Chapter 967: Little Prince's inner hesitation

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"Is the emperor tired, the slave-servant presses for you?" Qinger asked lowly.
Lu Fangying gave her her son's identity and her identity. Although she was just a concubine, she was stronger than her former slave.
The concubine is at least his woman.
When someone sees her, she will call out Mrs.
Although it is optional for her, for the child, the identity of the little prince is the guarantee of status.
So Qing'er doesn't care about him no matter how he treats himself.
"No need to."
Lu Fangying closed her eyes in her arms.
In the past few days, I drove slowly. Although I was driving slowly to take care of my children, the slow driving was more tiring and the longer it took.
Qian'er all felt that his buttocks were worn.
Sometimes when I'm resting, I wiped it myself with medicine.
Qian'er is also tired, but remember to hang up with the child, and dare not close her eyes. The child has had milk to find her.
"Sleep, don't let me say it again." Lu Fangying's voice came coldly, and Qinger had to close her eyes obediently.
If he didn't listen, he might ask someone to take the little prince away.
Such things have happened many times these days.
She didn't want the little prince to leave the range she could hear, so no matter what, the little prince would know immediately when she cried.
Lu Fenying regretted more than once that he brought the little boy back.
Mo Qing'er's thoughts still lie half on him, and every day his eyes stared at the little broken boy.
It’s uncomfortable for anyone who cares about others’ children over him.
Women, really have children and forget men.
Mo Qian'er was indeed tired. When Lu Fenying didn't let her touch the child, she couldn't touch it either. She simply slept.
Not sleeping for half an hour, he was awakened by the cry of the child.
"What's the matter, how did the little prince cry?" Mo Qinger quickly sat up.
Lu Fenying also opened her eyes and glanced at her coldly: "What's wrong with your child crying, what do you feel like you're nervous all day long?"
Mo Qinger said in aggrieved manner: "The child is so young, he must be crying if he is uncomfortable."
Lu Fenying snorted coldly, he said, I was terribly painful when I was a child, and no one took care of myself when crying and howling, and finally he was guilty and thrown out of the palace, letting him die by himself.
Only Mo Qing'er treats the sick child as a treasure.
The voice of the nursing mother sounded outside: "Return to the emperor, Madam's words, the little prince fell asleep after eating milk, just woke up to boo."
"Then go quickly."
Mo Qing'er felt relieved.
Lu Fenying looked coldly, Mo Qinger shook his shoulders slightly, this should not blame her, she was worried about something when the child cried.
Lu Fenying didn't sleep anymore, turned over and got out of bed, dressed in a robe.
Mo Qing'er doesn't care about him anyway, anyway, he will do whatever he wants, she now has only children in her heart.
"Bring the little prince in." Mo Qinger got dressed and got out of bed. The little prince had been urinated by the breast-mother and was waving two little fists in excitement, as if she had just been awakened by the urine.
Mo Qing'er took over the little prince and smiled happily: "Good boy, it's so happy to urge to pee."
The little prince begged his mouth, nonsense, suffocated urine, and naturally liberated to be happy.
He is now a little baby, and his life is extremely boring. He has no entertainment other than listening to them when he is awake.
I don't know when this broken body will grow up!