After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

The general's change today was something they welcomed.

For the sake of the people living on the border and for the sake of blood feud, the general is now twenty-nine years old, has never been close to a woman, and has no children.

For these loyal subordinates, they hope to see Yan Changqing happy.

So, everyone started talking.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly changed from serious and tense to lively and bustling.

"General, my wife didn't want to marry me at the time, but she later sent good wine to my father-in-law and the marriage was settled."

Yan Changqing nodded and made a note of it.

Although the late emperor is no longer with us, the Empress Dowager is still alive.

Starting from tomorrow, he will visit the palace from time to time to pay his respects and bring some gifts to the Empress Dowager.

By the way, if Madam is free, please go with her.

Yan Changqing thought happily.

Regardless, it's good to spend more time together.

Another person said: "My wife likes flowers. When we first got married, I bought a lot of them and planted them all over the yard. She loved them very much."

Flowers?

OK, he remembered.

The master asked: "General, what does Her Highness like? If you want to please someone, the first thing to do is to please them."

Another rule is to give the other person whatever he needs.

But obviously, the eldest princess lacks nothing.

The only ten years of youth that were lost cannot be made up even by a general.

Like?

Yan Changqing frowned and thought carefully.

Whether it was ten years ago or when he met her again ten years later, he couldn't be sure what her hobbies were.

Painting is what she is good at.

The painting of "Eight Immortals Greeting the New Year" presented at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet astonished everyone and was hung by the Empress Dowager in the most conspicuous place in the Xining Palace.

But, will what she is good at be what she likes?

Yan Changqing was not sure.

Because in his memory, she was good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, not just painting.

He thought carefully for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Madam likes to prepare fresh food. Is this considered a hobby?"

The whole family sat together and enjoyed the hot pot, as well as the new dishes that were recently launched in the mansion using dried Sichuan peppers. She enjoyed them all very much.

Thinking of the scene where her cheeks turned red from the spicy food but she refused to admit defeat, Yan Changqing's tough and handsome facial features softened for no reason.

Donglin had followed him for many years, but this was the first time he saw him look like this.

He quickly nudged his master with his elbow and asked him to look quickly.

The master patted him on the shoulder and replied, "I think it should be counted. Why not have someone go to the coastal area and collect some fresh seasonings and ingredients?"

Dajing has sea transportation, and every year several ships return with full loads.

"can."

Yan Changqing nodded in agreement.

However, this round trip takes quite some time, so I should first arrange entering the palace and getting the flowers.

Damn, there are so few flowers in winter.

It was already late at night when we finished discussing this matter.

Yan Changqing brought up another topic, regarding Qin Yaoguang's audit of the accounts at Taifu Temple.

"Tomorrow I will submit a letter to support Madam, and you can arrange for the others to cooperate."

He knew that Qin Yaoguang had his own plans for Cui Yongwei.

But as a husband, he can't just sit there and watch, right?

Especially when some people in the court and the public impeached the eldest princess.

What's the point of swallowing one's pride? That's not what he does.

Anyone who says something bad about the lady will be making things difficult for him.

That night, the candle in the study was lit all night long.

After the advisors and his staff left, Yan Changqing wrote the memorial at night, carefully considering the wording before copying it into the official memorial.

If he doesn't sleep, even his personal attendant can't sleep.

Seeing that the master had finally finished, the servant came in with hot water, soaked the towel in the hot water, and handed it to Yan Changqing.

"Prince, would you like to take a nap first?"

Yan Changqing covered his face with the hot towel, wiped his face, and felt much more energetic.

After taking a look at the clepsydra, he shook his head and said, "No need."

The night was pitch black, with no stars or moon.

In another half hour, it would be time to go out for court.

It’s better not to sleep so that you can maintain a clear mental state.

I leaned back in my chair and took a short nap, then felt tired.

Yan Changqing didn't dare to fall asleep and woke up immediately.

Now I am really old and time is not forgiving.

If it were a few years earlier, not to mention staying up all night, it would be no problem to carry out long-distance raids for several nights in a row.

After walking out of the room, he stood in the cold wind for a while, then walked to an open area in the yard and started practicing the most basic military boxing skills.

He didn't know how many times he had performed this set of punches.

Every move is familiar to me and has its own memory in my muscles.

He focused all his attention on the moves, how to exert force with the least effort, how to infuse true energy to maximize the effect, and so on.

They are all subtle skills of seeing the big picture from the details.

This effect cannot be achieved without extreme skill.

As the sounds of fists and feet breaking through the air rang out, Yan Changqing abandoned all distracting thoughts in his mind, immersed himself in it wholeheartedly, and soon entered a flow state.

After doing this for more than ten times, he finally stopped punching and kicking and concentrated his energy into his dantian.

Standing in the darkest night before dawn, his figure was like a sword and his black eyes were as calm as stars.

"Prepare my court dress for me."

He ordered his attendant.

"Yes."

Yan Changqing was also a rich young man who lived a life of luxury when he was a child, but the hardships he had experienced over the years had made him lose his elegance and refinement, leaving only his elegance and nobility in his bones, and he lived a simple life.

Even when he returned to the capital, he was only accompanied by two long-term attendants who took turns to serve him all year round.

People who practice martial arts don't care about so many things.

He walked to the well and stripped down to his calf pants.

Abandoning the well wheel, he picked up the well rope with one hand and drew a bucket of well water, pouring it over himself from head to toe.

It was extremely cold in the coldest days of winter, and even though he had his internal energy to protect his body, goose bumps still formed on his skin due to the irritation.

The blue veins bulge under the thin skin like dragons and snakes, and the muscle lines are long and clear.

After scrubbing his body, he untied his hair.

Then, Yan Changqing picked up the soap beans in the wooden box on the edge of the well and quickly washed all his black hair.

His hair was longer than that of an average man, reaching his waist and hips.

It took him longer to wash than to wash his body.

Under the stimulation of cold water, the red bloodshot in his eyes caused by staying up late completely disappeared, and his mind was unusually clear.

The nights are longer in winter. When Yan Changqing arrived at the palace gate in court robes and handed over his badge to the gate guard for inspection, there was no sign of dawning.

In the dim light from the lanterns, the officials attending the court were seen in groups of three or five, their figures dim.

Seeing the tall and straight Yan Changqing, everyone's eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Why is he here?

Is something big going to happen again?

You know, although the princes, princesses, princes, princesses and other royal relatives have noble status, they do not need to attend court on weekdays.

The last time Yan Changqing appeared, he submitted a memorial impeaching Xue Qingkong, and attached irrefutable evidence.

What is he doing today?

Yan Changqing left the mansion to attend court without waking up the entire Princess's mansion.

It was not until the sky began to turn slightly pale that blue smoke began to rise from the mansion.