A ray of early morning sunlight shines into the house through the raised window lattice.
On the couch, the little guy mumbled and turned over, half of his face was squashed, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, which seemed a little itchy. The little guy raised his hand to scratch it, and then continued to sleep deeply.
On the other side, Sai Xue's little face showed several red indentations, and her little body rose and fell with her breathing.
This little look is really cute.
Qing He stood by the couch, looking at Su Jiu's appearance, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and chuckled. She looked at Zhen Rao, who also curled her lips, and lowered her voice and said: "Your Majesty, the princess is still young, if you don't need to
Breakfast may hurt your stomach."
Last night, His Majesty knew that the empress was worried about the Ninth Princess, so he rescued the Ninth Princess and sent her over. The Empress took care of the princess almost the whole night, and she has not yet closed her eyes.
Qinghe understood his wife's temperament and did not try to persuade her.
Zhen Rao's eyes were slightly green. Looking at the villain sleeping so soundly, she couldn't bear to wake her up, but she still stretched out her hand to touch Su Jiu's little face and called softly: "Jiu'er, wake up."
The villain's slender eyelashes quivered slightly, and he slowly opened them, meeting a pair of gentle, watery almond eyes.
Su Jiu, who had a beauty attack early in the morning, woke up immediately and showed a sweet smile to Zhen Rao, "Good morning, mother!"
"Good morning Jiu'er."
Zhen Rao picked up the little one from the couch and dressed her carefully.
Su Jiu opened her arms and cooperated very well. She raised her short legs and moved her little hands. When Zhen Rao knelt down to smooth the wrinkles of her trouser legs, Su Jiu saw the dark spots under Zhen Rao's eyes.
Xingmu raised his eyes to look at Qing He beside him, blinked in confusion, and asked silently: "Sister Qing He, did mother not sleep last night?"
Qinghe understood the meaning in the villain's eyes and nodded.
After playing around with her father for a while last night, Su Jiu fell asleep soon. As for how she returned to the palace and how she came to the lotus garden, she had no idea.
The villain pursed his lips, and when Zhen Rao stood up, he threw himself into her arms, hugged Zhen Rao's waist tightly with his arms, and called out in a sweet little voice: "Mother~"
Zhen Rao looked at the little guy in her arms, chuckled, raised her hand and touched the top of her head, "What's wrong? She suddenly acted coquettishly."
"It's nothing, I just want to hug my mother suddenly!" Moreover, my mother's arms are fragrant, and there is always a smell of lotus. It is fresh and elegant, and it smells very good.
Well, no wonder daddy also likes to hug mommy so much.
Thinking about it, Su Jiu subconsciously nuzzled into Zhen Rao's arms, "Mother, Jiu'er is hungry."
"Princess, breakfast has been prepared a long time ago and is waiting for you to get up." Qing He said with a smile.
After a simple wash, Su Jiu sat down at the table. Just as she was about to start eating, a roaring sound sounded from outside the house.
"Jiu'er! Jiu'er!"
It’s the fourth sister!
Su Jiu's eyes lit up, she jumped off the stool and ran out of the house on her short legs.
Zhen Rao looked at the villain's appearance and did not stop him. She looked at the visitor with a smile.
It was the first time for Su Jingqin to come to the Lotus Garden. When she met the gentle gaze cast by Zhen Rao, her carefree look disappeared immediately, and she became a little more reserved and at a loss.
"Zhen, hello Mrs. Zhen."
Su Jingqin bowed respectfully. After all, she was Jiu'er's godmother. She couldn't embarrass Jiu'er!
"Fourth princess, there is no need to be formal. Have you had breakfast? If it is not useful, please sit down and use some."
"That's right! Fourth sister, it's rare for you to get up so early. You must not have eaten breakfast. Come and eat. The soup dumplings made by sister Qinghe are delicious!"
No, what does it mean to get up so early?
It seems as if she often sleeps until midnight on weekdays. Although this is also true, she cannot say it in front of Mrs. Zhen. She also wants to save face.
Su Jiucai ignored Su Jingqin's sudden shame and took her hand to sit down at the table. Qinghe had already brought a new set of tableware with great foresight.
As soon as I sat down, a rich aroma of chicken soup mixed with minced meat oil penetrated the tip of my nose, making people couldn't help but move their index fingers.
Su Jingqin was no longer reserved, and sat down on the stool calmly. As for being reserved, what was that? She didn't know.
When Su Jingqin came to her senses, before she knew it, she had finished showing off three soup dumplings and five cups of milk tea, and Qing He was about to pour her the sixth cup.
"..."
Su Jingqin moved her lips, but in the end she didn't refuse.
Su Jiu watched silently from the side, touched her round belly and burped.
Zhen Rao couldn't help but chuckle, held the little person in her arms, and gently rubbed the little person's belly to help her digest food.
Su Jiu hummed comfortably.
Su Jingqin watched from the side. For some reason, she suddenly felt that the milk tea in her mouth was no longer fragrant, and it was a little sour for some reason. She just lowered her eyes and drank the milk tea quietly.
"Fourth sister, does your injury still hurt?" Su Jiu groaned a few times, then remembered that the fourth sister had been scratched several times on her arm to protect her, and she herself was also scratched, although it was only a few cuts.
A little bit, but it still hurts a little now.
"Ah?" Su Jingqin came back to her senses and glanced at Zhen Rao subconsciously. Seeing that she was also looking at her worriedly, for some reason, the soreness in her heart became more and more obvious. It was so sore that the circles under her eyes were sore. She realized
At this point, Su Jingqin quickly lowered her head, fearing that if it were any later, her tears would fall.
"Hey! It's nothing. It doesn't hurt anymore."
This is the truth. In order to practice whipping, I was often thrown around, leaving bruises and bruises on my body, and I cried a lot. As long as the bones were not visible, it was nothing to Su Jingqin.
Su Jiu blinked her eyes, feeling that the fourth sister today was a little abnormal, but she didn't know why.
Zhen Rao noticed something and turned to look at Qing He, "Qing He, get the medicine."
Ever since I first met the little man and saw that he sprained his foot, the lotus garden had prepared medicines to treat various injuries.
Qinghe responded and quickly brought the medicine.
Zhen Rao put the little man on the round stool, stood up, walked to Su Jingqin, and slowly squatted down.
Su Jingqin's eyes widened suddenly. She realized Zhen Rao's next move and subconsciously wanted to refuse. But for some reason, her body seemed to be cast by a immobilizing spell and she couldn't move at all.
She watched helplessly as Zhen Rao gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing the messy gauze that she found too troublesome.
Maybe it was because she was often injured when she was a child, and her skin was relatively strong. In less than a day, the wounds had scabbed over, but maybe the wounds were healing and it was rather itchy. When Su Jingqin went to bed at night, she couldn't help but scratch a few times, which actually made her feel uncomfortable.
A new wound has been added to the healed wound.
When Su Jiu saw it, she jumped off the stool and came to Su Jingqin's side.
"Fourth sister, why do you like to move around like brother Jingyi, and your good wound has opened again!"