My host is lazy again

Chapter 64 × Villain × False Princess 26
The royal family has a new prince.

The newly born prince is ranked thirteenth, and the emperor gave him the word You, and his name is Luo Qiyou.

At the same time, the nobleman Shenghui became concubine Hui and moved to Lan Cuixuan.

The midwife conspired to murder Concubine Hui and the prince, and the emperor sent the chancellor of Dali Temple to investigate.But in order to protect the people behind them, the two women were very self-sacrificing on the day they were imprisoned, and committed suicide by hitting the wall.

The case became intractable.

Dali Temple investigated for a month based on the existing clues, and only one thing was confirmed-this matter was related to the harem dispute.

The emperor's mood at that time: "..."

I want you to tell me!

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On the day the thirteenth prince turned one year old, Luo Jian went there at the invitation of Concubine Hui.

She stood aside, looking straight at the little prince sitting on the soft cloth waiting to draw lots.

The little guy was milky white and soft, with big round eyes, innocent and clear.

He was sitting among a pile of items, scratching his feet with a pair of small hands, wearing a small blue cap on his head, with a fluffy ball on it, shaking with his movements.

The surrounding maids were all too cute by him.

Concubine Hui led him to draw lots with a rattle.

Piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, gold, silver and jewelry were placed in a circle, and Luo Qiyou sat in the middle, touching this and that in novelty, but didn't pick up any of them.

"Which one do you think the thirteen princes will choose?"

"I guess it's the wooden sword."

"I think it's the book."

"Look! The prince is moving!"

In the eyes of a group of people, Luo Qiyou seemed to have seen something he liked, raised his small hand and pushed the object in front of him aside, then slowly stood up with his hands on his hands, and walked unsteadily forward.

Seeing clearly the direction he was going, Concubine Hui smiled, and raised her hand to ask the palace people in the courtyard not to disturb him.

A group of people followed him nervously.

After walking a few steps, the little prince jumped forward, hugged Luo Jian's thigh, raised his head and smiled silly at her.

"Emperor, sister Huang, Nine... Nine Emperors, sister."

The voice of the little milk is cute and waxy.

He slurred his words, but everyone understood what he said.

Luo Jian looked down at him and blinked her eyes, she didn't expect this little guy to remember her.

Since he was born, she only came to Lan Cuixuan to see him three times.

One big and one small just looked at each other like this.

This scene is inexplicably loving.

After a while, the little prince raised his two little fleshy hands, and softly begged for a hug: "Hug."

so cute……

How could Luo Jian resist it, and immediately bent down to hug him, expressionless on the surface, but in fact his heart was turbulent.

Staring at his chubby face, she rubbed her fingers, then raised her hand and pinched it lightly, her eyes brightened slightly.

Soft.

slippery.

nice to touch.

So cute.

If someone had treated him like this in normal times, the little prince would have started crying.

But at this time, not only did Luo Qiyou not cry, but his gaze was also attracted by the pearl hairpin on her head.Looking curiously at Bu Yao dangling in front of his eyes, he raised his hand to grab it.

The hairpin slipped, and the girl's long hair fell into a tuft.

But the culprit giggled and treated Bu Yao as a toy.

The little prince drew lots and took one of Princess Ninth's hairpins.

This……

How should I interpret it?

Everyone looked at each other.

Concubine Hui stepped forward helplessly, took her son back from the little girl's hand, and then wanted to return the pearl hairpin to her.

Unexpectedly, this silly son would not let him go.

She was a little embarrassed.

It was just a pearl hairpin, but Luo Jian didn't care and gave it to him casually.

But she didn't know that Luo Yichen, who was practicing handwriting in the cold palace study, paused when he heard the report from the hidden guard, and then he curled his lips into a chuckle, and the pen in his hand was broken...

(End of this chapter)