Salted fish is pregnant with the emperor's cub after wearing a book

Mr. Xiao Lang thinks it might be eye-catching?

"Aniang, you can do it, let your son go!" With a bitter face, Yin Yuancheng pulled the princess's sleeve and acted obediently: "When my son comes back, apart from those two letters, what else is the official family going to do?" Didn't say anything."

The eldest princess was even more puzzled: "Then tell Aunt, why the official family has not returned?" The official family has never been a willful person. If there is nothing important, they will definitely not stay outside for a long time. .

Yin Yuancheng's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head and glanced at his aunt. In fact, on the way back to Beijing, he already had some guesses in his mind. It was nothing more than the fact that the officials had taken a fancy to that prodigal Xu Yanqing, and now Xu Yanqing was ill again. , so the officials were worried and stayed in Xujia Village to take care of them.

But it’s not easy to tell his aunt about this matter. The official has been indifferent for a long time, and once he is tempted, it will be so shocking. Yin Yuancheng is afraid that his aunt will care about it when the time comes, and she will mess up and do something bad to offend the official. do not like.

"Aniang, you can't talk nonsense about this." Yin Yuancheng waved his hands again and again: "Since the officials don't want the outside world to know where he is, why should Aniang find out the whereabouts of the emperor? This is a big taboo!"

"Okay, okay." The eldest princess naturally knew that her son's heart was all for the officials, and he waved his hands repeatedly to make people go as far as they could, which made her upset.

Yin Yuancheng ran away in a hurry when he heard the words, and the eldest princess took out the secret letter sent by the official behind him, and combined with his son's nervous performance, he already had some guesses in his mind.

But after all, she didn't really go to find out the emperor's whereabouts. She just put a smile on her precious eyebrows and asked the nurse who was serving her to go out and pick someone up for her.

Aunt Zhao is the main pick-up person for the Eldest Princess, and Aunt Zhao is also an old man serving by the official's side.

In the past, when Yin Yanjun was still the prince, this Aunt Zhao served in the East Palace. Later, the prince was persecuted and almost became a deposed prince. During those years when he was resting in the Taoist temple, she was also by her side to serve meals.

Aunt Zhao's ancestors were also from a family of medicine, so she not only cooks good meals, but also has many medicinal recipes for regulating the body, and even knows many secret medicines in the palace.

But after all, Aunt Zhao is getting older, so a few years ago, Yin Yanjun thought of her merits, and he was extra merciful and let him out of the palace to raise him up. Now Yin Yanjun asked the eldest princess to help him find a nurse who can take care of his body. Mo, the eldest princess thought of Aunt Zhao immediately.

Aunt Zhao came very quickly. In fact, she was not at the age of the so-called honorable life, but Yin Yanjun was sympathetic to the servants around him and found an excuse to let her out.

"Aunt Zhao, I really need to trouble you again this time." The eldest princess said with a smile: "The official asked me to help find a nanny who can take care of my body. How can I have such a person on hand? Aunt Zhao."

Aunt Zhao is naturally happy to be able to return to the official's house to serve her. Hearing this, she can't wait to get in the carriage and rush to the official's house immediately.

So within a few days, Aunt Zhao was sent to Xujia Village, and it was Wen Jing who took her home.

"Aunt Zhao is also her own person, and she learns the rules better than me, so I don't say much, I just hope that Aunt Zhao will take good care of Mr. Xu Xiaolang's body." Wen Jing explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly. In the state of doubting life, push open the door.

After all, she is an old man who has seen ups and downs. Aunt Zhao quickly collected her mentality and looked up at the young gentleman on the reclining chair in the courtyard.

Mr. Xiao Lang's abdomen is slightly protruding, which seems to be the state of just showing pregnancy, but he is lying groggy in the reclining chair at the moment, as if he is not in a good mood.

And their officials were sitting next to Xiao Langjun, holding an enlightening thousand-character essay in their hands, reading slowly.

To be honest, Aunt Zhao has been serving the official family for so many years, and what she has seen most is the cold and alienated expression of the official family, but it is the first time she has seen the official family with a trace of warmth on her body.

Xianyu is a little sensitive to the sight of the outside world, and feels that someone is looking at him, or that kind of inquiring gaze.

But at the moment when he was sunburned and his hands and feet were weak, he didn't even bother to open his eyes to look, so he raised his hand and pulled the small quilt under him to cover his face.

Perfect, so that you won't feel that probing gaze.

Aunt Zhao felt rude, so she hurriedly followed Wenjing to the kitchen, where Aunt Li was making lunch, and Wenjing thought she would be upset if she invited someone more.

In the end, Aunt Li took Aunt Zhao's hand, very enthusiastically: "Oh, sister Zhao, you don't know, I can only cook those few dishes, I'm really afraid that Mr. Tired of crooked, wouldn't it be better if you came!"

Aunt Zhao is also a fine person, she pushed away Wen Jing and talked to Aunt Li by herself, and soon established a good relationship with Aunt Li.

Wen Jing saw that there was really no room for him in the kitchen, so he acted sensibly.

Yin Yanjun pulled down the small quilt covering Mr. Xiao Lang's face, stuffed Mr. Xiao Lang until his red cheeks were exposed, then took out a ocher handkerchief from his arms, and put it on Mr. Xiao Lang's chest. Shade his face.

Between the nostrils was the clear and cold fragrance of the Taoist priest. Xu Yanqing fell into a drowsy sleep. He unconsciously took a deep breath, then turned around slightly, grabbed the veil on his face, and stuffed it into his arms to keep it for himself. have.

Xiao Langjun, who fell asleep until he was in a daze, was so domineering.

Yin Yanjun lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the sleepy little gentleman in front of him, with a faint smile on his lips.

Xu Yanqing was awakened by the scent coming from the kitchen, but he saw that he was holding a handkerchief in his hand.

And it was still tightly held on his chest, and a daze appeared on his face for a moment. This handkerchief was obviously belonged to Taoist Xuanchen. Going back, in fact, the veil is still lying in his closet now!

"Why is the Taoist priest's handkerchief here?" Xu Yanqing cheekily looked up at the Taoist priest beside him, with a smile on his cheek.

Yin Yanjun took the handkerchief over, wiped the little sweat from Mr. Xiaolang's forehead, and stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve, his eyes were clear and gentle: "Get up, just take a walk in the yard. time to eat."

Xu Yanqing sniffed the scent in the air, and couldn't help sighing: "I don't know what Aunt Li cooked today, it smells so delicious!"

"It should be Aunt Zhao who made the soup for you." Yin Yanjun closed the book in his hand and explained: "Wen Jing brought over Aunt Zhao who used to serve me by my side. Aunt Zhao is very good at cooking. If you have Whatever you want to eat, just tell Aunt Zhao."

Wow, the one who served by Taoist Xuanchen's side before was the imperial chef, Xu Yanqing blinked, his eyes full of foodies were full of light, wishing he could sneak into the kitchen to eat something now, Satisfy your appetite.

Yin Yanjun watched it amusedly, couldn't help but raised his hand to put on the top of Xiao Langjun's head, and rubbed it gently.

Xu Yanqing didn't care much, anyway at home, his parents and elder brother liked to rub his head, just like stroking a cat.

Sure enough, at noon, Xu Yanqing drank the corn ribs soup made by Aunt Zhao. There is not enough time, Mr. Lang can barely eat a meal, and Lan Niang and I will go to the town to buy some food tomorrow, and then cook something delicious for Mr. Lang."

Mu Yu took the pork rib soup and put it in front of his husband. Xu Yanqing couldn't wait to take a sip, and couldn't help sighing: "Aunt Zhao's cooking skills are really good."

"Lang Jun likes it." Aunt Zhao smiled brightly. She cooked so much soup that Lang Jun couldn't finish it all by himself, so he added another bowl for everyone.

Qi Chen even followed Xu Yanqing and gave Aunt Zhao a big reward. Just by looking at his small appearance, he knew that he was also a delicious ghost.

The next day, Aunt Li simply cooked breakfast and put it in the pot for Mu Yu to watch, then took Aunt Zhao to Huzi's house to make an ox cart and go to town.

Aunt Zhao is a frank person, and she taught Aunt Li some tricks in the kitchen, and the relationship between her and Aunt Li got better and better.

The afternoon was scorching hot, Xu Yanqing couldn't stay in the yard anymore in this weather, so he could only stay in his room and write letters to his parents.

The original body was spoiled and spoiled by an ignorant master, so his handwriting was simply unsightly, but his handwriting was not much better than that of the original body, it could only be regarded as barely eye-catching.

After explaining everything that happened recently, Xu Yanqing stared at the remaining piece of letter paper and scratched his head.

Yin Yanjun bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the desk: "Xiao Langjun is so preoccupied, what are you thinking about?"

Sangpi Xianyu spread out the letter paper with only two large characters on the desk, and wrinkled his delicate little face together: "Father, mother and brother, each of you has a letter, and the content is also required. It’s different, I understand everything now, it turns out that writing letters is also a tiring job.”

Yin Yanjun laughed when he heard the words: "Why do the three letters all have different contents?"

"Because the three of them are extremely boring, they will definitely read the letter." This is all from Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang's experience. Even if Niang Dang sent someone to send a letter to accuse him of being perfunctory, she insisted on asking him to write three different letters in small print.

Salted fish resting their cheeks, re-experienced what kind of novel experience it was to be forced to write a diary by parents in elementary school?Oh, it's a crazy experience.

Xu Yanqing tilted his head and glanced at Daoist Xuanchen, silently rubbed to the side of the other party, and eagerly handed over the letter in his hand: "Why don't you do it, Daoist, help me finish this letter!"

Yin Yanjun took the other two pieces of letter paper from the table, and the two letters written by Xiao Langjun were so smooth and smooth, it was like explaining all three meals a day.

The letter to Marquis Wu'an wrote about the food of the previous few days, and the letter of Mrs. Wu'anhou was about the food of the next few days.

So when it came to Wu'an Hou Shizi, Mr. Xiao Lang got stuck and couldn't write at all.

"Xiao Lang-jun really wants me to write this letter for you?" Yin Yanjun looked over with warm eyes.

Xianyu nodded again and again, wishing that the Taoist priest could write for him the next letter.

"The Marquis of Wu'an and the prince are both very useful officials in the court." Yin Yanjun chuckled.

Xianyu was puzzled: "So what?"

Mr. Xiao Lang looked confused, and Mr. Yin Yan looked down at him: "Especially Marquis Wu'an. Although he is a military officer, he often writes to my case, so he must be able to recognize my handwriting."

Xu Yanqing instantly understood what Daoist Xuanchen meant. His father is also a very useful military officer in front of the emperor, so he can naturally recognize the official's handwriting. One day, his father had to ride a horse overnight to snatch him home.

So Xianyu silently took back the letter paper in the Taoist priest's hand, holding a pen in his hand, and continued to bend over the desk and scratch his head in aggrieved manner.

Yin Yanjun watched it interestingly, but he couldn't bear Xiaolangjun's worry like this, so he said: "Little Langjun doesn't necessarily have to write about what to eat and drink every day, but you can also talk about the gadgets you make, or Tell me about the chicken coop at home..."

It is also a running account, but what the Taoist priest mentioned is obviously much more interesting. Xu Yanqing thought about it, and suddenly came to inspiration, and quickly picked up a pen to write.

After a cup of tea, Xu Yanqing put down his pen, looked at the letter from top to bottom, and couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, my literary talent is not bad!"

Xiao Lang smiled brightly, much better than the frowning look just now, Yin Yanjun helped him put away all three letters and folded them: "Xiao Lang has a brilliant literary talent, Xuan Chen admires it."

Xu Yanqing was thick-skinned, so he didn't want to be polite to him, he just nodded and admitted: "That's right, my mother said that if I am willing to study hard, I might be able to pass the Jinshi exam and go home to honor my ancestors." It's a pity that Xianyu's hobby is eating, drinking, playing and sleeping , the reading test is not within his consideration.

After Xu Yanqing finished talking, he wanted to get up and return to his position, but he tripped and fell towards Yin Yanjun.

Yin Yanjun's expression was startled, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, wrapped one hand around Xiao Langjun's waist, and directly hugged him into his arms.

The window of the room was open, and the wind from the courtyard was blowing in, bringing with it the sultry heat of summer.

Sangpi Xianyu sat directly into Taoist Priest Xuanchen's arms, resting his head on the Taoist Priest's chest, his heart trembled for no reason, and when he raised his head, his eyes met the Taoist Priest who was looking down at him.

Taoist Xuanchen's eyes were full of concern and panic, the room was so quiet, Xu Yanqing could even hear the slightly flustered heartbeat of the Taoist priest beside his ear.

Mr. Xiao Lang didn't move, and Mr. Yin Yan didn't let him go, and the room fell into a strange atmosphere instantly.

Xu Yanqing always had a big heart. After he realized it, he raised his hand and gently placed it on Xuanchen Taoist priest's chest, jokingly said: "I scared the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest's heart beats so fast."

Yin Yanjun's breath was stagnant, feeling the fiery temperature of Mr. Xiaolang's hand on his chest, he couldn't speak for a while, and after a while he regained his mind, and just put down Mr. Xiaolang in his arms: "Exit Mr. Be more careful next time."

Xu Yanqing blinked: "Why, is the Taoist priest afraid that I will throw your child away?"

Yin Yanjun knew in his heart that Mr. Xiao Lang had no other intentions, but just made a joke so casually.

So I didn't get angry with him, just looked at Xiao Langjun and smiled gently: "Doctor Xiao Qi said that now Xiao Lang Jun is much more important than this child in his womb."

Taoist Xuanchen looks very good, when he smiles, it is really like a gust of warm wind blowing through the cold bamboo forest, bringing a tinge of warmth to the lingling green bamboo.

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Now Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang has Aunt Li and Aunt Zhao serving the food together, his little face has become more radiant, the weather is getting hotter, and there is no longer a deck chair in the yard, so he stays in the room all day , Xu Yanqing is also very boring.

Looking at Xiao Langjun staring out of the window with burning eyes, Yin Yanjun couldn't help being a little amused: "Xiao Langjun is bored in the house?"

Xu Yanqing glanced at Daoist Xuanchen expressionlessly, isn't this nonsense, the blue sky for salted fish is gone, and even the sun can't bask in it, and the most important thing is that even though the weather is so hot, he can't use ice. The fish said he was very depressed and no one should talk to him.

Right now, Mr. Xiao Lang has been pregnant for six months, and his belly has grown a little, but not much. Compared with those women with big bellies, it looks a bit unattractive.

On the one hand, there are reasons why everyone deliberately fastens food for Xiao Langjun, and on the other hand, it is because Xiao Langjun's gestational cavity is relatively backward, so it is not very obvious.

Aunt Zhao knew these things better, and she would touch Xiao Langjun's fetal appearance every once in a while while Qi Chen was measuring his abdomen.

The child in Xu Yanqing's womb was the same as the official's, obviously an old-fashioned one. Aunt Zhao touched the baby many times without touching the baby's fetal movement, but every time the official touched it, Xiao Douding would become extraordinarily active.

Qi Chen couldn't help joking, this kid is also a recognized person, he seems to be very satisfied with his father!

When Wen Jing heard this, he was so happy that he wished to burst into tears on the spot.

The weather has been getting hotter and hotter these days, Xu Yanqing's appetite is not as good as before, Aunt Zhao and Aunt Li are trying to find some fresh food for him.

Mangpi salted fish just wanted to eat an ice bowl, so Aunt Zhao gave Xiao Langjun a little to eat, but that night, Xiao Langjun caught cold and coughed, which made Aunt Zhao feel extremely guilty.

From then on, Aunt Zhao never dared to give Xiao Langjun an ice bowl. At most, she would get some fruit to chill it a little bit, and waited until the cold air was almost gone before she dared to bring it in front of Xiao Langjun.

Xu Yanqing lost the happy life of lying dead in the yard, and he couldn't eat ice bowls. He felt that the life of salted fish was not so easy, so he became depressed instantly.

Everyone was a little anxious when they saw this, but after reading Xiao Douding for six months, they really didn't dare to let Xiao Langjun eat the ice bowl again, so they could only find other ways to make Xiao Langjun happy.

"Send someone to build a grape trellis in the yard, and move Xiao Langjun's reclining chair under the grape trellis." Yin Yanjun frowned slightly.

Wen Jing nodded and accepted the order, and hurried down to find someone to do some work.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Xu Yanqing lay lazily on the recliner in a daze. Recently, he became a little strange that he couldn't fall asleep after lying down for so long.

Xianyu expressed deep confusion about this, and finally attributed it to the fact that he didn't eat the ice bowl he was thinking about, so he was depressed.

Then Xu Yanqing began to reflect on himself. In the past two months since Daoist Xuanchen arrived, he seemed to have become more self-willed, and he would lose his temper randomly because of stuttering. It really shouldn't be.

After the funeral critic Xianyu reprimanded him, he had to take action, so when Taoist Xuanchen came over again, he saw a rare and diligent young man who not only sat in front of the desk to help him grind ink, but even served him tea Pour water, really made him a little flattered.

After all, in Yin Yanjun's impression, most of Xiaolangjun is nestled in the recliner, and it is hard work to give him a look, or sit in front of the desk and talk to him.

So Yin Yanjun raised his head and looked at the little man in front of him in confusion: "Is there anything you want to do today, little man?"

Xianyu shook his head, and he didn't want to eat the ice bowl either.

At some point there was a clanging noise outside, and the salted fish lay on the table, not caring about the situation outside at all.

But this position was really uncomfortable for Xianyu, so he lazily sat up again.

Yin Yanjun seemed to have thought of something, he took out a few books from under the desk and handed them to Mr. Xiaolang: "Yesterday, Wenjing found some books of words, and Mr. Xiaolang can use them to pass the time."

The melancholy Xianyu Xiaolang was excited when he mentioned the storybooks. After all, he and Qi Chen had read the storybooks back and forth, and he was about to recite the plots by heart.

Wen Jing found a whole box of notebooks, and Yin Yanjun glanced over it first. There were some notebooks in it, so Yin Yanjun immediately glanced at Wenjing indifferently.

Wen Jing chuckled and explained: "The slave just went to ask Dr. Qi specifically, and tried his best to get the essence out of Dr. Qi's mouth."

In short, Mr. Xu Xiaolang is so unconventional, he doesn't like those serious books, but likes these taboo and gaudy ones.

Yin Yanjun showed a bit of helplessness towards Xiao Langjun, and finally selected a few copies and sent them to Xiao Langjun's room.

But when he passed by, Mr. Xiao Lang was sleeping soundly, so those scriptures were put under the desk for the time being.

Xu Yanqing casually glanced at the covers of those storybooks, and saw that most of the names were investigation-type booklets, and only one was about the father-in-law and widowed daughter-in-law.

"Wen Jing spent a lot of effort to pick this from other places, Mr. Xiaolang thinks it might catch your eye?" Yin Yanjun raised his eyes and asked speciously.

Xu Yanqing clicked his tongue in his heart, the last book was definitely in his favor, and the others were also very good.

But looking up at the dignified, self-sustaining, fairy-like Daoist Xuanchen, he still managed to be a bit reserved: "Although there are some chapters that are too wild and uninhibited, I still want to thank Daoist Xuanchen and Wenjing for doing this for me. bother."

Mr. Xiao Lang's eyes fell on the last "wild" storybook, which was obviously hotter than the other ones, and he was very satisfied at first glance, but he still had a reserved mouth.

It is rare for Yin Yanjun to have some bad intentions to tease Xiao Langjun, so he slowly reached out to get the book: "Since this book does not suit Xiao Langjun's wishes, if you don't go, I will change it for Xiao Langjun."

Xu Yanqing took the script book into his arms very quickly, with a sincere and bright smile on his face: "Don't bother the Taoist priest, I don't pick anything, not at all!"

As he said that, Xiao Lang stood up with the script in his arms, and quickly nestled into his recliner to read the script. Looking from Yin Yanjun's perspective, Mr. Xiao Lang had a case investigation script in his hand.

But if you look carefully at Xiao Langjun's gesture of holding the book, you will find that there is something wrong no matter how you look at it.

Therefore, Mr. Xiao Lang probably hid the "wild and unruly" book in it, and his duplicity and small thoughts were really exposed at a glance.