Many years later, in the imperial garden of the Bixin Palace, a man was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his black hair was casually hanging on his shoulders. He was standing under a tall cherry tree, where he was posing.
There is a desk made of rosewood.
He was standing next to the writing desk and was painting a picture of a lady with a brush and ink. In the picture, the woman was nestled under the green banana tree, with a smile on her face. The contented smile was the same as that of his queen, Lin Rouer.
And under the banana tree not far away from him, Lin Rou'er, who had a displeased look on her face, yelled at him: "Hey, have you finished painting? I'm almost exhausted!"
"It's almost over. Just bear with it a little longer." Ouyang Chen looked a little embarrassed when she yelled at him. Ouyang Chen could only comfort him, and then the maids on the side were laughing secretly. The emperor and empress were often in this garden.
Here, one is painting and the other is posing, and the one posing often yells like this. Usually when he sees the painting, he will smile again, and this time is no exception.
When Ouyang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and put the pen on the pen holder, indicating that he was done, Lin Rou'er jumped to his side and looked at herself in the painting. Don't say, it is beautiful no matter how you look at it.[
At this moment, a little head got in front of Lin Rou'er and shouted at her: "My father is partial. He only paints for my mother and queen. He never paints stars. I won't do it, I won't do it."
At this time, Emperor Ouyang Chen would kiss his son who was less than four years old on the face, then hold him in his arms and say to him: "Xing'er, is your mother beautiful?"
"Beautiful." The child's voice was crisp.
"Does Xing'er like Queen Mother?"
"like."
"Then do you want to give Xing'er a younger brother and younger sister?"
The little boy tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded quickly: "Yes, Xing'er wants a younger brother and younger sister."
With this interruption, the child could no longer think of drawing. Lin Rou'er, who was standing by, did not expect that the emperor's husband was so crooked that he would even dare to fool his son, so she stretched out her hand and hit him lightly on the chest.
She went up and leaned into his arms at the same time, her face full of happiness.
The child hugged his father's neck tightly and kissed him with the same saliva, making Ouyang Chen laugh.
Min Min whispered in her ear: "Rou'er, Xing'er also said that he is too lonely. Why not give him a younger brother or sister? If he has more children, it would be nice to have someone to accompany him, right?"
Ouyang Chen's words were so tempting that Lin Rou'er's ears immediately turned red. However, the child was ignorant and still clapped her hands and applauded: "Work harder, Xing'er will have younger brothers and sisters."
The palace maids on the side wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, they were really holding themselves back.
It was night, in the Fengyi Palace, there was a room full of love, a woman with charming eyes and silky eyes, her hair fell like a waterfall, falling on the naked chest of the man below her, adding a bit of seductive flavor to the strong and beautiful chest muscles.
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The man's eyes are also filled with turbulent emotions, leading the woman to reach the ultimate level of happiness. Otherwise, he is still shouting a slogan: "Rou'er, for Xing'er, you must...work hard and give birth to a...brother."
...or younger sister...the more, the better."
The woman on her body was so exhausted that she blocked his words with her mouth so that he could no longer speak. The scars on her face had long since disappeared, and her skin was smoother and more beautiful than before the injury, because she didn't want to let herself get hurt.
The image of the mother of the country has been damaged, and they don’t want their children to be frightened. That’s it.
Finally, she collapsed in Ouyang Chen's arms from exhaustion. Lin Rouer smiled happily. Love changes with time, but will become newer with time. She was lucky to persist until the end. She was finally with the one she loved, and they will be forever in the future.