But the people in front of him didn't look at him at all.

Jun Moying pursed her lips, reached out, gently pinched her jaw, broke her little face without giving her beak, and forced her to look at herself, "Shallow, you look at me, give me a little reaction." ”

Everyone present was slightly stunned because of the emperor's words, and a trace of inexplicable love flashed in their hearts.

It seems to be tough, but it is more of a negotiated tone, or even a request.

Finally as Jun Moying wished, Feng Qian raised his eyes to look at him, but his heart ached even more in an instant.

The calm and even somewhat resistant eyes were like looking at a stranger, without half of the familiar distress and dependence in his memory.

Perhaps because of his urgent eyes with a hint of urgency for too long, Feng Qian's eyes flickered a few times, and his eyes slowly turned red, and he became more and more afraid of him, like a bullied little white rabbit, full of grievances.

Jun Moying's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he felt as if his heart was blocked by a ball of cotton, and he was uncomfortable.

"Well, I don't mean to kill you, don't be afraid."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a smile was drawn on his lips, but it was inexplicably bitter.

"After standing for so long, are you tired? Just after giving birth, why do you always run around, don't you feel uncomfortable? ”

As he spoke, he picked her up and walked towards the inner sanctum.

The people who left a room behind looked at each other.

Who said that it was the most ruthless emperor's family, what did they see just now, wasn't it the most affectionate side of the emperor?

Yuan Zheng stared at the back of the emperor's departure, and suddenly remembered that once upon a time, when facing Concubine Qi, the emperor could indifferently rain red flowers, and it was similar to any other master.

And every time something goes wrong with the master of Fengyang Palace, as big as poisoning and dying of life, as small as fever and feeling unwell, which time can even they be seen through by onlookers?

Ay.

I just hope that the concubine will get better soon.

Entering the inner hall, Jun Moying casually found a place to sit down, and just as the blood-tonifying soup that Dongyang had ordered people to boil earlier had already been prepared, he asked people to bring it up.

Dongyang originally wanted to feed, but was picked up by Jun Moying, "You go down." ”

When there were only two of them left in the hall, he picked up Feng Qian and put it on his lap as usual, holding the bowl with the hand that circled her body, and stirring it a few times with a spoon in the other hand, scooping up a spoonful, and blowing it cold before bringing it to her mouth.

"The baby has been born, and now it's time to regain your appetite, right? I remember when I first met you, your favorite thing was food. As long as you see something delicious, it is like seeing ......" he paused, as if in thought, and finally said, "It is like seeing silver." At this, he chuckled softly, and his brows were stained with a gentle smile filled with memories.

"At that time, you loved these two things the most."

When he came back to his senses and his eyes were focused again, her slightly trembling eyelashes were as far as his eyes could see.

Jun Moying's heart tightened.

"What's wrong?"

He hurriedly put the bowl aside, and lifted her little face with his free hand, only to find that her eyes were red again. And because of his movements, the crystal tears that overflowed his eyes just slipped down.

"Shallow, why is it ...... like this?"

Even he didn't know what he was asking, why he was crying, or why he was stupid.