Chapter 3969 4.1569 Our Little Dumplings

Bai Wuxia stared at her husband deeply, with a pair of phoenix eyes, full of brilliance.

This deep sleep has been seventeen years.

When they wake up now, the two seem to have met each other in a lifetime.

Bai Wuxia raised his hand, his eyes moved lightly, and lightly touched his warm, warm cheek.

In fact, over the years, she has been able to vaguely hear his voice.

Every once in a while, he would chant in his ear for a long time.

Just such a man, her husband, the love of her life.

For seventeen years, he has never given up on treating her for a moment.

Just now, when her consciousness was clear, she was delighted to find that she seemed to be able to move.

I don't know why, but because I was very excited, I felt a sense of timidity, and I didn't dare to open my eyes for a while.

Now, looking at the familiar face, looking at the face that he has been thinking about for a long time, which is unforgettable, Bai Wuxia smiled in relief, and stretched out his hand to embrace Mo Liusheng.

"No time, no time." Mo Liusheng kept reciting her name and hugged her tightly, as if at this moment, it was a waste of time, and apart from each other, there was no one else in sight.

Bai Wuxia took a breath, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a young man who was somewhat similar to his husband, with eyes very much like his own.

Her heart trembled slightly, and suddenly she raised her hand and stretched it towards Mo Lian.

Mo Lian stepped forward quickly and reached out and was firmly grasped by her icy hand.

Bai Wuxia turned to look at her husband with a look of joy, "Liu Sheng, this is our family's little dumplings?"

Mo Liusheng nodded.

Bai Wuxia stretched out her arms and hugged her son, tears streaming down her face.

Small glutinous rice balls, small glutinous rice balls have grown so big, she can't sleep, and she misses her son's seventeen years of growth experience.

Thinking of this, Bai Wuxia's heart felt bitter.

Raising his hand and stroking his son's hair, Bai Wuxia's eyes were full of love, "Xiao Tangyuan, do you blame your mother? Your mother has not been able to take good care of you all these years, so you have suffered a lot."

The nature of mother and son, even if it was the first time they met in seventeen years, Mo Lian did not feel any strangeness towards the mother in front of her.

Even... the memory seemed to bring him back seventeen years ago.

I remembered the scene when my mother in a white shirt hugged him while enjoying the fun at Banyue Cliff.

At that time, she was the same as now, holding his little paw, Fengmu smiled, raised her hand and touched his head.

The two figures overlapped inexplicably, and Mo Lian's eyes were slightly moist.

"Mother." The prince's voice was choked, and he called out in a low voice.

The empress burst into tears and raised her hand to caress her son's head, "Xiao Tangyuan, it's my mother who is sorry for you. In the rest of my life, my mother will take good care of you and compensate you."

Mo Lian suddenly came back to her senses and raised her head, "Mother, I am married to my daughter-in-law, and the rest of my life has been handed over to my daughter-in-law."

The Emperor and the Empress:  …

Bai Wuxia smiled, turned to look at Qiao Mu, who was standing beside him, beckoned to her, looked at her with joy, and said, "Xiao Tangyuan marrying a daughter-in-law, then it's really a pair."

Tangyuan daughter-in-law? Lord Qiaoqiao took a few steps forward with a bewildered face, and the Empress gently held her little hand.

Bai Wuxia looked at his daughter-in-law with squinted eyebrows, and at a glance, he felt that he was very close, and his love was beyond words.

The little girl is so delicate.

Bai Wuxia asked herself that her appearance was unparalleled, but this little girl with a paralyzed face in front of her was actually half way better than herself.