Enemy proton must be pregnant with the cub of the regent

When Pei Jun got up in the morning, Xie Yan fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up. He touched the young man's body, it was a little damp, but it was no longer hot.

Ning Xi came in to serve with the crown in his court clothes, and saw that the regent was getting off the bed lightly, and put the disturbed quilt under Pinganhou's shoulders again.He also quietly stepped forward to wait for the regent to wash and wash, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness...will you also bring Marquis Pingan into the palace together?"

Pei Jun squinted at him, and said with a sneer, "What are you taking him for, noisy."

That's what I said, but before leaving, I still lingered in front of the door for a long time, looking back frequently into the curtain of the bed, as if hesitating: "Let him stay at home, won't there be troubles for Gu again? Gu won't see you again When he was there, he hugged a child and said that he had given birth, right?"

He had conceived a child by himself last time, so there was no guarantee that he couldn't give birth to the child suddenly.

When Pei Jun came home again, the child chewed his fingers and called him "Daddy" and told him to come in for a drink.

It's not unusual for Xie Yan to do anything.

"..." Ning Xi snickered, seeing that the regent was seriously concerned about this matter, he immediately cleared his cough, and with a thoughtful look, frowned, "According to what I know, a person should be pregnant for at least ten years." moon."

"Yes, the baby that should be born in ten months can't be born in ten days..." Pei Jun felt relieved, deeply convinced, "It makes sense."

Only then did he go out to court.

The spring hunting is just around the corner, and the palace in the Luming paddock is almost ready, just waiting for the imperial army to march in.

But there are still many matters that need to be discussed in the end, because it is related to the emperor's travel, which is not trivial. Such official affairs are all confidential, and they are not allowed to be taken out of the palace privately, and the regent has to enter the palace to handle them.

Furthermore, the Shangsi Sacrifice will be held in a few days. According to the ancient system, the king should bathe and burn incense, practice with great concentration in the Shuangyao Palace for three days, copy scriptures, and purify his body and mind until the Yu Sacrifice begins.

Because of his young age, the little emperor didn't know if he was really stupid, or if he was hiding his strength and bide his time... A set of sacrificial rules and a thousand-character sacrificial text were memorized for two years without memorizing them.

Two days ago, the supervisor of the Qin Tianjian was going to test him, and the little emperor made several mistakes, and he stuttered in the memorization. Crying and begging His Majesty to work harder.

But the heads of the eunuchs who served the book were almost smashed, and the effect was still negligible. The supervisor shook his head and sighed again and again.

The ministers knew well that this year, the regent would probably take the place of the emperor to pray to heaven, so the regent had to go to the Shuangyao Palace for retreat.

In this way, after entering the palace this time, Pei Jun might not be able to return to the palace until the day when the spring hunt departs.

But the three-day quiet bath in the Shuangyao Palace is the part that Pei Jun hates the most every year.

The Shuangyao Palace is actually a royal Taoist temple. The Dayu Dynasty spends millions of dollars to support them every year. They are really money-eating monsters.

Pei Jun wanted to abolish the Shuangyao Palace more than once, but failed to reach an agreement.The royal family has always respected the Shuangyao Palace very much. They often invite the palace people to do things and worship the sky and the earth.

——Seeking for money, marriage, peace, and children... It seems that the Shuangyao Palace can ask for everything, and it has a hundred spirits.

Therefore, even if Pei Jun's power is overwhelming, he cannot easily move it and arouse the anger of the people.

At the end of the day, Pei Jun negotiated the last details of the spring hunt with the Ministry of Rites, and when he counted the days, he frowned.

He immediately sent Ji Shuxian to the main palace gate to feint a shot, while he himself went to the side gate.There are four gates in the east, west, north, south, and north of the palace city. Pei Jun chose a direction at random, but as soon as he stepped out, he found that the chariot from Shuangyao Palace was already waiting outside the gate.

More than [-] Daoist disciples of Shuangyao Palace were wearing Taoist robes, with their hands folded up, standing beside the chariot in two lines, as if they had expected him to come out through this gate.

Pei Jun: "..."

Shuangyao Palace's bull nose is really difficult to deal with, and the master of this generation's name is Ziyuan, and the layman's surname is Shen, which is even more difficult.Sometimes Pei Jun couldn't help suspecting that Shen Ziyuan was not a false name, but really capable of pinching and counting.For example, at this time, he can be accurately blocked from many palace gates.

The little Taoist priest in front of the chariot is a disciple of Shen Ziyuan, who is holding a gold-threaded and silver-embroidered Taoist banner with the words "Zhaixin respects the Tao". He doesn't care about the sight of the regent who is about to kill people, and smiles: "Master has prepared the incense sandalwood." Chess tea, waiting for His Highness——His Highness is invited to get on the chariot."

He said "respect", but in fact he was "urging".

Until he got on the chariot and walked into the Shuangyao Palace, which was gorgeous on the outside but cold on the inside, and saw Shen Ziyuan alone, with a chess piece, a pen, a piece of paper, and an incense burner, reciting boring scriptures in a fairy-like manner.

The copying hall of Shuangyao Palace is burning faint sandalwood, all of which are the finest old sandalwood bought with money from the treasury, but they still cannot conceal the faint smell of decay from the huge number of classics.

Pei Jun began to regret in a trance.

I should have known... Xie Yan should be tied around his waist when he went out that morning, so that at least the next three days would not be boring.

The regent, who has the power to control life, death, and seizing outside, is now detained in the quiet scripture copying hall, wearing Taoist robes, and forced to copy the scriptures over and over again, with the pen running away and the ink rustling on the paper.

There are still two days left for the Shangsi Festival, when the capital will be decorated with lanterns and lanterns. By now, the juggling troupe should have already rented a place and started to build the stage.There are also magic tricks that are rare in the Central Plains, and small gold and silver beasts that are specially used to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings in Shangsi.

If other people have it, Tiantian doesn't, he doesn't...he's definitely going to make a fuss.

Thinking of this, Pei Jun's writing became a little more serious.

Not far away, Shen Ziyuan was sitting on a futon, despite the wind and rain, I stood still.

Until Pei Jun broke the third pen with force.

Shen Ziyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said: "Your Highness is so impetuous, this scripture has no sincerity. Even if Your Highness copied it hundreds of times, it would not be countable if I folded all the pens and inks in my Shuangyao Palace."

He was not very old, and he hadn't reached the crown when he was appointed as the new temple master. Now that he has been more than ten years old, his demeanor is more and more elegant, as if coming slowly in the breeze.White clothes and purple clothes, wearing a Qing hibiscus crown, have a more refined feeling.

Shen Ziyuan calmly turned over a page of classics: "Your Highness has copied scriptures here for many years, so you should be used to it...but what's on your mind?"

Pei Jun changed his pen, sat half-stretched, and said coldly: "Gu's biggest concern is to tear down your palace as soon as possible."

Shen Ziyuan chuckled, glanced at the bookshelf behind him, climbed up to take a scripture book, and handed it to Pei Jun: "Since Your Highness thinks the "Taishang Sanyuan Blessing Sutra" is boring, why not copy this book. If Your Highness can Pure self-nature, I can be regarded as His Royal Highness sincerely, and I will not make things difficult for you."

Pei Jun took a look and frowned: "... Buddhist scriptures?"

"Yeah." Shen Ziyuan flipped a page casually, and said casually, "Although my 'Sutra Copying Hall' is called a place of practice, it is actually a collection of books. There are all kinds of classics from the three religions. There used to be a person who loved reading. He really likes to come to my place, and when he is depressed, he can sit here and copy Buddhist scriptures to calm his mind... This is one of the books he copied."

Pei Jun opened it and read a few pages, which were more boring than the Taoist scriptures.

I don't even know why he suddenly talked about other people's affairs.

If someone else copied it, should he copy it too?

Shen Ziyuan was full of leisure, took a sip of tea lightly, and then raised his hand to point him in the direction: "The seat you are sitting now is using the Xuanxiang ink that His Highness has at hand. I think he has good understanding and spirituality." Gao, at that time he wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he said that the world of mortals was not broken and he had a lot of concerns, so he rejected me cruelly."

"Later, he didn't come back for a long time. I didn't give up on missing such a good seedling, so I sent someone to inquire, only to learn that he fell into the water and was seriously ill, and his sanity was injured—it's a pity."

Pei Jun shook his hand, and the tip of the pen drew a long line on the paper.

He was stunned for a moment before reacting.

This "he"...

Shen Ziyuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, half-closed his eyes: "It's the one who tempted you to distract your mind frequently and wander off into the sky."

Pei Jun said coldly, "...there is no such person."

He didn't want to continue the topic, so he pretended he didn't hear it, and hurriedly copied two lines.

"Your Highness is here to rest quietly, but to pray for the country." Shen Ziyuan took another scripture lazily, "But I have a friend in Pindao, and he has encountered such things. I gave him a an idea..."

He slowly opened and closed his lips: "To relieve the sorrow of lovesickness."

"..." Pei Jun's hands stopped completely, and a large drop of ink fell on the paper.

What is the sorrow of lovesickness, where does the lovesickness come from, where does the sorrow come from? !

Shen Ziyuan said: "You need to know that Xiaobie is better than a newlywed. Although you can't meet each other, you can communicate with each other. With some carefully selected small things, that person will be naturally happy. Not only will there be no resentment, but the two will become more and more affectionate."

Pei Jun pondered for a moment: "Is this really the case?"

Shen Ziyuan just smiled and said nothing.

He slowly closed the scriptures in his hand, like a devil piercing people's hearts, or a monster eating people's memories on the road of Wangchuan, staring at the slightly changed face of the regent, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Now, Your Highness—can you copy the book quietly?"

Pei Jun suddenly came back to his senses: "..."

——Gou Dao Shen Ziyuan, it is really not suitable to stay for a long time!

Regent House.

Xie Yan was sitting on the swing swinging, with a few hens running beside him, and the new satin cut by Aquarius was measuring the width of his shoulders.

Normally, when the Prince Regent leaves the government for official duties, sometimes he gets busy and stays in the palace for many days. Xie Yan has nothing to do, he just stays in the house listlessly.

But these two days were different, he hugged the rabbit pillow and looked at the courtyard door with radiance.

"——Little Marquis!"

Hearing this sound, Xie Yan immediately cheered up, jumped off the swing, and trotted up to meet him: "Mine, mine!"

The person he greeted was Xiaoshi, who was majestic but like a boulder. He was originally a close friend of the regent, but after Duan Qingshi's incident, he was sent to Xie Yan's side the next day, just to beware The same danger occurs.

Originally, it was enough to hide in the dark for protection, but since yesterday, Xiaoshi suddenly has another task.

——Every hour, go back and forth to Shuangyao Palace and bring back a gift.

When he went there, he clearly saw that a pile of brocade boxes of different sizes and shapes had been prepared beside the Prince Regent.And obviously, he could bring them all back in one go, but the regent is only willing to hand them over to him.

Monk Erzhang Xiaoshi couldn't figure it out, but he could only follow the order, but it was just a few extra trips.

... At this moment, the brocade box he brought back was only the size of a palm.

Xie Yan impatiently stretched out his prepared hands, and took the brocade box from Xiaoshi.He sat back on the swing, opened the box carefully, and only after he saw the contents clearly, his brows and eyes were quickly bent, and a radiant light filled his eyes.

Right now is the unitary hour.

The yellow chicken urges the dawn, and the day urges the new year.The red chicken is picked by China, and the mustard feathers are like sharp edges.

In the brocade box is a little golden rooster that can be worn as a necklace.

Xiao Shi saw that he had already inserted at least three hairpins on his head. If he remembered correctly, these were the items from the brocade box a few times ago, but he had inserted them all in his hair.At this moment, Xiaoshi watched helplessly as he took out the golden rooster necklace and happily hung it around his neck.

Aquarius put down his work and helped him put on the chain buckle.

Xiaoshi scratched his hair, recalled His Highness's other order, and asked Xie Yan blankly: "Well, Your Highness asked... No, Your Highness didn't ask, I wanted to ask it myself! The young master didn't want to bring it back to His Highness." Something? A letter... something?"

Xie Yan murmured: "A letter...?"

Shuangyao Palace, Sutra Copying Hall.

Pei Jun broke another piece of paper, estimated the time, Xiaoshi had left Shuangyao Palace for more than half an hour, so it should have been delivered.

He sent out more than a dozen gifts, but Xie Yan didn't even say a word back to him.

Even if Xie Yan doesn't know many big characters now and can't write any letters, don't he even have a word of thanks?

He picked up the next brocade box, and put it down again in annoyance.

Just as he was about to send someone back to ask questions, suddenly there was a beeping sound outside the door of the scripture copying hall, and Xiaoshi came back panting heavily. A piece was torn off at the edge, and ink stains could be seen soaking through the paper from a long distance, like graffiti.

Pei Jun took this small piece of paper that was not serious.

He thought to himself, in such a mess, he might just throw a few ink dots at random and send it.

Pei Jun opened his eyes without any hope, his eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up.

——The paper is indeed like a child's graffiti, a three-cornered hut is drawn, and two little people like firewood sticks are holding hands in the room. The little people's spherical heads are painted with bean-sized eyes and curved eyes. Curved smiley face.

He seemed to want to draw something in the blank space, but he was unable to do so because of his limited ability, leaving only a few finger marks stained with ink.

Pei Jun could even imagine him lying on the table, biting the pen holder, tilting his head to trace the picture.

Pei Jun has seen a lot of fine brushwork flowers and birds, line drawings of beauties, and he has also seen the blue and green landscapes of the young Xie Yan who are praised by others.At this moment, he didn't feel that the picture of the figure holding hands in his hand was inferior to those.

He silently suppressed the painting: "It's a bit of a conscience."

When Shen Ziyuan came back, Xiaoshi had already left with the next gift.Pushing open the door of the palace, seeing the regent sitting beside the desk calmly, copying the scriptures with rare patience, he was not used to it for a while.

Just as he was wondering what caused him to change, he suddenly heard Pei Jun say: "Shen Ziyuan, haven't you been playing for Gu all the time, saying that you want to rebuild the main hall and paint the statue of Sanqing?"

Zi Yuan was taken aback, he wrote this book every year, and Pei Jun scolded him every year.The repair of the Sanqing Palace is a small matter, it's not that he doesn't have money, but he just stepped in to repair it himself, which has a completely different meaning from the royal family's repair.

In addition to Shen Ziyuan's practice, he still needs to consider the clothing and food of the disciples in the sect. Shuangyao Palace needs such vanity to maintain its reputation for a hundred years.

Immediately, Shen Ziyuan heard the deep meaning, he was conditional: "What do you want, Your Highness?"

"I only want your golden ebony picture frame, which is said to be immortal for a thousand years."

Pei Jun said, "It's said that Shuangyao Palace is effective, so you can get what you ask for. Gu also wants to ask Palace Master Shen to open the altar and do it once, just beg...the spring hunting will be sunny or rainy for a few days - as long as this is effective, rebuild Sanqing Regarding the affairs of the palace, just turn back and wait for the lonely order of the palace master."

Shen Ziyuan thought for a few seconds, although the matter of seeking a sunny day is not accurate, and it is prone to variables.

But he really didn't expect that the conditions offered by the regent were so simple.

He also thought that for the survival plan of Shuangyao Palace for a hundred years, he would have to be skinned by Pei Jun.

At this time, Shen Ziyuan accidentally caught a glimpse of his hands, and what he carefully folded should be the "painting" that he intends to frame with golden ebony.

My heart skipped a beat.

If so, it can really be called a "painting".

Shen Ziyuan felt sorry for his golden ebony, although it was not as good as the Sanqing Palace, it was still a precious thing, and he wanted to commit himself to such a children's painting.But now that I have seen it, I have to boast a few more words: "...Good painting, Your Highness really has a unique eye."

Pei Jun clearly knew that he was flattering him, so he couldn't help saying "Oh", and provocatively said: "Then according to Palace Master Shen, what is so good about this painting?"

Shen Ziyuan frowned and thought about it for a while, then bit the bullet and said: "It's good, good thing...it has an original ecological style, which is eye-catching and unforgettable."

Pei Jun laughed, and then turned into a big laugh.

"Since the painting is good, ask someone to copy it and give it to the Palace Master to watch it every day."

Shen Ziyuan's bones fluttered, only choking: "...Thank Your Highness for the painting."

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The author has something to say:

Yanyan: What are you laughing at? Do you dislike my "Stick Figures Holding Hands"?

Pei Pei: I will give him a gift every hour, so that he will think of me every hour!I'm such a smart little ghost.