Chapter 1185 The Queen Mother Won’t Let Her Father Hug Her

Yun Dai does not deny her feelings for Zhao Yuanjing.

But it wasn't as bad as he thought.

As for why I cry...

Probably, people are always the most vulnerable in the dead of night. Any little thing can bring up sadness and make you shed a few tears.

Guo Ning's departure, Yuzhu's death...

Everything made her sad.

But looking at Zhao Yuanjing's eyes, she couldn't force an explanation and could only acquiesce.

It actually made Zhao Yuanjing very heartbroken.

He suddenly realized that he was not only an emperor, but also a husband and a father.

Thousands of people in Dazhou needed him, and the young, beautiful, delicate woman in front of him, as well as the young and ignorant children, also needed him.

He tightened his arms and held them in his arms.

At this time, Liu Dequan led several palace maids and came in carrying food boxes. At a glance, he saw the emperor and the queen embracing each other.

He lowered his head hastily.

Zhao Yuanjing shouted: "Get out!"

"Yes, yes, slave, get out of here."

Liu Dequan hurriedly chased the maids out.

Yun Dai hurriedly sat up straight, straightened her hair, and said with a smile: "Yan'er has been hungry for a long time. He has been waiting to have a meal with his father."

Zhao Yuanjing asked Yan'er: "Son, are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Yan'er blinked, "But if the father wants to be hugged by the mother, the son can wait for a while."

"Why?"

Yan'er said crisply: "Because the Queen's hugs smell good, soft and fragrant. When I was sick, I liked the Queen's hugs the most. When my father was sick, I guess he also liked the Queen's hugs." "

Zhao Yuanjing glanced sideways at Yun Dai, swept her eyes all over her body, and nodded: "Yan'er is right, my father likes my mother's hugs very much. But my mother is very stingy and often doesn't let my father hug me... …”

Yun Dai couldn't help but blush: "Don't talk nonsense. Get up and eat. Yan'er, come here."

Yan'er jumped out of bed obediently, held her mother's hand, and whispered: "Empress, my father is sick. Please don't be stingy and hug your father more often."

Yun Dai paused in her footsteps and clearly heard the low laughter from Zhao Yuanjing behind her.

She pinched her son's little cheek and said, "Eat your food."

Zhao Yuanjing has been having a bad appetite recently. Perhaps because his lovely wife and young children are chatting and laughing around him, he is in a better mood and actually eats a lot more.

After dinner, Yun Dai was afraid that Yan'er would disturb Zhao Yuanjing's rest, so she asked Bao Xing to send him back to Fengyi Palace first so that his wet nurse could coax him to bed early.

She herself stayed to talk to Zhao Yuanjing.

"Diel, you should also go back and rest."

"I'm not used to going to bed too early. You go and lie down on the bed, and I'll read the brochures for you. You talk to me, okay?" Yun Dai said.

"Are you reading the book?"

"Why, you can't trust me?"

"I'm afraid you'll be tired."

"I'm not tired from reading a few booklets. Besides, I think it's quite interesting. I can also help you share the burden." Yun Dai picked up a bunch of booklets on the table and put them on the low table next to the bed.

Zhao Yuanjing saw that she was very interested, so he let her go.

Yun Dai was reading the book and talking to him.

"Uncle Xiao Huang has already set off towards Luzhou to catch up with the fourth child." Zhao Yuanjing said suddenly.

Yun Dai hummed and read the booklet carefully.

Zhao Yuanjing saw that she didn't seem to want to talk, so he stopped talking.

He lay on his side, supporting his chin with one hand, and his phoenix eyes focused on the side of her face.

She looked focused, with a strand of hair hanging down on her snow-like skin. Against the light of the lantern, she looked dreamy and ethereal.