The Regent always wants me to take maternity leave [Transmigration Book]

When Lian Yinlian opened his eyes again, what he saw was the big carved bed, the golden curtain was lowered, and the space was so dark that he could hardly see anything, it was the same as when he wore it yesterday, yet different.

He stared at the top of the bed in a daze for a moment, and finally remembered why he was lying here, and also remembered that he hadn't done his damn daily tasks.

Struggling to sit up from the bed, the sudden pain in the back of his head made him groan/groan, he raised his hand to touch it, and a small lump bulged on the back of his head.

Wronged to deformation.

Lian Yinlian rubbed his head while opening the curtain, was taken aback when he saw the candlelight leaking in, suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, he poked his head out hesitantly, his face turned green when his eyes fell on the night outside the window.

He actually slept all day? !

The daily tasks are gone, and it's going to be bad luck again next week.

Lian Yinlian was even more wronged and wanted to cry.

At this time, his stomach made a long "gu—" sound, reminding him that he hadn't had anything in his stomach for a long time, and he felt even more sad immediately.

Just when he was thinking about finding something to eat, he suddenly heard a "swipe" sound in the room, very light, like the sound of paper being flipped.

Who would turn the pages in his dormitory?

Lian Yinlian suddenly remembered the spy who died yesterday, and became vigilant, got out of the bed lightly, touched it without shoes on - bypassed the screen from the side closer to the exit, and ran if the situation was wrong.

But when the probe went out, Lian Yinlian was dumbfounded.

There are many memorials piled up on the wooden desk, and the candles should be placed far away to avoid burning. The warm candlelight can only shine on the slender hands that are writing.

The owner of the hand had half of his face covered in the darkness, but with his handsome silhouette, Lian Yinlian could easily recognize that it was Nie Linfeng.

His expression was not good-looking, his brows were tightly locked, his eyelids were half closed and his eyes were closed, which made his already ugly face even more gloomy, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a booklet from an official, but a letter of challenge from his enemy.

Lian Yinlian felt some inexplicable fear in his heart, took half a step back, and hid his whole body behind the screen.

Why is Nie Linfeng in his room, serving people?How could the two of them be left alone?Are you all scared away by this evil god?

Lian Yinlian's movements were not big, but to Nie Linfeng, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, it was quite a movement. The fact that he didn't make a sound didn't mean he couldn't hear him, but he just wanted to see what the Hunjun was up to.

But Hunjun didn't do anything, he just stood there, letting his stomach growl, so noisy that he couldn't help but look up.

A fluffy head protruded from the screen painted with landscapes, looking at him with timid and curious eyes like a kitten who just arrived in a strange place.It was clearly in a dark place, but those eyes were extremely bright, and the candlelight poured into it seemed to be rippling in the water, with a kind of vague tenderness.

Nie Linfeng thought, he should dig out Lian Yinlian's eyes so that he won't be deceived again.

He lowered his eyes and erased the flashing thought, as if he was reading the memorial seriously, but he was already a little absent-minded.

Even Yin Lian saw his movements, thought he was angry, and wondered for a while, after all, he just woke up and didn't do anything.

After thinking about it later, he was relieved, he was a faint king, a big villain, maybe in Nie Linfeng's eyes, he even breathed wrong.

What he had to consider now was not Nie Linfeng, but the pile of memorials. It was unrealistic for him to finish the approval tonight, but Shunzi didn't say that he couldn't ask someone for help, and Nie Linfeng was the best helper.

He had to appease Nie Linfeng and catch him as a coolie!

Thinking of this, Lian Yinlian took a few deep breaths to embolden himself, and then said: "Nie, Nie Linfeng, why are you here?"

Nie Linfeng didn't raise his eyes this time: "I heard that His Majesty was knocked unconscious, so I came here to care."

His voice was very light, as if he was saying that it was sunny and rainless today, but he was inexplicably threatening, and a chill hit Lian Yinlian's back in an instant.

Lian Yinlian swallowed her saliva: "Did you get knocked out by something?"

Nie Linfeng explained: "Repair Fengxian Hall." After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and saw that Lian Yinlian's face was in a daze. A corner of the Fengxian Hall collapsed, did you read the booklet handed over by the Ministry of Industry?"

Lian Yinlian choked, rolled the word "I don't know" on the tip of his tongue a few times, and finally swallowed it back, lowered his head and walked to the table with small steps, with an excellent attitude of admitting his mistake.

"I'll watch it now." Lian Yinlian couldn't help raising his eyes as he spoke. Seen from this angle, half of Nie Linfeng's face was wrapped in candlelight, and the side of his face was covered with a layer of furry light, and his whole person suddenly seemed much softer. .

This kind of softness made Lian Yinlian more courageous, he poked his head over and took a look.The booklet that Nie Linfeng was reading was not long, it had traditional characters but no rare characters, but it was half white, and it was a bit difficult for modern people to read.

He glanced roughly, and couldn't help but follow along: "...the harvest of wheat and beans in the neighboring provinces this spring is very good. Last year was a little short, so the price of rice has not been very flat..."

He was a little out of breath halfway through the reading, and he paused before continuing, which made Nie Linfeng frown uncontrollably.

"What a mess."

Lian Yinlian said innocently: "Then he doesn't add punctuation marks..." He said for a while, he couldn't remember whether ancient people had punctuation marks, so he stopped talking and said, "Do you need help?"

Nie Linfeng let out a smirk when he heard the words, but didn't speak.

Lian Yinlian's face fell instantly, he snatched the pen from Nie Linfeng's hand, and said angrily, "This is my job, I just do it as I like."

As he spoke, he looked around, found a stool, dragged it over and sat down at the table, took Nie Linfeng's brochure and began to read it.

This booklet is very long, there are no broken sentences in the first place, and the handwriting relationship is difficult to read. I often realize that I have made a mistake in the middle of reading, and I have to go back and read it again. It takes a while to see what I just said. where to see.

At this time, Nie Linfeng, who was sitting next to him, suddenly said, "This spring, the harvest of wheat beans is very good. It's because the price of rice has not been very stable because of the shortage last year."

Lian Yinlian paused, and couldn't help raising his eyes to look at him: "You remember?"

Nie Linfeng frowned: "I just saw it and can't remember it?"

His tone seemed to be a matter of course to be able to remember, on the contrary, Lian Yinlian who couldn't remember was like an idiot, and he wronged Lian Yinlian again, but Nie Linfeng did have that confidence.After reading the entire article, Lian Yinlian roughly understood that this was reporting the local harvest and grain prices, but he was at a loss as to what it was useful for and how to reply.

Lian Yinlian was still defeated, and asked humbly: "How should I return?"

This time Nie Linfeng didn't smile again, but got up and took the pen in his hand, holding the dark pen holder in his fair and slender hand, and wrote the reply with cinnabar.

There were three big red characters "Got it" scrawled on the white paper, which made Lian Yinlian couldn't help laughing, isn't it...too casual?

"What are you laughing at?" Nie Linfeng suppressed his voice and tilted his head slightly. From this angle, he could see Lian Yinlian's trembling eyelashes, which were long and dense, like the wings of a butterfly. They fanned away the candlelight, leaving only a A small shadow hid in those bright eyes.

It seemed that he hadn't seen Hunjun smile like this for a long time.

In Nie Linfeng's impression, Hunjun was considered smart before, but since he became the throne, his temperament has become increasingly perverse. Most of the time he looked at him with disgust, and even with a strong malice. Even if he smiled, it was definitely not something to make people Comfortable smile.After a long time, he got used to it, and looking at him now, it feels like a lifetime away.

Lian Yinlian replied: "You can laugh as you like, you just answer three words when people write so many."

As he spoke, he turned his head subconsciously, and his eyes met Nie Linfeng's eyes looking at him. Nie Linfeng half bent over, and a very cold scent directly hit his face.

It wasn't the coldness of Gao Lingzhixue, but an extreme and sharp taste like a blood-stained sword blade, with hostility, as if what was in front of him was not a person, but something unkind.

For a moment, Lian Yinlian felt that his sense of smell was going to be frozen, his nose was sore and numb, as if he was about to cry.

When this thought flashed by, he felt it was funny again, and also a little embarrassed, he quickly stood up and opened the distance between the two of them, his movements were so fast that he looked a little flustered.

Nie Linfeng didn't say anything the whole time, but just looked at him with half-closed eyes, his expression was unclear, and even Yin Lian was a little anxious, as if he was discovered as a time traveler, his eyes drifted without landing, and finally fell to on the ground.

"I'll pour you a glass of water." Lian Yinlian turned around and escaped from Nie Linfeng's sight as he spoke, and poured a cup of tea very slowly. He breathed a sigh of relief, took the water and put it on the table, "Drink it."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand, and before he had time to get used to it, the wide sleeves were spread casually on the table. With his movement, the pen that was originally placed on the table fell off, and fell to the ground with a "da" sound and then " Gululu" rolled under the table.

Lian Yinlian felt a little helpless, he squatted down to pick it up, and when he got up, he didn't grasp the position properly, and his head hit the table directly, and the place where the bag was originally was injured twice, and he was so painful that tears came out.Before he had time to complain about his bad luck, he heard Nie Linfeng standing up, followed by a chill on his back.

Speaking of which, he seems to have poured tea just now?

Lian Yinlian's face turned pale, and he quickly poked his head out for a look, and saw that the cup that was just on the table had been poured, and some of the tea had been spilled on the bookcase, he secretly called "no", and quickly reached out to sweep a few cups. Next, I wanted to sweep away the water, but I didn't want to just sweep away the ink on it.

I can't ask for this booklet, Lian Yinlian thought.

Concerned, he turned to Nie Linfeng who stood up, and wanted to apologize, but the big man's face turned dark.

Only then did Lian Yinlian realize that part of the tea had been splashed on Nie Linfeng just now. Although he stood up immediately, his clothes were inevitably damaged. Lin Feng's body once again hurt Chi Yu.

Thinking about his ending in the book, even Yin Lian broke out in a cold sweat, and patted his clothes to cover up. Although Nie Linfeng's clothes were dark in color, the light-colored embroidery thread on it had already suffered, and was even When Yin Lian touched his ink-stained hands, they became even dirtier.

Nie Linfeng saw his temples throbbing, the more he helped, the more he helped!

He stretched out his hand to grab Lian Yinlian's hand, he was so angry that he couldn't grasp the strength for a while, and squeezed Lian Yinlian directly to call out: "It hurts!"

His sound alarmed the guards and eunuchs guarding the door. A group of people rushed to open the door like a tide, but they were stunned again at the door.

The emperor squatted halfway in front of the regent with tears in his eyes, one hand was placed under him, and the other hand was still held by the regent. How could this posture be wrong?

The author has something to say:

Lian Yinlian: What's wrong with this posture?

Nie Linfeng: Do you want to try?

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This spring, the harvest of wheat and soybeans is very good, but it was a little short last year, so the price of rice has not been very flat. ——The notebook handed by Zhu Shi in the Qing Dynasty was typed against the picture. There is no punctuation, so I am punctuating the sentences myself. I don’t know if there are any mistakes.

By the way, there was punctuation in ancient times but it was not standardized, and the one I referred to did not.