Chapter 687 Peerless Beauty?

She took off her cloak as soon as she got into the car, and only wore a crisp jacket and skirt,

Zhao Yuanjing touched her body and said with a smile: "It's not cold if you're dressed so thinly?"

"It's still very hot." Yun Dai reached for his folding fan, unfolded it, and fanned the wind, "Although it's autumn, it's still a bit hot."

"Don't be greedy for coolness, it will be bad for your health in the future. After all, it's confinement." Zhao Yuanjing took away the folding fan and forbade her to fan it again.

"Give me back the fan." Yun Dai stretched out her hand to grab it.

Zhao Yuanjing shrank back: "Don't make a fuss, I'm doing it for your own good, don't make a fuss, or I'll lose my face."

Yun Dai stood up and reached out to reach for the fan.

It's a pity that she is short and short-handed, how can she beat Zhao Yuanjing.

The two made a fuss.

She sat down resentfully, and said: "Look at what they put on me, such a thick leather cloak! This is sincerely trying to kill me from the heat. I gave birth to a child, and I didn't just come back from the iceberg."

"Take off your cloak, sit quietly for a while, and the heat will soon go away." Zhao Yuanjing comforted her, then shook her head, "The temper is getting worse, and you dare to grab something from me."

Yun Dai glanced at him and said with a smile: "After giving birth, it's normal for a mother to have a big change in hormones and a bad temper."

"It's full of gossip again." Zhao Yuanjing took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, "Be quiet, the angrier you are, the hotter you feel."

The two of them laughed and laughed, and the sound inevitably spread outside.

Zhao Yuanhe has always had amazing hearing, he can almost hear every sentence in the carriage, every word.

He tilted his head slightly, and said with a warm smile: "When I was outside, I heard that Brother Huang got a favorite concubine. I still thought, Brother Huang is so cold-tempered, how could he spoil a woman. Looking at it now, it's me I was wrong."

Zhao Shu stared ahead, expressionless.

Zhao Yuanhe asked enthusiastically: "Uncle Huang, did you see the two little princesses just now? What do they look like? Does it look like our Zhao family?"

Thinking of the chubby, round faces and round almond eyes of the two little princesses, Zhao Shu showed a faint smile: "They look exactly the same, they all look like their mother. If there is anything like the Zhao family, it's the nose and mouth."

"So the eyes don't look like those of the Zhao family?" Zhao Yuanhe was a little happy.

The Zhao family's typical Danfengyan, the emperor's uncles and brothers all have it, but he is not.

Now that he has two little nieces, both of whom are not Dan Fengyan, Zhao Yuanhe is very happy.

He smiled and asked: "They look more like Sister-in-law Yun? Sister-in-law Yun is a peerless beauty? Otherwise, with the temperament of the emperor brother, he would not spoil her like this."

"Peerless beauty?" Zhao Shu glanced in the direction of the chariot.

The curtain of the carriage was blown away by the wind, revealing a little bit of Yun Dai's side face.

She seemed in good spirits, well rested, with a fresh smile.

After all, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she didn't look like she had given birth to three children at all. She was still a sweet and charming girl, with a clear smile and a light figure.

He withdrew his gaze and said softly, "She's not some peerless beauty, but she's just a bit of an annoying little girl."

"Annoying?" Zhao Yuanhe was a little surprised, and smiled, "Although I can't see the face of Mrs. Yunhuang, but I can hear her sweet and pleasant speech and light laughter. She must be a pleasing woman. Could it be that Xiaohuang is right? What misunderstanding did Madam Yun have?"