Why is your highness so ruthless?

Is that lady Hua really so good? Let your highness turn a deaf ear to the princess?

Therefore, knowing that the princess was fine, she pretended to listen to her words. The Changchun courtyard looks so big. In fact, she and the other three joss sticks are the only ones who can deliver letters to the outside. Secretly, someone else is holding them.

But Chunxiang didn't regret doing so. The only thing she regretted was that the princess coughed blood.

The next day, Chunxiang went on duty and her eyes were black.

Princess Jing, who had never ignored them on weekdays, looked at her and said, "didn't you have a good rest last night?"

Chunxiang was stunned and nodded hesitantly.

"Poor sleep at my daughter's house is bad for my health. For example, as long as I have some insomnia, my health will be very poor at that time."

After this sentence, Princess Jing didn't make a sound anymore. She washed, ate and drank medicine as before, and there was no expression on her face.

Seeing that Princess Jing is not noisy today, the others are relieved, but Chuncao feels that there seems to be something different.

Early in the morning, ho'er and Yi Yi let the nanny hold them.

The two little baby babies are wearing small cotton padded jackets with bright red embroidered gold thread and small hats of the same color on their heads. They look very cute.

"Come on, come on, give your father a new year's greeting and let your father give you a big red envelope."

Xiaohua didn't get off the Kang either. She took the two children, placed them in front of her, and sat facing King Jing. He led the children to King Jing and showed them his hands. Xiaohua put her left and right hands together, arched them and shook them back and forth.

King Jing didn't speak. She let her children play. She just sat there and watched.

The two little baby babies didn't understand what it meant. Their big eyes were full of confusion. Xiaohua did it several times before he learned to put his two little hands together.

"Yes, Yiyi, look at my brother. My brother can do it."

Yiyi is a little impatient. Listening to Xiaohua, she frowns at her and goes to see her brother again. Seeing his brother's two small hands put together in front of him, he bowed his head and pondered for a while, so he learned to do it.

"Well, well, shake it for your father."

Shake?

What is shaking? Yiyi knows, it's something that makes a noise when shaking.

She likes to play that. Every time she wants it, she will pinch her little hands at the adults.

So Xiaohua's wish didn't come true. She became Yiyi's little hand that was not easy to hold together. She loosened, stretched out a hand and rushed to King Jing, and then pinched it twice.