my concubine, don't delay the Emperor's meal." Baozhu raised her head, restrained the little bit of innocuous jealousy in her heart, and stretched out her arms to hug Zhao Hao.

"It's okay, Bao'er eat more, baby likes it here, it doesn't take much effort, why don't you give him a piece of tender bamboo shoots?" Zhao Zhen began to get impatient seeing his son's hard work but still couldn't eat Writhing in my arms, feeling a little distressed.

"Your Majesty, please ignore him. He just sees you acting like a baby. He has already eaten and drank enough, and he refuses to take a nap at this hour. Besides, the baby is too young to bite." , Baozhu's tone was sour.

"Hehe." Zhao Zhen laughed dryly, quickly picked up the silver spoon at hand, dug a small mouthful of shrimp egg custard, and stuffed it into the mouth of the little bun. After Zhao Mao ate the delicious food, he squinted his eyes and chewed contentedly, and raised his head to return a smile. .

Baozhu saw the emperor's small movements, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Could it be that she has been with the baby for a long time, why is the emperor so childish?
After lunch, the tired baby was finally taken down to take a nap by Nanny Li. Without the 'light bulb', the two strolled indoors and chatted to digest food together.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take a lunch break?" Baozhu Jinpao covered her lips, yawned, and looked at Zhao Zhen with big wet eyes. It was already the usual lunch break time, and the biological clock responded naturally. Finally couldn't hold on to speaking.

Zhao Zhen was planning to go back to the imperial study to deal with government affairs, but when he saw the lazy and charming eyes of the woman beside him, his heart jumped wildly, he hugged the woman in his arms, and said with a smile, "I will sleep with Bao'er."

"Your Majesty." Baozhu admitted that she was frightened, why is the Emperor different today?
"It's just a nap, and I'm tired too." Knowing that the woman in his arms was thinking too much, Zhao Zhen explained, took off his coat, and lay on the big golden nanmu bed hugging each other.

Bao Zhu spent the whole morning catching traitors and accompanying her son and the emperor, she was already tired, she lay down on the bed, found a comfortable position, but fell asleep after a while.

But Zhao Zhen was suffering. He was already emotional, tossing and turning, although he knew that it was unreasonable in broad daylight, but with nephrite in his arms, he was a little impatient, as long as he didn't let him talk, who would dare to chew his tongue?

After making up his mind, he hugged the woman in his arms, only to find that she was fast asleep, her sleeping face was peaceful, and her breathing was stable. Zhao Zhen held her small face in his hands depressedly, and kissed her delicately, from the smooth forehead to the full red lips.

(End of this chapter)