After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Su Qingluo looked at someone sleeping under the quilt and laughed for no reason.

He stood up and didn't want to pay any attention to her. He changed his clothes and went straight to the main hall.

In the main hall, Wen Zhimiao was pulling Wen Jiuzhao to paint.

Wen Jiuzhao was painting seriously, but Wen Zhimiao was just scribbling.

The paper was covered with her drawings.

There was paint all over his face and hands, making him look like a little cat.

Wen Jiuzhao didn't get angry when he saw her drawing.

After all, Wen Zhimiao was just drawing on his own and didn't scribble on her painting.

After all, Wen Zhimiao is different from ordinary children. She is not so naughty as to scribble on Wen Jiuzhao's paintings.

Tired of playing, Wen Zhimiao threw away his paintbrush, lay down on the ground and spread out his limbs.

Seeing her like this, Wen Jiuzhao also crawled to her side, took a handkerchief and wiped her face carefully.

"Miao Miao, please get up from the ground. It's cold."

Wen Zhimiao turned over and looked up at Wen Jiuzhao.

"Sister, I don't want to paint anymore. I want to go out and play." Yunzhou and his mother hadn't come for a long time.

Wen Zhimiao has lost his patience waiting any longer.

"It's cold outside."

"Sister~Sister~" Wen Zhimiao kept acting coquettishly.

The maid couldn't help but giggle as she watched from the side.

"Okay, okay, then what does Miaomiao want to do outside?" Wen Jiuzhao asked her patiently.

"Look at the cat." She recently saw a young wild cat in Zhangtai Palace.

"The cat is far away and too cold." The cat was in the farthest side hall of Zhangtai Palace, where few palace maids went.

Wen Zhimiao sighed, it seemed so.

After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to lie down on the ground.

"Then...listen to the story..."

Wen Jiuzhao could still satisfy her request.

When Su Qingluo walked over, she saw Wen Zhimiao lying on the floor covered with a velvet carpet, with a thick cushion under him, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out.

Wen Jiuzhao was telling her a story.

When Wen Jiuzhao heard the maid announce the arrival of the queen, he quickly put down the storybook and stood up to salute Su Qingluo.

Wen Zhimiao also turned over, still lying on his stomach, but now he was looking up at Su Qingluo.

[Hey, why didn't Zhou Zhou come?]

When Su Qingluo heard her mention Yunzhou, she felt helpless again.

Her good Zhou Zhou was sleeping soundly at this moment.

However, Yun Zhou did not come, and Wen Zhimiao was fine. She crawled towards Su Qingluo and stretched out her hands for a hug.

Su Qingluo looked at her dirty appearance and avoided her with disgust.

"Take His Highness down to clean him up and bring him back here."

[Is it dirty? It's okay, isn't the paint dry?]

[Wow, I’m being disliked.]

It was really hard for Su Qingluo not to be disgusted by her horrible appearance.

Allowing her not to go to school before she reaches the appropriate age is not for her to play like this.

When Wen Jiuzhao saw Wen Zhimiao being carried away, he immediately followed.

Everyone left, and for a moment Su Qingluo was the only one left.

She looked at the drawing paper on the table, and on a whim, she unfolded another piece of drawing paper.

He picked up his pen and started drawing.

After the outline of the characters appeared, Su Qingluo looked at the painting in a daze.

The person in the painting was Yun Zhou.

Su Qingluo lowered her eyes and finally sighed deeply.

"What should I do with you?" Su Qingluo put down his pen and let out a breath.

Then he threw the drawing paper into the brazier.

He picked up his brush and drew a new one.

This one is more exquisite than the previous one.

Su Qingluo painted very seriously, and before she knew it, an hour had passed.

It was already dark outside.

Wen Zhimiao and Wen Jiuzhao changed their clothes and came over.

Hearing Wen Zhimiao's childish voice, Su Qingluo put down her brush and the painting.

This time when Wen Jiuzhao came over, he brought a small bag with him.

Wen Zhimiao shamelessly ran to Su Qingluo and threw himself into her arms.

"Xiangxiang, mother will hold you."

[Mom! I've finished my bath, come and hug me.]

Su Qingluo picked her up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After washing, the little face is white and clean, looking like a delicate and pretty little baby.

Everything is good, except that he is very thick-skinned.

"Zhou Zhou?" Wen Zhimiao was curious when he saw that Yun Zhou had not arrived yet.

"She is drunk and sleeping. If Miaomiao wants to find her, why not go and wake her up yourself?" Su Qingluo said with a smile.

Wen Zhimiao was quite surprised to hear that Yun Zhou was drunk: [She still drinks when she can drink that much?]

[I think she is really flying. She can fall down after drinking a glass of beer, how dare she drink? Why doesn’t she fly to heaven?]

[Mother, you don’t care about her.]

Su Qingluo looked at the little person in her arms in confusion. Why did she care about Yunzhou?

[Forget it, I'll go teach her a lesson. If she can't drink, then don't drink. What if something happens?]

Wen Zhimiao turned around and looked at Su Qingluo eagerly: "Mother, find Zhou Zhou~"

[Stinky woman, we agreed to spend New Year's Eve together every year. If you don't get up now, the New Year will be over.]

Su Qingluo naturally would not refuse her request.

He carried her to the bedroom.

But when she stepped into the door of her bedroom, Wen Zhimiao tilted her head in confusion again.

She hugged Su Qingluo's neck: "Zhou Zhou, over there?"

"She's sleeping here." Su Qingluo answered Wen Zhimiao frankly.

[Huh?]

[Why is she sleeping in your room again? Mother, have you made her drunk again?]

[What on earth did you two do behind my back?]

[Mother, you are not really gay, are you?]

She never stopped talking in her heart, and the look on her face when she looked at Su Qingluo was always full of curiosity.

It was as if Su Qingluo had done something to her good sister.

"She had dinner with Envoy Jiang and others, drank a few sips of wine, got drunk, and mistakenly ran to my room."

[Oh, she loves you so much that she only knows how to run to your room when she is drunk.]

[Sister, you are screwed. You have fallen in love with my mother. What shall I do to you?]

Su Qingluo couldn't help but chuckle.

He carried Wen Zhimiao to the phoenix bed.

Wen Zhimiao kicked off his shoes without any courtesy, climbed up and lay on Yun Zhou.

"Wake up~"

She didn't shout quietly at all.

Su Qingluo didn't care about her. He put her down and sat down next to her to play with the Lu Ban lock on the table.

Yun Zhou was woken up by Wen Zhimiao in a daze.

She looked at the little person lying on her and couldn't help frowning: "Ancestor, what's wrong? I have a headache."

"You deserve it. I made you drink." Wen Zhimiao reached out and pinched her face.

"How would I know that ancient fruit wine could be so intoxicating?" Yun Zhou also looked innocent.

The wine tasted like nothing, and she didn't even finish a glass.

As a result, I felt something was wrong while eating.

"Don't make noise, I'm sleepy."

"Drink soup during the New Year." Wen Zhimiao whispered in her ear.

Yun Zhou was a little impatient: "Isn't it still early?"

"We have to stay up until midnight for New Year's Eve, so you should sleep too, and don't make any noise."

Wen Zhimiao was forcefully carried into bed by Yun Zhou.

Even Wen Zhimiao, a small person, couldn't defeat her.

The result was that the big and the small really slept together.

When Su Qingluo came over to see, she was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

In the end, he took off Wen Zhimiao's thick cotton coat and stuffed him into the quilt.

As for Wen Jiuzhao, after hearing that Wen Zhimiao had fallen asleep, he took the initiative to ask Su Qingluo to go back and see the Concubine Dowager.

Su Qingluo also agreed.

Today is New Year's Eve. It's night again now, but it's quite lively outside.

The palace maids were all extremely happy.

Only the queen's bedroom was still quiet.

Su Qingluo was sitting there reading a book, while two resentful sisters, one big and one small, lay asleep on her bed.

In the end, I was awakened by the sound of fireworks at a palace banquet outside.