After being reborn, she was pregnant with the cub of the late emperor

Mid-autumn Festival◇

happy birthday sire

Yan Yunshen walked over slowly, and after saluting, he asked, "Your Majesty, have you finished reading that collection of poems?"

Song Yun had already returned the book of poems to Taifu after reading it.But the topic was too jumpy, Song Yun was stunned, and nodded: "Naturally, I will return it to the Taifu after reading it. He Meizi's poems have a variety of styles, and there are many good sentences. Among them, the Taifu's side notes are the finishing touch. "

Yan Yun looked up at the bright moon in the sky and laughed softly.This was the first time Song Yun heard him laugh, and at the same time, there was a faint smell of alcohol.

Tai Fu is drunk?

Song Yun took a step back without showing any signs.

"Has the Empress Dowager ever entered an academy, who taught her?" Yan Yunshen seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, standing unsteadily, leaning against the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The night wind blows, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls all over her body.Full of fragrance, full of silence.

Hearing what he said, Song Yun was subconsciously worried that he had been exposed for the exam.After thinking about it, Tai Tuo is an upright person, if he has doubts, he will ask questions directly, and will not make detours.

Song Yun replied: "No, I always read some idle books at home."

"Idle books... yes, if you don't want to make progress, of course you read idle books." Yan Yunshen supported the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and laughed in a low voice, almost muttering to himself. Song Yun listened intently and was surprised to hear The Taifu was reciting the poems he had put in the book earlier.

"Pear Blossom Banquet, Xirui Zangshuang appeared in the third watch... Shuang... Ting Shuang..." The Tai Tuo stretched out his hand to Song Yun with hazy eyes.

Song Yun was nervous and kept backing away, "Teacher, you are drunk!"

"Drunk? How could I be drunk!" Yan Yunshen's voice was hoarse, and he punched the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, causing the sweet-scented osmanthus to fall down.

This punch seemed to have exhausted all his strength, Yan Yunshen relaxed, his normally straight back collapsed, and he slid down slowly, sitting on the ground with his back against the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, "I won't get drunk, let alone Wrong, you blamed me...what did I do wrong..."

The Tai Tuo, the head of the literati in the Yan Kingdom, is actually incoherent. How much wine did he drink?Seeing that he was really drunk, Song Yun raised his voice to call the guards at the moon gate to help the grand master go back.

Looking at the shaky back of the Taifu being carried away, Song Yun let out a long sigh of relief: "That poem has such a great power... Why did I forget to take it out when I returned the book..."

Qi Yin jumped out of Song Yun's arms, jumped onto the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, stared at Song Yun intently, and said after a long time: "That word should not have been written by my mother-in-law."

Song Yun bowed her head, "I don't know who wrote that poem. There is only one collection of poems in my study that is not signed, and there is only half of it left, and the content behind it has been torn out..."

"Can you still find that book now?"

"It should still be in the study, no one at home will mess with my things—" Song Yun looked up and found Qi Yin's eyes were shining, and his heart sank instantly, "You want to find someone who wrote lyrics to control the Taifu? "

Qi Yin's eyes were piercing and he didn't deny it.

When the night wind blew, Song Yun felt chills from his back to his heart.

Qi Yin seemed to be always in rational calculations, seeing Yan Yunshen lost his composure, he was neither surprised nor curious, the first thing he thought of was actually the weakness that could catch useful people.

But this weakness may be the birth mother that Song Yun has been thinking about for 18 years.

Does Song Yun want to use even the person whom Song Yun cherishes the most?

Song Yun has always thought that when the world is stable and her background is known, she will retreat with her family and stay away from the vortex of power.

But will Qi Yin let go?

Song Yun is a useful pawn to him.

The Song family are all pawns in his hands, so of course he must make the best use of them.

After using it, what should the pawns who know many secrets do?Song Yun didn't dare to think about it, didn't want to think about it, it was useless to think about it, the decision was in Qi Yin's hands.And what Qi Yin cares about is only profit.

Song Yun opened his lips, and it took him a long time to make a sound: "According to the existing clues, the person who wrote the lyrics is probably my biological mother. Your Majesty, in your eyes, as long as our family is alive, we will work for you After death, isn't it?"

Song Yun's voice choked with the night wind pouring into his throat.

Stared at by eyes full of disappointment, Qi Yin's heart suddenly thumped, and he said: "Zhen...that's not what I mean."

There is no more explanation, because what Song Yun said is the truth, and Qi Yin is irrefutable.

Song Yun smiled self-deprecatingly: "Your Majesty doesn't need to explain. As a subject of the Great Yan, it is only natural to be loyal to the emperor and love the country. I should charge forward for Your Majesty, and I will not hesitate to die." After speaking, Song Yun turned and walked towards the Moon Gate.

"Yun Yun!"

Song Yun didn't look back.

"I do have a lot of calculations in my heart, but I will never hurt you!"

Telling too much truth and lies becomes meaningless nonsense.Song Yun kept walking and stepped onto the steps of the Moon Gate.

After a period of silence, Qi Yin shouted behind his back: "Brother Seventh Emperor was killed by me, so I pass the throne to Qi Chou!"

The bamboo leaves beside the moon gate rustled in the wind, the moonlight was silent, Song Yun stopped and turned around.

Qi Yin's eyes were bright, he didn't know if it was moonlight or something else.

He understood what Song Yun was annoyed about, so he was honest.

Qi Yin's Seventh Brother, the father of the former King Cheng and Qi Chou, died at his hands, brother to brother.

"Father gave Brother Seventh Emperor poisoned wine, and left me alone to watch him die." Qi Yin curled himself up into a ball, "The poisoned wine will not kill people immediately, the poisoned person will only die slowly. Consciousness and then die. Compared with other emperor brothers, this is a very comfortable way of death. I thought at the time, if only I could die like this."

Song Yun closed her eyes, sighed inaudibly, and walked slowly towards Qi Yin.The sweet-scented osmanthus fell and sprinkled on the yellow raccoon, and it was full after brushing.

Qi Yin rubbed his head against Song Yun's wrist, "I feel tired of living, but I am also afraid of death. At that time, my father left a dagger. If Brother Seventh Emperor could kill me with it, he would be the one who took the antidote and the throne." and vice versa. Yunyun, guess what, how did I choose?"

Qi Yin was smiling, but the smile made Song Yun's heart twist like a pain.

Song Yun stretched out his hand to hold him in his arms, "It's windy at night, let's go back."

Qi Yin shook his head, "If you don't say these words tonight, you may never have the chance to say them again in your life. I want to tell the truth."

Song Yun hugged the cat and sat on the steps of the Moon Gate, quietly listening to Qi Yin's story.

"Brother Qihuang grabbed my neck, I couldn't breathe, I saw the light of survival in his eyes... He reached for the dagger, he got it, and he stabbed me on the neck... My hands I grabbed the dagger. My palm was torn, it hurt, it was very painful, but I grabbed the knife and stabbed deeply towards the heart of the emperor. He died, but I lived. The moon that day was as round as it is today .”

The cat in his arms was trembling all over, crying coldly one after another, and Song Yun held him tightly in his arms.

"There have been too many similar tests... It's not that blood was not on my hands, but Brother Seventh Emperor is my real brother. I will never forget that Brother Seventh Emperor murmured before he died, The eldest son is not married yet, and the eldest son is as tall as him... The emperor said that as an emperor, in the land of no one, family affection and love are all burdens. Solid. In order to achieve the goal, I can even risk myself. I knew that there would be such a celestial phenomenon this year that would be unfavorable to the owner, so I planned this method with the master to get rid of the golden cicada's shell."

"If I succeed, the honor of King Qi Chousheng will be preserved after the resettlement, and there will be no hereditary replacement; if I fail, the throne will be handed over to him." Qi Yin smiled wryly, "But now, I can't bear to fail and die. What if that little bastard imitates Kang Guo and takes Yunyun away."

Song Yun glared at him, "As long as my family is safe, the Song family will always be loyal to His Majesty."

Qi Yin rubbed his face, "Of course. Wouldn't it be better if we could find the real mother-in-law and fulfill her and the Taifu?"

Song Yun thought to himself, luckily his father didn't hear this, otherwise the fat cat would have to be turned into a bald cat.

"Okay, let's go back, sit still and it will be dawn." Song Yun got up.

Qi Yin let out a "huh" and said in a low voice: "Since that day, I have never celebrated my birthday again, and I almost forgot what longevity noodles are like."

Night Breeze hit Song Yun's heart in an instant.

Song Yun looked down at Qi Yin. It turned out that the "something you should eat" after the banquet was not moon cakes, but longevity noodles.

That day was Qi Yin's birthday.

Today is Qi Yin's birthday.

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Pick the osmanthus with the strongest fragrance from the branches, and make a bucket of well water soaked in the Mid-Autumn Moon.

In the middle of the night, Song Yun secretly hid in the kitchen of the State Shepherd's Mansion, using the well water soaked in sweet-scented osmanthus to make longevity noodles with noodles.

In my previous life, when I rode alone for thousands of miles, I often made a fire and cooked by myself, but it was all just messing with my stomach when I was eating and sleeping in the wild.Seriously, this is the first time to cook seriously, so it is inevitable to be in a hurry.

Autumn came and the night was cold, Song Yun rolled up his sleeves, and when his hands touched the cold well water, goose bumps appeared on his arms, "Hiss, it's really cold..."

Song Yun is good at tea ceremony and burning incense, but the Bai case is a mess.If there is too much noodles, add water, and if there is too much water, add noodles. Originally, it was just to make a bowl of longevity noodles, but the result was two catties of dough.

Twist the reconciled dough into a palm-sized ball, make a hole in the middle, and slowly form the dough into a uniform ring.Keep kneading to make the thick and short noodle rings longer and thinner. Seeing that they almost look like noodles, Song Yun touched Qi Yin who was sitting on the stove with his elbow, "Light the fire!"

Qi Yin came back to his senses, responded with an "Aww", jumped to the stove hole, supported his body on his two hind legs, and carried the firewood into the hearth with his front paws.Several sticks were plugged in a row, and the firewood got stuck in the hole in a mess.

"Why doesn't it burn?" Qi Yin scratched his head worryingly, heard a chuckle, turned his head to look, Song Yun's brow mole was half hidden and half hidden by flour, it was very beautiful.

"Silly, you didn't light the fire." Song Yun patted the flour sticking to his clothes. It was inconvenient to have a big belly, so he accidentally knocked it on the stove.

Song Yun thought, she was just pretending to be pregnant, and she was served by someone for basic necessities of life, but she still felt uncomfortable.How hard it must be for a woman who is really pregnant with Liujia and still needs to do housework.

If Song Yun is really able to bear children, what a lovely person he must be, and it is worth his willingness to endure such hardship.

Forget it, I don't want to think about such unrealistic things, it's important to start the fire.

Qi Yin, a silly cat, is really confused. He looked at the stove with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Song Yun squatted down, took out a few sticks of firewood, grabbed some hay and lit it with flint, and then set up the firewood staggered.After a while, the water in the pot boiled, and Song Yun lowered the ring-shaped thin noodles into the pot.

"Starting a fire is the same as raising an incident. First start from the weak point, and then increase the supply. A little spark can become a raging momentum. I hope the action will go smoothly in a few days." Song Yun slowly stirred the soup with a wooden spoon, After making sure that it doesn't stick to the pan, go to the seasoning sauce.

A little oil and salt, a spoonful of soy sauce, a piece of lard, a pinch of chopped green onion, a noodle, poured into boiling hot noodle soup.Song Yun held the longevity noodles in front of Qi Yin, "Your Majesty, happy birthday."

With hot soup and hot noodles, Qi Yin raised his head, as if being illuminated by the holy light, "I've never eaten such longevity noodles."

In fact, I have never eaten longevity noodles.

I've heard people say that I've always wanted to eat it.

"This is the meaning of endless life and longevity." Song Yun smiled, "Your Majesty, you have to eat it in one bite, and don't bite it off."

"Okay." Qi Yin held the bowl and buried his head. The soup is salty, "It must continue."

The author says:

I declare that Yunyun is the kindest little angel among the beauties!Who is for and who is against?