My Empress Likes Handsome Guy

A clear voice interrupted her thoughts. LAN Heng lifted the curtain from the outside and said to the maid in waiting: "Aunt Li, come here, how can you not know me? It's rude to let my aunt wait here! " In the tone of voice, complaint is more than rebuke.

Jiang Dong looked back to LAN Heng. She felt warm in her heart. The little girl was wearing a light nightdress and looked like a bird's nest on her head, as if she had just got up from the bed.

LAN Heng came forward to hold Jiang Dong's hand, his eyes bent into crescent moon, and he called "aunt!" affectionately

Jiang Dong held her with her back hand, and felt that her little hands were delicate and soft. At first glance, they were spoiled hands that had never suffered.

Jiang Dong was satisfied with Xiuchen song on this point. No matter what the reason was, he was very good to her children.

Yunheng and official brother from the snack point she does not care, but Lanheng is a daughter, must grow up, now it seems, Lanheng really did not suffer any injustice.

What's more, LAN Heng is not indulgent and arrogant. Although she will be a little bit tough in front of song Xiuchen, Jiang Dong can see that the child is kind-hearted and a good child with gentle and frank nature.

LAN Heng looked at her with a smile, "if I had known my aunt would come, I would have got up early and waited for my aunt to come."

Jiang Dong looked at her messy hair and said with a smile, "go and clean it up."

Although she wanted to comb Lanheng's hair, like Lanheng did when she was a child, now she is not LAN Heng's mother, she is a Taoist nun Li Bingya.

LAN Heng held her hand and said with a smile: "I also want to wear my aunt's robes, comb my aunt's hair, and look fresh and look like a nvxia!"

Jiang Dong said: "you are a gorgeous little girl. You should be well dressed. How can you wear my plain clothes? It doesn't look like words. "

LAN Heng blinked, "but I think my aunt is so plain and beautiful."

Jiang Dong couldn't help rubbing her hair and said with a smile, "I'm old, so I wear it."

She is now thirty-two years old. She is indeed very old in this era. But in the snow Valley for six years, the temperature is low and cold, the hot spring beautifies her face, her skin is better, young like a 20-year-old woman.

Although drinking the medicine of the ghost doctor, temporarily changed the appearance, but the state of the skin is not wrong. LAN Heng held out his finger and poked it on her cheek, saying, "my aunt is not old at all."

Jiang Dongwen said: "in front of you, I am old."

LAN Heng slant head way: "aunt is not old, my father is old."

Jiang Dong Leng for a while, LAN Heng pulls her to beg a way: "aunt helps me to make up, OK?"

Jiang Dong nodded his head and said, "good." Thinking of song Xiuchen's gray hair, a dull pain surged to my heart.

Lanheng was pulled to the boudoir. There was not much in the girl's boudoir, that is, there were a lot of books in her boudoir. There were many books scattered on the table, on the cabinet, even on the bed and on the ground.

Jiang Dong picked up a copy from the ground. On the black blue cover, there were three words "Guanli Pavilion". She thought it was a script of drama. She asked, "why don't you let people clean up the books in this room? They're all in a mess."

LAN Heng pursed his lips and laughed. He was even a little shy. "Auntie doesn't know. The books in my room are never let them clean up. They don't know the position. I don't want them to sort out my books

Jiang Dong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "it seems that Lanheng is a talented girl?"

LAN Heng's face was even more red, and turned his head and said, "no, I'm just idle and boring to play with."

Standing outside the bead curtain, a 15-year-old servant girl said with a smile: "my aunt doesn't know. Our princess is the top of this year's spring snow Pavilion Dream literature network www.mxwxw.net

LAN Henglian said: "go, little butterfly! Don't talk nonsense

Jiang Dong was surprised and looked at LAN Heng and said with a smile, "Lan Heng is really a talented woman."

The servant girl called little butterfly was quite proud and showed off to Jiang Dong: "we all don't know that the top of the list is our princess's pseudonym."

Jiang Dong asked with a smile, "what is your princess's pseudonym?"

LAN Heng even busy way: "don't ask, don't ask, auntie to give me make-up good?"

Jiang Dong laughs it off, but her heart is very gratified. Although her cultural level is not high, her daughter is the top of the Yongxu list, a world-famous talented woman, and she does not rely on her identity as a princess. It's really proud to think about it.

LAN Heng was sitting in front of the dressing mirror. It was a Western Mirror wrapped in red sandalwood, not a bronze mirror. It was very clear to the people.

LAN Heng looked at Jiang Dong with a smile in the mirror, and patted the small bench beside him, "my aunt is sitting here."

Jiang Dong sat down next to her. LAN Heng picked up the wooden comb and combed his hair himself. Seeing that she was very rude, Jiang Dong was not afraid to break her hair. He quickly picked up the wooden comb in her hand, held a wisp of her hair, and said with a smile, "I'll comb it for you."

Lanheng sat next to her and looked at her, "aunt, I like you, but I don't like double photos."

Jiang Dong continued to comb her hair, looked at her black and soft hair, and asked, "why would Ning Shuangzhao be a teaching aunt in the palace? Since your father has let her into the palace, she must have her own advantages. "LAN Heng turned his eyes and disdained to say, "it's not! She is only able to write a few crooked poems, so she claims to be the first talented woman in Tongchuan. My father left her in the palace, because It is... "

The little girl suddenly couldn't say it again. Jiang Dong's heart sank slightly. Looking at her delicate half face, she asked, "what is it?"

LAN Heng sighed bitterly, "I don't know what my father thinks. He doesn't like her, but he seems to tolerate her every time. She ran rampant in the palace, and her father did not restrain her. He gave her a token to allow her to enter and leave the palace at will. Alas, I don't know what my father thinks

Jiang Dong said faintly: "maybe she has something special. Your father appreciates it very much."

LAN Heng turned his head and looked at Jiang Dong, some doubts, "Auntie, why do you look a little unhappy?"

Jiang Dong shakes his head, smiles and says to Lanheng: "how can I be unhappy? You are so beautiful and carved with jade. I'm really happy."

LAN Heng blushed with a smile, and then seemed to think of something sad, suddenly did not smile, Du mouth some unhappy.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Dong asked

LAN Heng sighed: "Auntie, I have something on my mind. I don't know who I can tell to..."

Jiang Dong looks at her red face and frets in her heart. She thinks that Lanheng is now 13 years old. It is about this time that the girl comes to menarche.

Her heart is slightly sour. These years, she is not around as a mother. No matter how good song Xiuchen is to LAN Heng, he is still his father. Many things can't be considered.

She asked in a low voice, "if Lan'er has anything, you can tell me."

LAN Heng looked at her, blinked and asked, "really? Can't my aunt tell anyone? "

Jiang Dong firmly said: "I will not tell anyone, this is the secret between you and me."