Although the poem is still very immature, it is a five-year-old child after all, which is already amazing.

Next were two little princesses, wearing the same pink skirt, tied with a pair of yaki buns, and holding a glass fruit tray forward.

The exact same pink and cute appearance made everyone show a loving smile like an old mother.

This pair of twin little princesses is really the pearl in the hands of all the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When Zhao Yuanjing saw two little girls, he also smiled and waved, "Come here."

The princesses worked together to carry the fruit plate and obediently walked to the father.

The girls bowed their knees and gave a regular courtesy, and said in unison: "My son wishes my father a glorious life and prosperity for the Great Zhou Dynasty and the people forever."

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and asked, "What are you holding in your hands?"

The child said, "Back to the father, this is a fruit plate made by my sister and the child, and I specially dedicated it to the father."

The two of them didn't know anything else, so they asked Yun Dai, and Yun Dai said that they would discuss it themselves, as long as they prepared carefully, the father would like it.

The two of them found twenty-four kinds of fruits and made an iced fruit plate.

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanjing really liked it. He hugged them with one hand and sat on his lap, smiling and said, "The princesses' filial piety is appreciated. But my princess doesn't need to do these things personally. Does this little hand hurt your fingers?"

"It doesn't hurt at all." Qian'er smiled.

The child reached his finger in front of his father and said softly: "Father, huhh."

Her little face is round, her eyebrows are curved, and there are bright stars in her eyes.

Zhao Yuanjing seemed to have seen the reduced version of Yun Dai.

And this little girl is so dependent on herself and acts spoiled at herself.

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and pinched her thin little fingers, leaned over and blew it, and his voice became gentle unconsciously: "Does it still hurt?"

"Okay, it won't hurt."

"Be good." Zhao Yuanjing kissed her little hand.

It made the children giggle.

This scene was seen by many ministers below and smiled knowingly.

The emperor is also a father. He loves his little daughter so much, and it also allows people to see the warm and affectionate side of the royal family.

After the little princesses offered gifts, it was the concubines' turn.

Jin Shan brought a carefully prepared painting with her.

Although she has abandoned calligraphy and painting recently, her foundation is still there.

The level is OK.

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Concubine Jin Jie is good, please reward him."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jin Shan was a little happy and bowed to retreat.

Then it was Qi Xiao.

Qi Xiao has almost broken away from her identity as a concubine and has completely become a female official.

But after all, she is still here, so she still comes up to offer a gift in a regular manner.

Her gifts were much more common, just a pair of boots.

Obviously she is very low-key and doesn't want to invite favor at all. She just wants to be her position as a female official in Shangyi Bureau.

Everyone was happy after the gift was delivered.

Except for Zhao Yuanjing.

He looked at Yun Dai who was sitting next to him and said, "Queen, everyone else has given me a gift, where are you?"

Everyone looked at her in unison.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Of course I'm prepared too."

She took a box from Baoxing and handed it to the emperor, saying, "I wish the emperor a good health and a peaceful and prosperous age."

"It's right, but I don't know what I gave."

Zhao Yuanjing said this, but he was still a little expectant in his heart. He couldn't wait to open the box as soon as he got it.

In the box is a piece of snow-white Hetian jade.

You can tell at a glance that it is a good thing.

but……

Zhao Yuanjing was a little disappointed.

This kind of gift was given by those ministers, and he was not interested in it at all.
Chapter completed!