Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

"Where are you going, Your Majesty?" Yan Shiji took three steps into two steps, strode towards Lin Mu'an, and reached out to hold Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan glanced sideways at Yan Shiji and withdrew his hand.

"I don't want to hear it. I'm hungry and need to eat." Lin Mu'an walked straight forward, not wanting to listen to Yan Shiji's words.

Yan Shiji didn't stop him. It didn't matter whether Lin Mu'an came or not this morning. He just wanted to see Lin Mu'an.

But it was still a little difficult for Lin Muan to go to the morning court in winter.

Lin Muan walked out of the Zichen Palace only a few steps before he was chased by Qiluo and put on his cloak. He walked quickly without looking back for a moment.

We went all the way to Cining Palace, and Chang Songyi happened to come out.

"Abao is going to court, let's go drink some hot tea." Chang Songyi looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

"Mom, are you going out?" Lin Muan stared at Chang Songyi.

"Yes, I will come back later." Chang Songyi nodded slightly.

"Then let's eat antique soup tonight?" Lin Mu'an asked.

"Okay, let's eat it tonight." Chang Songyi reached out and touched Lin Mu'an's face, "Come in, it's cold outside, don't make A Bao sick, mother will be back later."

"Well, then I'll wait for my mother." Lin Muan smiled and nodded.

Chang Songyi wanted to leave the palace, but Lin Muan didn't know what she was doing when she left the palace, so he didn't ask.

I stayed here and changed my clothes. Light clothes are more comfortable.

Lin Muan changed places again and returned to Qianqing Palace.

I went into the house and rummaged through the closet, took out the black dress, looked at it, and then stuffed it at the bottom of the closet. I also covered it with a few more clothes, looking like I really didn't want to see it.

The room was warm because Lin Muan was afraid of the cold, so the whole room was warm and he didn't need to wear a lot of clothes.

Originally he wanted to embroider a handkerchief, but he couldn't calm down to embroider, so he simply started copying books.

Half a day passed like this, and he continued copying after lunch. In the evening, Chang Songyi came back. He went to eat antique soup with Chang Songyi, and then returned to Qianqing Palace to sleep.

He had nothing to worry about recently, so he fell asleep easily, sleeping deeply and soundly.

Yan Shiji would visit Lin Muan every night while he was asleep. During the day, he could not get close to Lin Muan.

As soon as he got close, Lin Muan would run as fast as he was avoiding the plague.

Lin Mu'an is very good when sleeping, with loose black hair, cheeks as white and tender as jade, and lips as pink as peach blossoms.

Because there was a fire burning in the house, he would feel hot when he fell asleep. His hands were exposed, his sleeves had slipped to his elbows, and his forearms were hanging naked on the quilt.

Yan Shiji gently picked up Lin Muan's arm, opened the quilt and put his hand in it.

Compared to Lin Mu'an, Yan Shiji had not slept well recently. He couldn't sleep without looking at Lin Mu'an. After looking at Lin Mu'an, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him all night without closing his eyes.

He didn't know what he wanted to do.

After the first snowfall in the middle of winter, it was really too cold to go out.

In the early morning, the memorial was changed to a memorial, and Yan Shiji's workload became even greater.

But for some reason, this year was much colder than previous years, and Yan Shiji was a little worried about food and grass for the war.

Ye Huayue and Jing Miaoyi kept writing that nothing happened, but Yan Shiji still allocated food and grass to nip it in the bud.

Winter has arrived and the new year is approaching.

Although there has been little activity in the palace, there are still some things that need to be prepared.

These large and small matters basically fall on Yan Shiji, but Chang Songyi will take over some of the harem matters, but this does not reduce Yan Shiji's workload.

Recently, he suddenly felt a little powerless. Sometimes he would get distracted when reviewing memorials and feel confused when reading memorials.

But when Song Qingli heard the news that there was going to be a baby, Yan Shiji put down the memorial in his hand and left the palace.

Lin Muan wandered to the imperial study and entered the main hall.

He knew that Yan Shiji had left the palace, so he came.

It's hard to let go of someone you love. Even if he forces himself not to look at Yan Shiji, Yan Shiji seems to have lost a lot of weight and is very gloomy. It's hard to not care.

There is nothing he is good at that can help Yan Shiji, but he can still do it if he approves a memorial.

Until Yan Shiji came back, Lin Muan approved the memorials that were almost piled up into a hill. After sitting for a long time, his back was sore and he almost fell when he stood up.

Fortunately, he held the table, stood up and tidied it up, closed the door, took the cloak from Qiluo, put it on and left.

He had just left, but Yan Shiji came back just at this moment. He happened to look at Lin Muan's retreating back at the door, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

Song Qingli gave birth to twins, and Yan Shiji had already dissipated the news that her son had died of hemorrhage. However, since the child was still young and the emperor had no children, he adopted the child to Lin Muan and found a good life.

Song Qingli had already settled down, and Yan Shiji only let her take a look at the child before taking the child back to the palace.

"What are you doing here, Your Majesty?" Yan Shiji glanced at Wufeng and untied his cloak as he walked.

"Your Majesty went into the main hall after the governor left. He didn't come out until just now. Your Majesty didn't ask his subordinates to wait on you. Your Majesty doesn't know what your Majesty did inside." Wufeng bowed and took Yan Shiji's cloak and answered truthfully. road.

Yan Shiji was confused for a moment and entered the main hall. At first glance, he didn't find anything wrong. Yan Shiji picked up a memorial and saw the annotations.

As I flipped through it again, I found that almost every book had it, and it was very detailed, and it didn’t look like I didn’t know how to do it.

Now Yan Shiji understood, and a warm current flowed through his heart. He stared at the handwriting on the memorial that was completely different from his own, and smiled slightly.

After all the memorials were approved, Yan Shiji left the imperial study directly and went to Lin Muan's Qianqing Palace.

Lin Mu'an just sat down, his buttocks were not even hot from sitting, when Yan Shiji came in, and he frowned displeased.

"What's the matter?" Lin Mu'an looked at Yan Shiji coldly and distantly.

"The third princess's child is born. It's a twin of a dragon and a phoenix. Please give her a name." Yan Shiji stared at Lin Muan's face with burning eyes.

Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji and relaxed his brows slightly.

"What does the child look like?" Lin Mu'an had never seen a child before, so it was difficult to name him, so he had to ask Yan Shiji.

"Do you want to meet Your Majesty? The snow will lighten up soon, and I will ask the wet nurse to bring the child to Your Majesty." Yan Shiji smiled.

"You just gave birth today, didn't you let your third sister-in-law take a look?" Lin Mu'an frowned, feeling that Yan Shiji was very heartless.

"Look, the third prince's concubine... It should be said that Miss Song has settled down." Yan Shiji thought for a while and explained.

"I'll go see them. It's cold no matter how light the snow is, and newborn babies are prone to illness." Lin Mu'an stared at Yan Shiji, stood up and straightened his clothes.

"It's better to bring them here. They will be kept by His Majesty from now on." Yan Shiji looked at Lin Muan with a smile.

He could accept the children being raised by him. After all, these two children would be regarded as his biological children in the future, but if Yan Shiji wanted to come and see them, that would be another matter.

"Why?" Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji warily.