Bu Aao dreamed that she was sitting on a small boat, floating and floating. Suddenly, the board of the boat became hot and burned her buttocks. She woke up with a shake of her little body.

It turned out to be a dream.

Aoao's little eyes blinked, ready to go back to sleep, but she felt something was wrong again, the bottom of her buttocks was still warm.

He stretched out his little hand and touched it.

Wet.

Why is it so wet when pinched? It's still warm, as if someone poured hot tea on it.

Which palace maid was so bad that she spilled hot tea on the bed and let her sleep on it?

She is the eldest princess of Dayan, although her nickname is Aoao.

Her father and mother both said that she was given this nickname because she was prone to crying and would cry at every turn.

She doesn't like this nickname anymore, she doesn't like to cry.

Which palace maid is she?

Find it out tomorrow and show her crying!

Something doesn't seem right, her pants are also wet.

She stretched out her little hand and touched it again, then brought it to her nose and smelled it.

Hey, the smell is wrong.

A bit coquettish...

There's something familiar about this smell.

Suddenly she realized what had happened, and her little face felt hot, hotter than the damp heat underneath her body.

She wet the bed again.

There is a night light on beside the bed.

She turned her head to one side, looked at the handsome sleeping face of the man next to her, and pursed her lips.

So angry.

Why does she wet the bed whenever she sleeps with her father?

The key is that when she was sleeping at night, she was still talking nonsense.

The father said: Tonight your mother is not coming back from the General's Mansion. You two are sleeping with the father. You two siblings will not wet the bed and let the father become a drifter, right?

She patted her chest and promised.

"Bedwetting is something only children like my brother do when they are less than one year old. I am already three years old."

But now...

So embarrassing.

Fortunately, my father fell asleep.

You must not let your father know.

I wonder if it can be dried?

She saw that her mother often hung her brother's diapers out to dry.

Try it?

While looking at the man beside her, she quietly moved her body toward him under the quilt, then raised a thin leg to lift the quilt there, exposing the wet sheet.

outside.

Does this mean it's drying out?

But, no, my legs feel sore from lifting.

After not holding on for a while, she couldn't bear it and lowered her legs.

Then he changed his legs to a cross-legged posture, with one leg on top of the other, and the quilt was lifted up.

But she didn't last long, and her legs felt sore, so she had to straighten them again.

what to do?

I touched it with my little hands and it was still wet.

Recalling the words of assurance she had patted her chest on at night, she puffed up her cheeks and pursed her mouth in grievance.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

Yes, brother!

Bring her brother here, and she will sleep on his side. Tomorrow morning, her father will definitely think that it was her brother who peed.

Anyway, my brother is only half a year old and can't speak.

Hee hee hee, she is so smart.

Thinking like this, she climbed up gently and slowly, slid out of the bed, and didn't even bother to put on her shoes. She walked around the end of the bed with her bare feet to the other side of the bed, and stood on tiptoes.

Look at the swaddled little one sleeping on Father's side.

The little one slept so soundly.

She quietly opened the quilt and wanted to pick up the little one, but found that she had thin arms and legs, she was too short, and the bed was a bit high, so it was difficult to hold her and she couldn't hold her.

Oops, so urgent.

She went to bring a small stool and put her feet on it.

Step on it, it's high enough this time.

But it still doesn't work.

I can hold it, but I can only hold it for a while, and I can't get off the stool.

Unable to throw the little one away, she looked around.

Seeing a large bamboo basket containing diapers in the hall, she ran over with her bare feet, dumped all the diapers on the chair, and came back with the empty bamboo basket.

Then he stepped on the small stool, put the bamboo basket on the bed, and with all his strength, he carried the little one into the bamboo basket.

Then he put the bamboo basket on the ground and got off the small stool.

Half lifting and half dragging, he dragged the bamboo basket to this side of the bed.

I brought a small stool and prepared to put the little one on the bed in the same way, but found that she could lift it off the bed, but she couldn't lift it up from the ground to the bed.

She couldn't figure it out, really couldn't figure it out. Could it be that the little one suddenly became heavier? Why was it possible just now but not now?

what to do?

She scratched her little head, so anxious.

You can't let your little one sleep in a bamboo basket.

The queen mother said that if you don’t cover yourself with a quilt, you will get sick. Will the little one get sick?

Just when I was annoyed, anxious and depressed, the man on the bed stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"

She was so frightened that she almost fell off the stool.

"Father...father is awake! Father, father is awake just in time!" he said in a milky voice.

Bu Fengli looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Can he say that he woke up early?

He woke up when she moved around restlessly.

She was touching, sniffing, and crossing her legs. He knew that she had wet the bed again.

He just wanted to see what he wanted to do with this little thing?

Anyway, the charcoal fire in the temple was burning brightly and the temperature was so high that I couldn't stand the cold.

Moreover, he was always paying attention, and she couldn't throw another little one.

"It's just...it's just..." I moaned for a long time, and I didn't think about what to say, "Oh, it's just that my brother wet the bed, and the queen mother said that children can't lie on the bed.

I get sick easily, so I wanted to move my brother somewhere else, but I... am too weak to lift him."

After saying it in a childish voice, his little finger pointed at the little one who was still sleeping soundly in the bamboo basket on the ground.

Bu Fengli looked at the bamboo basket, the smile on his face became stronger, and asked her: "Can't you lift it?"

"Well, I can't lift it." He whined and puffed up his little cheeks, looking so aggrieved and annoyed.

"Where did my brother pee?"

Aoao lifted up the quilt and pointed to a large piece of wetness on the sheets: "Here."

"Isn't my brother sleeping here?" Bu Fengli pointed to his left side.

"No, my father remembered it wrong. Ao Ao slept over there, and my brother slept over here." Ao Ao's face was serious and he pointed to the place in front of him.
To be continued...