Chapter 899 (1/2)

The medicine should be cooked slowly and slowly. When the family get together to have dinner, it has not been cooked yet, just in case the children see and ask questions.

On the low table, Fu Rong and a Xuan sit in the west, Xu Jin and a Pei sit in the East, and brother Gu sits in the north. He can take care of the two sisters. At one time, he wipes the corners of his mouth for this one, and then helps the other wipe the rice on the lapel.

The aroma of the rice is strong, which conceals the fragrance of a Pei. He is honest and clever, and can't move like a Xuan. Xu Jin doesn't need a veil to take care of him. After dinner, ah Xuan wiped her mouth and ran to her father for a walk in the yard.

Fu Rong leads her brother a Xuan to follow him. Looking at Xu Jin's figure of holding ah Xuan in one hand and covering his nose with a handkerchief, Fu Rong suddenly feels a little reluctant. Such Xu Jin was not an emperor, but her husband, a good father who loved his children. Even if his face was affected by his majesty with a veil, he was willing to do it for his daughters.

After tonight, I'm afraid we won't see this again, right?

After coaxing the children to sleep, Fu Rong whispered her feelings to Xu Jin.

Xu Jin hugged her in her lap and whispered, ”I understand.”

These handkerchiefs are like Su Wangfu. He no longer uses them, but they are a part of his family's memories.

”No, I'll be better to you later.” For a moment, Xu Jin kisses Fu Rong on the cheek.

”Well.” Fu Rong believed him very much, and her sad memory was gone. She joked with him, ”I'll put away all the handkerchief used by the emperor first. In case the emperor doesn't treat us well in the future, I'll take it out and have a look. Maybe I'll feel better.”

Small eyes sad sour, living a lonely wife, Xujin funny pinch her nose, ”really can pretend to be poor.”

Fu Rong Gang is about to open his hand. Mei Xiang Dao is fried outside. Fu Rong laughs and moves down from Xu Jin's leg to let Mei Xiang bring medicine in.

When Xu Jin put down the medicine bowl, he saw Fu Rong looking at him nervously, as if what he had drunk was not antidote but poison.

Xu Jin enjoyed the feeling of being cared and cherished by her.

”Does the emperor feel anything?” He laughed and said nothing. Fu Rong asked anxiously.