The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Thinking of meeting the right person, Li Fuyan was both looking forward to and worried.

She touched her plump waist and sighed.

"I don't know if Yulang will be disappointed to see me like this?"

Yao Wanfang comforted: "don't be afraid. What he appreciates is your talent, which has little to do with your appearance."

Li Fuyan: "but what if? Everyone loves beauty. What if he doesn't like fat people?"

Xiao Xixi said while eating melon seeds: "that can only show that you have no fate. You can abandon him and look for the next favorite goal."

Having said that, Li Fuyan still felt unwilling.

She doesn't want to miss the chance of love because of her appearance.

Li Fuyan threw her heart horizontally and said firmly, "I want to lose weight!"

Xiao Xi ate melon seeds.

She asked in surprise, "are you sure?"

Li Fuyan nodded without hesitation: "yes, I must lose weight. Even if I can't lose my previous figure, I should at least become a normal figure. I can't stand the slightest disappointment when he looked into my eyes!"

Yao Wanfang: "but it's hard to lose weight. You tried to lose weight before. It didn't take long to lose weight again..."

Li Fuyan interrupted her and said, "I won't give up this time. I will stick to it to the end!"

For love, for her long-awaited lover, she must lose weight successfully!

Xiao Xi thought: "then you can reduce it. How much you can reduce is how much."

She doesn't think obesity is ugly. She just thinks that being too fat will affect her health.

If Li Fuyan's body can lose some weight, it will be good for her health.

When having dinner, Xiao Xixi mentioned Li Fuyan's noodle with Luo QingHan.

"I'd like to have a look with you and hang out by the way."

Luo QingHan casually put a piece of fat and lean meat back into the Xixi bowl and said, "OK, I'll go with you then."

Xiao Xixi quickly refused: "no, you are so busy. How can you waste your precious time on shopping? You'd better stay in the palace and do your own business."

Luo QingHan: "I doubt you are understanding me."

Xiao Cuixi: "how can it be? You think too much. What I say is from the bottom of my heart."

Luo QingHan didn't speak again.

He began to think in his mind that he had to find a time when there was less government affairs and take his daughter-in-law and children out of the palace.

Little cute raised her little meat claw and said, "I'll accompany my mother out of the palace!"

Xiaochangsheng reminded, "you have to have class."

Little cute pouts. She prefers to go out of the palace to play in class.

Xiao Xi touched the little tug on her daughter's head: "this time, Aunt Li and I have business to do. We can't bring you together. When I come back, I'll bring you delicious food."

Hearing that there was delicious food, xiaocute immediately cheered up again.

Her eyes twinkled at her mother.

"That's settled!"

She didn't forget to stretch out her little thumb.

Xiao Xi also stretched out her little thumb.

The two little thumbs hook each other and shake up and down twice, so it's a promise.

After dinner, Luo QingHan went to the small study to personally check the children's homework.

He is very strict with xiaochangsheng. Even if it is just a small matter of copying words, he must be perfect.

Luo QingHan circled the less beautiful words and asked Xiao Changsheng to copy each word ten times.

Without saying anything, Xiao Changsheng picked up his brush and wrote on the spot.

Seeing that her father was so strict, little cute was a little nervous.

My brother's handwriting is so beautiful that my father and Emperor are not satisfied. Won't all her handwriting be rejected?

However, after reading her words, Luo QingHan didn't say where she didn't write well. He nodded that there was no problem.

Little cute breathed a long sigh of relief.

Luo QingHan took out a calligraphy book of small regular script with hairpin flowers from the bookshelf and put it in front of little cute.

"In the future, you should copy according to this calligraphy book and write at least ten copies every day. I will check them."

The little cute tone was raised again. Ju and unexpectedly had to arrange extra homework?!

She took her father's sleeve and begged pitifully.

"Can you write less?"

She neither likes reading nor writing a lot of words.

Luo QingHan has always been more tolerant to this white, tender and lovely little daughter.

He squatted down, helped her smooth the broken hair behind her ears, and asked in a slow voice.

"How much do you want to write?"

Little cute put up a chubby little finger and carefully said, "one?"

Luo QingHan smiled faintly: "yes."

Little cute was about to cheer when she heard her father immediately say.

"You can write only one piece or not, but I will check your homework every day. If you don't make progress in writing, your homework in the future will be doubled."

Little cute was stunned.

Luo QingHan explained patiently whether she understood or not.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you when I asked you to practice calligraphy. I wanted to make your handwriting look better. As long as your handwriting looks good, it's up to you whether you write it or not."

Little cute asked, "what's the use of good writing?"

Luo QingHan: "if you write well, your teacher will praise you in front of all the students, and all the students will look at you with envy and admiration."

Little cute thought about the picture and felt that she had more face. She suddenly had power.

"Then I'll practice calligraphy now!"

Luo QingHan touched the little tug on her head: "go."

After two hours of practice, they washed and slept under the service of the maids.

Luo QingHan took a bath as usual.

By the time he got back to his bedroom, Xi Xi had fallen asleep on his bed.

Luo QingHan walked over, wiped her cheek with his fingertips, slipped slowly along the root of her ears, and drew his palm into the skirt close to the back neck.

With a little coolness on his fingertips, Xiao Xi woke up from his sleep.

She half opened her eyes and muttered in a daze.

"Come on, sleep."

Luo QingHan leaned down, wiped her lips and whispered.

"I'd like to take a time to go out and have a look. What place do you want to go?"

Xiao Xi cheered up a little: "do you want to make a southern tour?"

Emperor Dasheng had the habit of touring the south, but she didn't like this way. She not only wasted people and money, but also followed a large group of people around her. She didn't have a good time at all.

Luo QingHan kissed her and said, "it's not a southern tour, it's a tour in micro clothes."

Xiao Xi thinks this can be.

If you go out in micro clothes, you don't have to be surrounded by a large group of people. They can play as they want.

As for safety, she is not very worried.

Now the world is peaceful. I haven't heard of anyone going to rebel.

And they both know martial arts. It should be no problem to arrange some vigorous guards to protect them in the dark.

She was still thinking about the tour in micro clothes, and didn't notice that her clothes had been untied.

The warm body pressed down and interrupted her thoughts.