Tell me, who is the child?

Ever since Li Yi and Du Songfeng were arrested, Han Mengliu had concerns. These days, he was very peaceful in the Prince's residence and never caused any trouble.Xia Zhao was very satisfied and let him be by his side no matter what he did.

For example, at this moment, Xia Zhaoduan was sitting in the small study room doing homework, while Han Mengliu was reading a volume in the teacher's chair beside him, with a fruit plate in his hand, and occasionally eating a grape.The light incense outlines a few points of warmth.

It was still hot in August, he only wore a moon white silk robe with a loose tie, no blouse or accessories, and clogs on his feet - he had been placed in the inner room by Xia Zhao all the time, and had no chance to see outsiders.Therefore, the clothes are always simple and thin, and they are almost never worn.

Xia Zhao wrote for a while, then lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, sighing sadly.

Han Mengliu looked away from the scroll, "What's bothering Xiao Zhao'er?" He was always very happy to see the frowning little prince with his toes high.

"The Grand Tutor asked Bengong to make a fuss, and Bengong did it twice. The Taifu just said, 'It's just a matter of restraint'. I don't quite understand the meaning of this." Xia Zhao frowned and stared at the pen and ink in his hand, "In the past, the Grand Tutor praised Ben. Gong's articles are better than Cheng Xi's, last year Cheng Xi won the first prize, which means that this palace is at least also a top scholar. But now it is said that, the Taifu is too harsh on this palace."

Han Mengliu said with a smile: "His Royal Highness's splendid article, can the ordinary people pay their respects?"

Xia Zhaobai glanced at him and motioned for him to come.

Han Mengliu put down his book, straightened his lazy body, and walked over in clogs, the silk robe in front of him being stretched round by his stomach.When he got to Xia Zhao's side, he leaned down and looked at the wet article carefully, "I guess Mr. Tai Tuo means that Xiao Zhaoer's article is indeed good, but the good thing is the 'responsibility', that is The articles that the scientific examination likes are not the articles that His Royal Highness should write."

Xia Zhao frowned again.

"You are the prince now, and in the future you will..."

Xia Zhao immediately glared at him.

Han Mengliu swallowed the disrespectful words, "How can His Royal Highness use the so-called No. [-] scholar as the criterion for his thoughts and opinions in writing? I think you already understand."

"In this way, I am really enlightened, your mind is turning very fast." Xia Zhao turned his head and smiled, "Have you ever taken a scientific examination?"

Han Mengliu shook his head.

"Do you want to participate in the future?"

Han Mengliu still shook his head with a smile.

"Why? You are both educated and talented, why don't you take the scientific examination?"

Han Mengliu said: "I have learned a lot, and the scientific examination is not the only thing I love. If I go to the examination and pass it again, I don't want to do it if I am given an official position. It is a waste of work, and it hurts a person who wants to be an official but is not willing to do it. Aren’t those who fail the ranking worthless?”

Xia Zhao looked puzzled, he grew up in the palace and as a prince, he had never heard such arguments.

Han Mengliu smiled even more, and raised his hand to caress the top of Xia Zhao's head, "There are thousands of people and thousands of ideas in this world, and there is not only one way that is definitely right. You are young, you have little experience, and you don't know much about it. normal."

Xia Zhao avoided those hands and muttered, "It sounds like you are seventy or eighty years old."

Han Mengliu just laughed.

Because of his good behavior recently, Xia Zhao is in a good mood, and the two get along much more easily than before.

"Father's birthday is approaching, and I want to make a painting to dedicate to Father. You are good at painting, so you might as well talk about your ideas."

"Oh?" Han Mengliu showed interest, "What does Xiao Zhaoer plan to draw?"

"Dedicated to the father, it is like a country."

"Jiangshan?" Han Mengliu's expression darkened, and then he quickly returned to normal, "Okay, let me see what you draw first."

Xia Zhao nodded, spread the rice paper on the case, and began to swipe it with a pen.The green hills in the distance are continuous, and the clear water forms a bay nearby.He sometimes stopped writing to think, and when he had finished thinking, he raised his brows and confidently raised his sleeves to continue.

Han Mengliu looked at it for a while, stretched out his arm and grabbed Xia Zhao's hand holding the brush from behind, and leaned over to stick it next to his ear, "Painting needs to be done in one go. If you always stop like this, even if the painting is finished, it will fall apart."

Xia Zhao's hand was held by Han Mengliu, and he quickly painted in large strokes on the paper, and then changed the strokes to paint small details. The somewhat rigid painting gradually added willful vitality, and Xia Zhao couldn't help but marvel and joy.Looking sideways, Han Mengliu's eyes were full of concentrated light, and he was completely different from his usual teasing and lazy appearance.

"Ink and wash freehand brushwork can only be like this. But since you are dedicated to the Holy One, it should be more gorgeous, and you should use fine brushwork..."

Before finishing speaking, Xia Zhao grabbed Han Mengliu with his left arm, pulled Han Mengliu into his arms, and sat sideways on his lap.Then he threw the pen with his right hand, pressed down on Han Mengliu's head lightly, raised his head and kissed those two beautiful lips.

Han Mengliu laughed, and stretched out his arms to catch the pen that was thrown away, but he failed to catch it, and the pen rolled out a few ink dots on the paper, and fell off the desk.He smiled even more helplessly, and gently pushed Xia Zhao away, "Xiao Zhao'er hasn't finished her homework yet, so the study room is full of prostitution, is it really good?"

"Talk too much." Xia Zhao scolded, pulled him closer again, and kissed him passionately.

Han Mengliu's robe slipped from her shoulders to her waist, and Xia Zhao's nearly seven-month pregnant belly was pressed against Xia Zhao's chest, sending out bursts of heat.Unable to be content with just scratching his boots, Xia Zhao was about to go further when the study door creaked suddenly, and the wind blew in with moisture.Xia Zhao immediately pulled up the thin robe to wrap around Han Mengliu's body, and roared at the door, "Which one doesn't have eyes?!"

With a plop, someone fell to their knees outside the door, and the shivering and chattering teeth could be heard clearly.

In the afternoon, when the red light came, a piece of dark blue robe with golden phoenix pattern appeared at the place where the light was most dazzling.

Xia Zhao was shocked, and the sweat on his forehead instantly turned into cold sweat. He motioned for Han Mengliu to get up, and he went around from the desk and knelt down in front of the desk: "My son knocked on my father. When my father comes, why don't you pass the decree in advance, my son?" It’s good to go out to pick you up.”

Han Mengliu stood behind Xia Zhao, fastened his clothes silently, and knelt down too.

A faint voice came from above: "Decree passed in advance? If the decree is passed in advance, I will not be able to open my eyes today."

Xia Zhao kowtowed, "The child deserves to die, I just thought it was some servant, father forgive me."

Han Mengliu heard a snort not far above his head, and then a luxurious and graceful figure passed by, and sat down in the top teacher's chair inside.Xia Zhao and Han Mengliu changed directions and knelt again, the study door was quickly closed from behind, and the air was very oppressive.

Han Mengliu couldn't help thinking, this year he really had the luck of being a nobleman, not only had he slept with the crown prince, but today he was sharing the same room with the crown prince's biological father, the queen of Daqi.Du Taoist Empress is a gentle, quiet and beautiful man, but he doesn't know that he is almost middle-aged, and he can retain some charm.

The queen's eyes first glanced at the book case where the brush and ink were arranged in a mess, and settled on the painting stained with ink, and then followed the ink stains to look away, looking at the pen that fell on the ground.Then he set his sights on Han Mengliu: his hair was partly scattered, and his clothes were even more dishonest.

"You, straighten up and look up."

Han Mengliu did as he did, and he couldn't see the Queen's appearance when he was looking at him at a level, but the Queen saw him clearly, especially the delicate face and round pregnant belly.

"Zhao'er, you are not yet married, and all the servants around you can't choose by yourself, but you... the child in his womb will be born in a few months, what are you going to do? Looking at this study again, it is really unsightly. You and Is he hanging around like this all day long? Now it’s just me, if everyone knows it, especially your father... Zhaoer, do you understand what you are doing? Have you forgotten that you are Da Qi? The prince of the country?!" He patted the armrest of the wooden chair.

Xia Zhao raised his head and said eagerly, "Father calm down, the child knows he was wrong."

"You know your mistakes, but you don't correct them?" The Queen's expression was cold.

Xia Zhao turned his head to look at Han Mengliu, and then bowed upwards, "Father, I have finally found the one I love, and I don't want to give up."

Han Mengliu knelt upright, with a calm expression, as if what Xia Zhao said had nothing to do with him.

The queen said firmly: "Zhaoer, you are the crown prince."

"My son understands what my father means, but no matter what the result is, my son is still willing to give it a try." Xia Zhao was extremely serious.

"You..." The queen stared at the young prince fixedly. In his eyes, Xia Zhao had always been childish, but now the child has his own ideas, stubbornly wanting to challenge the most impossible thing in the world.

The queen was silent for a long time and sighed: "That's all. I just hope that one day your father will know that the situation will not be too bad."

Xia Zhao was pleasantly surprised, "Father?"

"There are so many people in your mansion, it's never appropriate. Let me take him back to the palace for the time being, and say that he is my distant cousin. It makes sense for him to come back to your mansion in the future."

Xia Zhao was even more delighted, looked at Han Mengliu again, and said excitedly: "Thank you, father!"

Han Mengliu still lowered his head calmly, and the queen looked at him with deep eyes.

Not long after, Han Mengliu was put into a small sedan chair and accompanied by the Queen's guard of honor when she returned to the palace.Xia Zhao saw him off outside the gate of the mansion, Yin Yin looked at it for a long time.

The sedan chair enters the palace and goes outside Yuxiao Palace, the Queen's bedroom. Han Mengliu is ushered into a small hall, where she kneels and waits for the Queen and Phoenix to drive her.

After meeting the king, he needs to wear a dress, tie, crown, and accessories. This is quite uncomfortable for Han Mengliu, who has not worn serious clothes for a long time. What's more, he has been pregnant for nearly seven months, and he has a dragon physique, and he has a big belly , now that Jin Yi is restrained and kneeling upright, making his belly more visible, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is about to give birth.So after only kneeling for a moment, he felt heavy in the abdomen, sore in the waist, tight in the chest, dizzy, and very tired.

The palace people outside sang "The Empress is here", and Han Mengliu leaned against her tightly bound stomach.

"You are pregnant, so excuse yourself." The footsteps stopped, and the Queen's voice came from behind, still light.

"Caomin thank you for your compassion."

"I am fortunate enough to conceive an imperial heir, so I know that pregnancy is difficult."

"The emperor's position is extremely respected, but he can reach others, and the grassroots admire him."

The Empress sneered, "After leaving the Prince's Mansion, you talk too much?"

"Oh, just now in the prince's mansion, the prince spoke, so the grassroots didn't say much." Han Mengliu boldly looked up, the queen's appearance was gentle, she didn't look like a middle-aged person at all, just the widow's air of indifference to the world It made him a little unexpected, how could such a breath appear on the person who lived at the top of the harem.

Either it is really indifferent, or it is hidden too deep.

But this queen is not the former in any case.

No, the attendant standing on the side was holding a tray in his hand, and it seemed that he was not a kind person.

"Dare to ask the queen, if she brought the grass people from the prince's mansion into the palace, is it for abortion, or...for death?"

The queen also glanced at the brown concoction in the bowl on the tray, and said with a cold smile, "What's the difference?"

The author has something to say: It’s okay to look at the little prince when he’s not a bear, but do you believe his words, hahaha~~ Openly thank the readers for throwing the bazooka!