"Whatever you want to do, I will naturally follow you. It's just that you are so delicate that you feed such a greedy baby, I'm afraid you will be tired."

The man's voice was thick and hoarse, and his chin was against her head. When he laughed softly, he seemed to feel the tremor in his chest.

His fingertips were extremely rough, completely different from Xiaotuaner's white, tender, jade-slick little fingers.

It was covered with a thin layer of cocoons, rubbing against her most delicate lips, making her bones tremble gently.

Somehow, the two of them were already married, and the most intimate and shameful things in the past were coaxed by men half-commissioned and half-tempted. But since they experienced this childbirth, they were once looked at by his hot and hot eyes. The feeling of discomfort was that a little bit of inexplicable shyness rose in their hearts.

He clearly knew that under such circumstances, he would not do anything.

So, when Yinmang looked down, he saw the little woman who seemed to be delicate and timid and bit her lip gently, slowly lowering her head under his sight. Her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her side face was dyed with a bright red color, and even her white and tender auricles crawled onto a layer of faint pink.

The little woman had just given birth to Xiaotuaner and was still in confinement. She was weak and of course she could not touch her.

But she knew this, but she deliberately showed off her seductive look to provoke him.

Yinmang's eyes darkened a little. He gritted his teeth, hugged the soft and fragrant body in his arms, and when she shouted in surprise, he bent down and kissed her hard.

"You little fairy are really restless! You just want my life!"

**

The palace is different from ordinary families. Every day, the most expensive bird's nest fish soup is nourished, and there are three or five most experienced nannies taking turns to serve. Su Wanrong lay on the couch for three or two days and felt that her body was much more relaxed and she had recovered a lot of strength.

After she was well fed, Su Wanrong also had the energy to feed the little bun himself.

When Su Wanrong asked herself to feed Xiaotuaner herself, the several wet nurses who were originally prepared to serve the little princess had some thoughts in their hearts.

Thinking that she had done something inappropriate, the Empress was not relieved, so she refused to allow them to feed the little princess.

After all, you have to know that feeding princesses and princesses is naturally awesome and glorious, and you can get a face if you tell them later. But let alone the delicate queen, even those slightly favored concubines in all dynasties have never been breastfeeded by themselves. Such tiring tasks are all left to the wet nurses below.

However, Su Wanrong herself didn't think about so much.

Her idea was very simple, she just wanted to do her best to treat her only girl. Su Wanrong would give her whatever she could.

I heard that during confinement, I drink more black chicken soup and crucian carp soup, which are a big tonic, and it is also good for women to use milk under the milk.

In fact, Su Wanrong was a little tired of eating big fish and meat every day. But for her little dumpling, she still kept nourishing herself without any meals, and then hugged her soft and tender dumpling and fed her three meals a day.

I don’t know if it was really due to Su Wanrong’s milk. In just a few days, Xiaotuaner’s facial features seemed to have gradually grown, and the wrinkles on her face that were not obvious had also grown flat. Her tender and fat face became more and more watery and clear. When she looked at it, she looked like a white-faced steamed bun wrapped in a swaddle and looked like a white-faced bun. It was so gratifying no matter how she looked.

Such a child obviously can't speak, and Xiaotuaner doesn't like to cry. The most common thing during the day is that she grinned with her tender and tender mouth, and she kept laughing. Her chubby little face was filled with powder, and when she smiled, she looked like a fat little Miller.

The servants in Fengyi Palace liked it. Even Yan Qing, who was the most steadily and down-to-earth in her daily life, looked at the little princess's cute and charming appearance and felt very soft. If she hadn't been scruples about her identity, she really wanted to carry it over and rub it.

The weather is gradually warming up. The Jade Yi Pavilion asked Fengyi Palace what it meant in the past two days, and wanted the Empress to choose a few pieces of fabrics and patterns they like, and these days they made a few lighter clothes. It was summer soon and it was ready for the Empress to prepare for the Empress in advance.

Su Wanrong thinks it's good.

Her own dress is actually enough. The child grows up quickly, so she wants to take this opportunity to prepare a few small clothes and pants for Xiaotuaner to wear in summer.

On the day when Yuyi Pavilion asked someone to send cloth, Su Wanrong had just fed Xiaotuan'er breasts. Xiaotuan'er was taken to the outside room for Madam Zhou to coax her to sleep. She closed her eyes and smacked her lips while sleeping, and sometimes she burped her slowly.

That little look made the palace maids and wives in the circle laugh.

As for Su Wanrong, she listened to the sound of chatting and laughing outside, while squinting her eyes and leaning lazily on the soft couch to rest.

"Empress, this is the most popular style in the capital nowadays. See which ones you like. I'll give you instructions earlier and let those embroiderers hurry up and make them."

The person who spoke was Yan Qing. Su Wanrong looked over the sound, her eyes swept lightly across the silk cloth of excellent texture, and her eyes moved slightly. When her eyes fell inadvertently at this moment, she paused slightly when she lowered her eyes and followed the woman behind Yan Qing.

Su Wanrong narrowed her eyes, as if she was a little surprised.

The person standing behind Yan Qing with a restrained expression,

It turned out to be Yue Niang.
Chapter completed!