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

Could he be a perverted salted fish in the future?

Without any hesitation, Yin Yanjun raised his hand and opened the door and strode into the room. The little man on the bed huddled tightly, but because of his slightly protruding belly, he looked a little pitiful.

Mr. Xiao Lang muttered something in his mouth, his voice was trembling, his whole body fell into a nightmare, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Walking quickly to the bed, Yin Yanjun gently called the name of the little man, but the little man who was immersed in the nightmare seemed to be unable to hear any sound from the outside world, but kept shaking all over his body.

Xu Yanqing felt that he was standing in front of a strange yet familiar door. He stood at the door in a panic. The door was locked tightly from the inside, and there were still hysterical quarrels and thunderclaps. the sound of.

The young boy stood at the door for a long time, and the people who came and went up and down the stairs only looked at him pitifully, but they were helpless in the face of such family disputes.

The young Xu Yanqing couldn't understand the deep meaning in those people's eyes. He hugged his schoolbag tightly and sat at the door for a long, long time, from the evening when the setting sun was glowing red until the corridor became pitch black.

The people in the room seemed to be exhausted from the noise at last. The little boy at the door blinked his eyes, and there was a gleam of light in his originally dim eyes, and he could finally go in.

It was about 8 o'clock now, the little boy hadn't had dinner yet, his stomach was empty and he was very hungry, and his homework hadn't been written yet. If he couldn't finish his homework, he would probably be beaten again.

The door was finally opened, and the man who came out of the room was startled by the little boy sitting at the door. He cursed and raised his hand to lift the little boy into the room. The room was a mess, and the door of the master bedroom was tightly closed. closed.

The man seemed to divert his attention, pulled the little boy and began to reprimand again, he transferred his anger from the child's mother to the child.

Bored, the little boy stretched out his hands to pick at his clothes, but the man saw him, and he slapped the little boy's hands away, and the little boy's hands instantly turned red.

The man dropped the child and walked into the room, and there was another quarrel inside. Just as the child was about to go back to the room, his mother came out of the room.

"Going to do homework, why don't you go home after school and stay at the door? You learned to steal and play tricks at a young age, just like your father." The woman seemed to have forgotten that she didn't prepare the key for the little boy. The house was so noisy that the little boy didn't dare to go home at all.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat." The little boy raised his head, his eyes were black and bright, but his eyes were calm at such a young age, and the woman who looked at him felt a little panicked.

But the woman only felt that the little boy had disobeyed her orders and was staring at his creepy eyes. She might have been impulsive, or maybe she had already developed a habit, so she raised her hand and slapped the little boy in the face. In the past: "Go to do your homework now, if you don't finish your homework, you don't have to eat today."

"I'm hungry, I want to eat." The little boy didn't care about his painful face, he lowered his head and touched his aching stomach, feeling that if he didn't eat, he would starve to death.

The woman's hands were trembling. She dragged the little boy forward and pushed him into a room: "You have learned to talk back to your parents at such a young age. You should stay in this room tonight and reflect on yourself. If you haven't finished your homework, you won't have to eat tomorrow's breakfast."

The door was slammed shut, and the sound made the little boy's ears hurt. The little boy curled himself up in the stool, pressing his aching stomach tightly, feeling that this would make him feel better.

He didn't have dinner that night, endured the hunger in his belly, and finished his homework bit by bit.

About an hour later, the man in the master bedroom finally came out again. He asked the woman a few things about the little boy, but before the woman could say a few words, she started to get angry again.

The man couldn't bear her virtue, and impulsively quarreled with the other party. The boy in the small room, listening to the quarrel outside, opened the door a crack, wanting to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Neither the man nor the woman noticed the little boy behind them. The two of them fought together. The man threw the woman on the ground, not intending to continue arguing with her. As a result, the woman directly picked up an object on the table and pointed at the man in anger. Throw it over.

The man quickly dodged it, and the thing flew out, and then he heard the woman screaming.

The little boy blinked. There was red liquid falling down from the top of his head. He felt that his head and stomach were hurting, and his whole body was aching. Finally, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

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Everything in the dream was painful, and Xiao Langjun on the bed frowned in pain and groaned twice, shouting the pain, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

Yin Yanjun called Xiao Langjun a few more times, but Xiao Langjun was still immersed in the nightmare.

So he frowned tightly, and gently raised his hand to hug the little man on the bed into his arms, and gently comforted the little man's back with one hand like coaxing a child.

The little man in the nightmare, only felt someone touch his forehead, gently coaxing in his ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay!"

The trembling little Langjun gradually relaxed a lot under Yin Yanjun's comfort. He stretched out his hand and fumbled wildly, so Yin Yanjun passed his hand up, interlocking fingers with Xiaolangjun.

Xu Yanqing only felt that he was tightly wrapped by the clear and light breath of the Taoist priest, and he gradually felt that his dark dream was brightened.

But Xianyu had no strength at all, he looked at the light but couldn't walk into the halo no matter what.

So Xiao Langjun, who was in pain all over his body, closed his eyes exhaustedly in the dream. After a short rest, he opened his eyes again with difficulty. Expanding continuously until it completely envelops his whole body.

Xu Yanqing suddenly opened his eyes from the dream, he dazedly raised his hand to touch the painful forehead in the dream, the place where his fingers touched the forehead was wet.

"It hurts." Xiao Langjun yelled coquettishly, he put the finger that touched his forehead in front of his eyes, there was only a water stain, not the bright red blood in the dream.

Yin Yanjun held Xiao Langjun tightly in his arms, and comforted him gently and warmly: "Where does Xiao Lang Jun feel pain?"

The squeamish and fragile little man faced the Daoist priest who was hugging him, like a child who has found a backer after being bullied, with a bit of crying in his voice: "The ear hurts, the stomach hurts, the forehead hurts, and the whole body hurts. !"

Yin Yanjun didn't let go of him, but stretched out a hand, and carefully checked Xiaolangjun's ears, forehead and stomach.

The whole body of Xiao Langjun is in good condition, and there is no injury, but Yin Yanjun still patiently rubbed the other party's ears and forehead gently, and softly comforted him: "Little Lang Jun, bear with it, and the pain will stop soon."

Xu Yanqing nestled in the Taoist priest's arms, with one hand intertwined with the Taoist priest's fingers, and the other hand tightly grasped the Taoist priest's skirt.

Xianyu's personality is not the kind of person who is addicted to the past and refuses to wake up for a long time. Since Xu Yanqing crossed over, he seldom thinks of the past in his previous life. Perhaps it is the hysterical nonsense of Li Yueyao's father today, which reminds him of Parents from previous lives.

Soon under the Taoist's reassurance, Mr. Xiao Lang finally recovered, he let go of the hand holding the Taoist's lapel, raised his hand shyly and scratched his head, and whispered: "Daoist, I'm fine now."

"Does it still hurt?" Yin Yanjun gently moved Xiao Langjun's hand grabbing his head, with a very gentle tone.

Mr. Xiao Lang shook his head obediently, only to realize that he was sitting in the arms of the Taoist priest. Xianyu couldn't tell whether this was the death of the society.

Anyway, no one else saw it, so he broke the jar and continued to nest in the Taoist priest's arms.

The skin needs to be exercised, as long as it is well exercised, the skin will become thicker and thicker, and Xianyu feels that he has cultivated to a certain level.

Yin Yanjun considerately did not ask Xiao Langjun why he had a nightmare, but patted Xiao Langjun on the back to lull him to sleep.

Xu Yanqing experienced a nightmare, so naturally he couldn't sleep at the moment, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, and pulled the Taoist priest to chat with him.

Yin Yanjun grew up with Xiaolangjun for many years, and he didn't think it was too much to say that he knew astronomy above all and geography below.

Xiao Langjun nestled in the Taoist priest's arms and listened very seriously, but he would raise his hand to scratch the back of his neck from time to time.

Yin Yanjun gently pulled Xiao Langjun's hand away, and his eyes fell on the white and tender back of Xiao Langjun's neck, the skin was a little red from being scratched by Xiao Langjun's fingers.

"Xiao Langjun, but the back of his neck is uncomfortable?" Yin Yanjun frowned slightly. In his memory, there were several times that Xiao Langjun would scratch the back of his neck like today. He also asked Xiao Langjun about this question. Just never asked the answer.

"The back of the neck?" Xu Yanqing was stunned for a moment, feeling that his reaction ability seemed to be a little slow recently, but when the listener mentioned this, he instantly remembered the hot flashes that would occur every once in a while.

The onset time of hot flashes is uncertain. Xu Yanqing's life in Xujia Village was too comfortable recently, and he had long forgotten about the hot flashes.

Thinking about the characteristics of the hot flashes in this way, Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang nestled himself into the Taoist priest's arms, and then smelled the breath of the Taoist priest like a pervert, and took a deep breath .

Suddenly, Sangpi Xianyu understood how cats feel when they smell catnip. This kind of feeling is not something ordinary people can understand, it is simply ecstasy!

Raising his hand to put the Daoist's hand on the back of his neck, Xiao Langjun acted softly and shamelessly: "It's so itchy, Daoist scratch it for me."

"Is it really okay?" Every once in a while, the back of the neck will feel uncomfortable like this, which really makes Yin Yanjun feel uneasy.

Mr. Xiaolang waved his hands indifferently, the ultimate rule for salted fish to adapt to life is: when you can't resist the world, you can choose to lie down comfortably!

In the capital, Xu Xianzhi was dragged to play polo, but it was obvious that he was not very interested.

Yin Yuancheng rode over on a horse and bumped Xu Xianzhi with his shoulder: "What are you thinking, so preoccupied?"

"Hmm." Xu Xianzhi tugged on the reins and let his horse walk aside, so as not to knock the gentle and jade-like young master off the horse: "My family letter from Ah Qing should arrive today." So he How could he be in the mood to play polo at the moment, if the little marquis hadn't pulled him out, he wouldn't have gone out today at all.

The younger sister-in-law Xiao Hou expressed his shame at his younger brother-in-law's son, but he was still a little curious: "What's wrong with Mr. Xu Xiaolang that he has to go to the countryside to recuperate?"

Xu Xianzhi frowned suddenly when he heard the words: "How does the young master know that my family Ah Qing is cultivating his body in the countryside?" Logically speaking, those sons and gentlemen in the capital only knew that his family Ah Qing was going to the countryside to worship their ancestors. The young master opened his mouth to cultivate his body.

For a while, he slipped his tongue, Yin Yuancheng covered it up by laughing twice, and just said: "Some time ago, I took the official's order to go to Jiangcheng, but it rained heavily at night, and I happened to meet Mr. Xu Xiaolang, so I excused myself to bother you for two days. .”

Xu Xianzhi raised his head to look at Yin Yuancheng suspiciously, but he still said kindly: "I never heard Ah Qing mention it, but his child is kind-hearted, and it is only natural that he can do such kind deeds." Hearing his words In one sentence, it is full of pride for his younger brother.

Yin Yuancheng: That's not what I meant.

The two exchanged pleasantries, but Yin Yuancheng still couldn't figure out what kind of illness Mr. Xu Xiaolang had from Xu Xianzhi's mouth. After the polo game was over, he looked up again, and Xu Xianzhi had long since disappeared from the field.

Yin Yuancheng rubbed his chin, everyone said that Xu Xianzhi was a strong martial artist, but according to him now, Prince Wu'an Hou Shizi is really a smart and clever person.

Princess Jing'an came over and patted his brother on the shoulder: "My brother won the competition, why are you here in a daze if you don't go to receive the award?"

"Just now I was talking to the prince of Marquis Wu'an, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared." Yin Yuancheng glanced sideways at his sister, with a doting smile on his face: "Today's colorful head is a golden hairpin. , let's go, brother to get you a gift."

"Thank you, brother." Princess Jing'an raised her mouth slightly. Today she was wearing a heroic riding outfit, holding a riding whip in her hand, and she looked very bright.

Xu Xianzhi hurried home and saw that his parents had already opened the envelope, so he walked over unhappy: "Father and mother are really, just this moment will not wait for my son."

Seeing someone, Su hurriedly beckoned him over, with a smile on his face: "Come and see, Ah Qing doesn't write recipes now, and the contents of this letter are much more interesting than before."

Before, Mr. Xu Xiaolang wrote in his letter what he ate today or what he ate tomorrow. The content was really boring, but Marquis Wuan and his wife missed their youngest son, so they could only find out a little about his youngest son from the pile of recipes. current situation.

But this time the letter sent from home was obviously more interesting than before. Xu Yanqing followed the advice of the Taoist priest and mentioned the incident of going to the corn field to break the corn, the incident of the chicken coop collapsing after the heavy rain, and what little things he did every day. Stuff, finally I can barely mention a few words about the fetus in the womb.

Su Shi watched and laughed, and finally couldn't help shedding two tears, even though the little son was away from home for three days on weekdays.

But anyway, it was in the capital, and she could send a servant there to call the youngest son home, but now that he ran so far away, how could she not be worried.

"Why are you crying!" Marquis Wu'an patted Su's back comfortingly: "I'm afraid this brat is having a good time in Xujia Village. Think he's an eyesore."

Su Shi gave her husband an angry look: "When did I dislike my son for being an eyesore, don't blame me for what you said."

Marquis Wu'an repeatedly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I hope Madam will forgive me."

Xu Xianzhi couldn't see the sticky appearance of his parents, so he quickly took his family letter and ran away.

Ask my father and mother that the relationship between husband and wife is so good, what kind of feeling is it like to be a son?Xu Xianzhi's answer is definitely: eat dog food until he can't walk.

In Prince Huai's mansion, a group of servants were looking around at the door, and from time to time they looked back into the mansion in panic and fear.

Finally, they saw from a distance the gentle and jade-like young master coming slowly on a horse.

A group of servants scrambled to help Yin Yuancheng lead the horse: "Young Lord, you are here. If it is later, the servants may not be able to see the young Lord."

Yin Yuancheng raised his legs and walked towards Prince Huai's mansion: "What's going on with your lord today, you are so anxious to call me over, but what happened?"

The old housekeeper of Prince Huai's mansion shook his head again and again: "I don't know, I just feel that the prince seems to be very irritable today."

Yin Yuancheng nodded, and strode towards Prince Huai's study.

Prince Huai was pacing back and forth in the study at the moment, when he saw Yin Yuancheng coming in, he hurried up to greet him: "Nephew, you are here, if you don't come, your uncle will die of anxiety!"

"My lord is usually brilliant and powerful. What happened today that made my lord so impatient?" Yin Yuancheng walked forward without haste, with a gentle and gentle face on his face.

"It seems that the New Year's Eve is held every five years in less than two months. All the surrounding countries will come to meet the monarch at this time, but now the official family has not returned, what should I do as a little prince?" Receptionist He can barely handle the affairs of the envoys of the country, but it is not for him, a prince, to intervene in such matters as meeting the envoys at the palace banquet. Prince Hua has always been very measured in these matters.

"I remember that the lord has delivered the memorial to the officials a few days ago?" The vassal diplomacy is indeed a big event, so Yin Yuancheng can't help frowning. The officials attach great importance to the direction of the vassal state, and it is impossible that there is no reply. , Could it be because of some major event that he got stuck?

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaolang's beautiful and delicate face instantly appeared in Yin Yuancheng's mind.

All of a sudden, there was some superstition, and now the officials are really moved, and they missed the important affairs of the country because of a young man.

But this was just a joke, Yin Yuancheng didn't really believe that the officials would do such a thing without prioritization.

Therefore, Yin Yuancheng comforted Prince Huai: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the officials have always attached great importance to the friendship between countries, and it is certainly impossible to push this matter completely on the Prince's head. I will also send a memorial letter to urge the officials."

"Great nephew!" Prince Huai couldn't help but patted Yin Yuancheng's shoulder, and finally sighed: "This little life of uncle is in your hands, you must invite the official back."

Yin Yuancheng also wanted to cry but had no tears: I hope he can really invite the officials back as soon as possible.

So, before Yin Yanjun's writing case, there were a few more memorials asking him to return to the palace as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation.

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang raised his eyes and looked over. He seldom saw the Taoist priest so majestic and even a little sad. What does it look like?"

Yin Yanjun put together the memorabilia in his hands, threw them on the desk, raised his eyes seriously to look at the young gentleman in front of him with bright eyebrows, and said softly, "Would you like to go back to Beijing with me?"

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang's first reaction was to refuse, he didn't want to!Then he asked suspiciously, "Did something really happen in Kyoto?"

Yin Yanjun was naturally aware of Xiao Langjun's refusal and the moment of stiffness. He looked at Xiao Langjun gently, not wanting to put any pressure on him, and said lightly: "One and a half months will be the annual festival every five years. , all the neighboring countries will go to Kyoto to pay homage to the monarch, so I must return to the palace to preside over the overall situation."

"The Taoist priest will go to the palace first!" Xianyu Xiaolang was sullen and somewhat inexplicably reluctant, but he still lowered his head and said, "I can do it by myself." After Ding was born, Taoist priest's company for such a long time is already very good.

The most important thing is that Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang doesn't want to go back to the capital, let alone enter the palace, and he doesn't even want to face some problems that he put aside because of his willfulness.

After all, the brain of a salted fish can only hold a small amount of things, and those overly heavy thoughts are not in line with the essence of salted fish sand sculptures.

"Then I'll go back to the capital first?" Yin Yanjun's eyes were broad, he watched Xiao Langjun and smiled.

Xu Yanqing raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. This time the hot flashes had just begun, so he had to sneak out some clothes that the Taoist priest often wore before he left, preferably unwashed.

However, Xu Yanqing was a little lost. Why did he feel that he had really embarked on a perverted path? Could it be that he will be a perverted salted fish in the future?

The mourning batch Xianyu once again doubted life, and the Taoist priest who made Xiaolang Xianyu gradually perverted, still smiled with a breezy, fairy-like demeanor.

It's so hateful, there is a tearful salted fish standing in Mr. Xiao Lang's heart, pointing at the Taoist priest and attacking him with sharp words.

Yin Yanjun lightly raised his hand to rub against Xiao Langjun's chubby face, then rubbed and rubbed the back of Xiao Langjun's white and tender neck along his face: "What are you thinking about, Xiao Langjun? ?”

Thinking about how to steal your original clothes!Xiao Langjun blinked obediently, but he couldn't say such shameless and obscene words casually.

The hot flashes had just begun, and the Taoist priest pinched the back of Mr. Xianyu's neck and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. A numb feeling couldn't stop coming up, and Xu Yanqing couldn't help rubbing against the Taoist priest's palm.

A hint of pampering flashed in Yin Yanjun's eyes, and he rubbed the soft hair of Xiao Langjun with his palm upwards. He didn't intend to put too much pressure on Xiao Langjun.

But he was naturally worried about leaving Xiao Langjun alone in Xujia Village, so he would definitely kidnap him in the end.

When the two armies were at war, he had to find a way.

The author says:

Explain why Mr. Xiaolang thinks that he can’t be a good father or even wants to get married (it’s true that not all parents love their children)

small theater:

It depends on how the Taoist abducts his daughter-in-law.

The Taoist master took out the book of war: I need to find a safe way.

Author: It's a beauty trick!