The emperor smiled at the painting in Mu Xi's hand and saw how smooth it was. After adding color, the monkey immediately became lively and agile. (There? (meaning? (thinking? (book? (yuan)
"What is the Monkey King?"
Mu Xi chattered about the story of the Monkey King. At this time, the child who was about four years old had obviously very good language skills. Mu Xi almost repeated Qing Ming's words, and every word and sentence seemed particularly interesting. Crisp and sweet.
"It's a pity that Wulang and the others can't see..."
The emperor smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, you go and finish all the drawings. When the time comes, my father will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make a pamphlet for you, and you can give it to Wu Lang?"
"Really?" Mu Xi was very surprised.
The emperor nodded and said, "What you say is true."
"Thank you, Father." Mu Xi bent down at his desk again and began to color. Perhaps he thought of playing with his little friends, so he was extra attentive when painting.
Seeing how happy they were painting, the emperor also joined in.
Mu Xi felt warm in her heart when she saw her father, who had always been dignified, accompanying him in painting.
"Father, your face is dirty!"
Mu Xi looked up and saw that the emperor's nose was stained with some yellow paint.
"where!?"
Mu Fei also wanted to get close to the child, just like Han Qingqing was getting along with the child.
So, his head was lowered.
"here!"
Mu Xi's soft little hands touched Mu Fei's neck, and Mu Fei felt soft inside.
After he was slightly startled, he saw Mu Xi's surprised eyes and Han Qingqing's very unkind laughter.
"What's wrong?"
Mu Fei still looked puzzled.
"Father—"
At this time, Mu Xi silently spread his little hand in front of Mu Fei.
Mu Fei looked at her red and green little hands and wondered why. He smiled and stretched his hand towards Mu Xi's face.
Mu Xi looked at his hands, which were also dirty. Naturally, he didn't want his clean face to be like his, so he shouted, "Mother, help me!"
Then he ran towards Han Qingqing.
Mu Fei rushed in front of Han Qingqing and involuntarily wiped his hand on Han Qingqing's face.
Han Qingqing's face was soft and smooth. He came close to her and smelled the fragrant scent.
Han Qingying was also slightly startled, but he didn't even move away.
Thinking about it, I felt very depressed. Ever since Mu Fei's poison was cured, I was no longer his opponent.
But seeing Mu Fei put his hands on her face, as if he was very happy, her hands also touched Mu Fei's face.
Mu Fei felt her silky little hands. Although her hands were fragrant and soft like Mu Xi, there was a different feeling in Mu Fei's heart.
"Father, the Queen, and the Queen... are so embarrassed!"
Mu Xi stood aside and watched, unable to help laughing.
Han Qingqing quickly took his hand off Mu Fei's face and glanced at Mu Xi, who was still jumping around.
He immediately put his hand on Mu Xi's face.
"Now the whole family is full of pretty faces!"
Han Qingqing looked at Mu Xi with a smile.
Mu Xi also laughed.
Mu Fei looked at the three of them with faces like this, and somewhere in his heart, he became softer.