The Long Song of Reincarnation of the Tenth World

Waking up in the morning, looking at Xiao Canghai lying beside him, Yang Jing wondered how he came back?Then I remembered what I did last night, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He is the king of a country, he speaks well, and he promised to move out to sleep, but he ran back in the middle of the night, really...

Yang Jing felt a little ashamed.But he really couldn't let go of the feeling of Xiao Canghai sleeping beside him.

Xiao Canghai also woke up, glanced at his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.He couldn't help but smiled, patted his hand and said, "Since I can't sleep in Wuheng Palace, I can move back. I can't sleep well without you."

Lie, obviously slept soundly last night.

Although Yang Jing slandered in his heart, he still felt that Xiao Canghai's step was so considerate, so he said hesitantly, "But you are inconvenient now..."

Xiao Canghai raised his chin, stroked his beard, half teased and half jokingly said: "Your Majesty will do nothing wrong."

Looking at you as a disciple, who is going to do bad things?

Yang Jing couldn't help but cast a blank look, and went down the steps: "Are you the kind of lustful person? If so, I'll move back tonight." He coughed lightly, got out of bed and asked someone to change clothes and wash without mentioning it.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the year, New Year's Day was off, ancestors were worshiped on the first day of the new year, the royal family and nobles were invited to the palace for a banquet on the second day, and the courtiers congratulated on the third day of the new year, and it didn't stop until the sixth day.

The Spring Festival holiday in the Dasheng Dynasty lasted until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the emperor was no exception.

It’s rare to have a long vacation, so Yang Jing wanted to call a few children around to be lively, but Yang Jian went out of the house to socialize constantly, and even made an appointment with a few friends to go hunting. Princess Changping was very envious when she found out about it. As a daughter, she really couldn't get out, so she had to ask a group of princes and children to enter the palace for a Cuju competition, and they had a lively time.

Seeing this, Yang Jing simply let the children go to play. He accompanied Xiao Canghai every day, and in his free time, he and he looked at the library list, wrote and drew, chatted and played chess, and lived a very leisurely and sweet life.

During this period, there was a small episode. Yang Jian, king of Pingjun, went hunting with his friends and encountered a fierce tiger looking for food in winter. Fortunately, he was strong and strong, and he was protected by guards, so he saved the day.

He didn't dare to tell his father and queen mother for fear that they would be worried, but the news had already reached the emperor.

Knowing that he was safe and well, Yang Jing didn't tell Xiao Canghai about it, but just called Yang Jian to scold him, and told him not to be so careless when he went hunting in the future.Yang Jian was taught, so Yang Jing let him go.

Looking at the secret report sent by the black-clothed guard in his hand, Yang Jing pondered for a long time, then threw the booklet into the brazier at the corner of the hall and burned it to ashes.

Xia Qi silently handed the emperor a cup of hot tea.

"Xia Qi, do you think it's true that paper can't contain fire in this world?"

Xia Qi looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and said in a low voice: "The slave only knows one sentence, being kind is not as great as raising kindness."

Yang Jing smiled: "I also believe... that's all, some things will come sooner or later, since I have a clear conscience, why bother myself."

After the Lantern Festival, the court resumed its busy schedule.

Now Dasheng's territory is expanding day by day, and three years ago it even laid down the land in southern Xinjiang.Now Xiao Zicheng is working as the prefect in southern Xinjiang, rectifying education, and he is in charge of it alone.

Yang Jing admired Xiao Zicheng's humility and pragmatism in recent years.Southern Xinjiang was still an uncivilized land in the eyes of the court, but he had the courage to be the prefect, and he did a good job, worthy of being Xiao Canghai's younger brother.Yang Jing couldn't help thinking that if Xiao Canghai hadn't entered the palace back then, his achievements would have been higher than Xiao Zicheng's.

But there is no 'if' in this world.Xiao Canghai chose another path, and Yang Jing selfishly rejoiced.

Entering February, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, the earth is rejuvenating, and the palace is full of vitality.

Xiao Canghai vomited for more than two months, finally got through the most uncomfortable days, and began to tidy up the library with great interest.

At this time, his stomach was already swelling.Although it is only more than five months old, it looks like it is six or seven months old.

Xiao Canghai stood in the library with his waist propped up, watching the little eunuchs sort the books into categories and put them into corresponding bookcases one by one.Among them are many bamboo slips from the previous dynasty and ancient times, which are rare and precious.

After standing for a while, he felt his back ached and his stomach sank, so he supported the little eunuch's hand and sat down on the chair next to him.

Mo Xiang brought some snacks, put them on the square red sandalwood table next to him, and said, "Is Your Highness tired? This servant can rub your legs for you."

"No need. Let's talk about it later when we return to Fengyi Palace."

Mo Xiang couldn't help nagging: "Your Highness should also be careful. It's not a short distance to walk all the way from Fengyi Palace. Let the slaves arrange the jade carriage when you go back, don't get cramped."

Xiao Canghai walked all the way here as if taking a walk. After using the two sticks of incense, his back was a little sore now, and he didn't want to force himself when he went back, so he said, "Let's make arrangements. Let them clean up this floor, and we'll go back."

Mo Xiang immediately went down to make arrangements.

She couldn't understand how hard it was for the empress to take off the burden on her shoulders and raise her baby in the palace, but she insisted on begging such an energy-consuming job from the emperor.However, although the queen is tired these days, her eyes are sparkling and her face is always full of high spirits. Her spirit is not the same as before, just like when she accompanied the emperor to hunt in Qiuyuan every year.Whenever the queen rides a steed and runs with the emperor in the jungle hunting grounds, she has such a look on her face, which makes people forget and dazzle.

Mo Xiang doesn't have much culture, but she has a loyal heart.Since the queen is happy now, she is also happy.Just wait for the queen to give birth to the little prince smoothly, and the days to come will be happier.

Back at Fengyi Palace, Xiao Canghai sighed on the couch and said, "I'm really old, my waist and legs are not smooth."

Mo Xiang smiled and helped him beat his legs, and said: "Your Highness is pregnant with the little prince now, so I can't be tired anymore."

Xiao Canghai rubbed his stomach and said with a smile, "Do you think my birth is different from the last one?"

Mo Xiang said: "How does this servant understand this? If Your Highness thinks something is wrong, why don't you call Doctor Huang to have a look?"

Xiao Canghai smiled: "I just said that."

Yang Jing came in from the outside: "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Canghai motioned for Mo Xiang to help the emperor take off the cloak, he lay on the couch without moving, and said, "I always feel very tired to be pregnant with this child this time."

Yang Jing frowned, and went to sit beside him: "But what's wrong with you?"

"No. I just feel that this time my stomach is growing very fast and my waist is sore." Xiao Canghai helped his waist.

Yang Jing helped him beat his waist attentively, and said: "I also think that your belly is getting bigger this time, and you got up in three months. Don't make up too much, it's as hard as when you were born in Yuan'an."

Xiao Canghai suddenly jumped up and shouted in a low voice: "Leg! Leg! Leg cramps!"

"Which one?"

"Left leg!"

Yang Jing quickly moved his leg to his own, kneading it from bottom to top.

Xiao Canghai tilted his body awkwardly, frowned and gasped.

"Is it better?" Yang Jing was sweating profusely.

Only then did Xiao Canghai lay back down, hissed and said, "Okay."