marry a tyrant

It is very rare for Ren Pingsheng to sleep until he wakes up naturally. In a year, only during the Chinese New Year, he can lie in bed with Wan Mohong who has become the emperor.

When he opened his eyes, Ren Pingsheng lay on the bed for a while, and then he turned sideways to look at Wan Mohong who was sleeping inside.

Wan Mohong's sleeping position has always been lying flat and upright. During the busiest time at the end of the year, Wan Mohong slept less than three hours a day. Now that he had the opportunity to make up for sleep, he slept very deeply.

Ren Pingsheng propped his head up, these days Wan Mohong haggarded a lot, the black and blue under his eyes were especially obvious on his fair face.

Although becoming an emperor step by step, being an emperor is really not a good job. The two of them now hope that their ten-year-old son will soon become an adult and leave this whole thing to him.

Stretching out his hand, Ren Pingsheng touched the fine lines at the corners of Wan Mohong's eyes. Even though he still looks young and handsome, age is not forgiving.

Nothing happened, Ren Pingsheng hugged Wan Mohong and fell asleep again, woke up again, Wan Mohong woke up too.

They kissed habitually, and when the two of them in their 30s were full of energy, the kiss became hot.

Ren Pingsheng knew Wan Mohong too well, and he quickly made Wan Mohong sing softly comfortably. After the two had a quarrel, it was already noon.

They have a bunch of eunuchs and maids serving them now, but Ren Pingsheng doesn't like to have his private space disturbed, so he will take care of Wan Mohong himself after the work is done.

Wan Mohong lazily yawned and leaned on Ren Pingsheng's shoulder and said, "On the first day of the new year, my general who protects the country is so impatient to conquer me?"

Ren Pingsheng pulled up his inner coat to cover his masterpiece and said: "The relationship between the minister and the emperor is not our relationship."

Wan Mohong smiled: "Brother Ren is really boring."

"Shut up your emperor's temper, my son urged us to eat dumplings with him." Ren Pingsheng said.

After the two packed up, the maids came in one after another. The whole palace was hung with red lanterns, window grilles were pasted on the windows, and couplets were pasted on the front of each house.

The couplet in front of Ren Pingsheng and Wan Mohong's bedroom was written by Ren Pingsheng. Yesterday Wan Mohong was busy dealing with the last few major events of the previous year, and Ren Pingsheng wrote the couplet and set off firecrackers with his son.

On the carriage to the prince's palace, Wan Mohong rubbed his waist from time to time, making it uncomfortable no matter how he sat.

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Still uncomfortable?"

Wan Mohong glared at him and said, "Who told you not to control yourself?"

Ren Pingsheng held his hand: "Who made you so attractive."

"I'm an old couple, don't say such things." Wan Mo's face became hot.

Ren Pingsheng: "Since you became the emperor, you have really engraved the word dignified in your heart. My emperor's husband is almost becoming a monk."

Wan Mohong smiled, leaned on his shoulder and said, "You are also considerate of my waist, the crown prince is going to have a snowball fight, how can I play?"

"Okay, but you have to make it up to me these few days." Ren Pingsheng said, and Wan Mohong nodded with a blushing face.

On the other side, Wan Moyan and Chu Xiu are still tired. They don't have too many restraints, but Wan Moyan is still rational. He pushed Chu Xiu away and said, "What time is it? We have to go to see my concubine mother."

"It's said that you go back to your mother's house in the second day of junior high school, and my wife will leave on the first day of junior high school, but my husband treats you badly?" Chu Xiu said with a smirk.

Wan Moyan threw away the dirty handkerchief and said, "Madam? I remember that your other identity is this king's concubine."

Chu Xiu got up from the bed, clasped his waist and asked, "My lord is right, this concubine is here to help you change clothes."

After talking about where to put on clothes, she took off what Wan Moyan had just put on.

"Chuxiu!" Wan Moyan protested, but his protest was ineffective, the sound of firecrackers outside continued one after another, Wan Moyan looked at the top of the bed and thought, his mother and concubine must be talking about him again.

The Shangshu Mansion, which is only one street away from them, is much more serious. At this time, they have already had lunch. In the morning, their Wang family will prepare to worship their ancestors before dawn. They are not allowed to eat during the ancestor worship. Just screaming with hunger.

But except for Wang Suicheng, the rest of the Wang family never waited to see him. Every time this kind of family had to sit together for dinner, Ye Zhufeng was the most uncomfortable time.

Wang Suicheng shook his hand, and Ye Zhufeng smiled slightly at him, signaling that he was fine.

The two have been together for almost ten years. Wang Suicheng has long since left the appearance of the prince of the Wang family, and has become mature and graceful. Many girls from princely and high-ranking officials want to marry him, but Wang Suicheng has his own "wife". Even if Ye Zhufeng is a man, he is also the other half of Wang Suicheng who has worshiped the world.

At the dining table of the Wang family, there is a special emphasis on eating without talking, and it is the New Year's Eve. A large family of dozens of people sits quietly in the hall to eat.

Ye Zhufeng, who was used to freedom, was not used to it a few years ago, but fortunately, there were not many such times. The Wang family was one, and Wang Suicheng had never separated, but even if there were many rules, he was comfortable in his own yard.

Especially Ye Zhufeng is a man, which saves a lot of unnecessary dealings.

After dinner, Wang Suicheng took Ye Zhufeng's hand back to the yard.

"Are you full? I'll ask someone to prepare some more." Wang Suicheng asked with concern.

Ye Zhufeng smiled, and then jumped onto Wang Suicheng's back. Wang Suicheng carried him forward and walked forward. The servants in the yard were already familiar with it.

"I'm full. Your second uncle hired a chef from Yipinlou. Why can't you be full?" After speaking, he leaned on the back of Wang Suicheng's head.

"I remember that you used to eat at home, and you had to eat twice when you came back." Wang Suicheng entered the room and put him down.

"I was uncomfortable before, but now it doesn't matter. Anyway, no one can do anything to us? What's more, how many people in your family don't come to me because of headaches." Ye Zhufeng said proudly.

Wang Suicheng smiled warmly, held his face and said seriously: "You are the most powerful, my miracle doctor."

Ye Zhufeng blushed and closed his eyes, Wang Suicheng lowered his head and kissed him, his kiss was very gentle, and the person was also gentle, Ye Zhufeng fell into this tenderness at the beginning, and it is the same now, but their Chinese New Year is not like the other two , can be more comfortable.

After the kiss, they still had to face many visitors who came to pay New Year's greetings, including Wang Suicheng's colleagues, and people who were rescued by Ye Zhufeng. The big celebrities are busy people. when.

Different from the bustle of other people, a man in a black robe came to the imperial tomb on the outskirts of the capital. The tomb guards were not surprised to see him, but left quietly one by one.

Li Dui took off his hat, holding a painting and a jug of wine in his hands.

"It's another new year, and I don't know if Lord Yama has reincarnated you." After speaking, Li Dui opened the jug and took a sip by himself, and then spilled the rest of the wine in front of the huge stone tablet.

There are many prefixes engraved on the stone tablet, no matter how many prefixes there are, he is also a faint king, with infamy in front of him and behind him.

After Li Dui poured the wine, he opened the painting and lit it. The painting was on him. Wan Mosi painted it before his death. After his death, Li Dui asked Wan Mohong for all the paintings. , Burning one piece every year can't be finished.

But Li Dui didn't want Wan Mosi to be lonely, and he didn't want him to forget himself. There are some things that he, a small person, can't change, but Wan Mosi's affection is enough for Li Dui to remember him for a lifetime.

When the portraits were turned into ashes, Li Dui stared at the stele for a while and said, "Let's go, see you next year."

After saying that, he left without hesitation. A gust of wind blew from the imperial mausoleum, and the ashes floated all over the sky like snow, and then fell silently.