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

At that time, I will rely entirely on Mr. Xiaolang to protect me.

"Tsk tsk, which family's little maid is this, put down the veil quickly, and let Madam let me take a good look at it." As he said that, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and was about to pull the veil in Qi Chen's hand.

Qi Chen held on to the handkerchief tightly, not wanting to show his face, but when he saw Mr. Xiaolang's acting so much, he became more motivated, and he loosened the handkerchief awkwardly, finally revealing a face with makeup on. Face.

"Pfft." Xu Yanqing couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, I haven't received special training, so I really can't help laughing when I want to."

I don't know who Qi Chen found to paint his makeup, which forcibly transformed the original handsome face of a young man into an unsightly virtue. It really makes people unbearable to look at.

Qi Chen glared at Mu Yu angrily: "It's not the good Mu Yu behind you, it's fine if you don't know how to make up, but make me look like this."

Mu Yu feels guilty, Mu Yu dare not speak.

"Mu Yu has served me by my side since I was a child, and I have never put makeup on girls. You really dare to let Mu Yu touch your face. You really have a generous heart." Quickly pushed the wooden Yu, let him wash off all the messy makeup on Qi Chen's face.

Yin Yanjun kept one hand on Xiao Langjun's waist all the time, and when he finished speaking, he took Xiao Langjun's hand very naturally and got into the carriage together.

Yuncheng is different from the bustling city of Kyoto. The carriage dangled into the market, and Wu Nong's soft words were heard one after another in his ears. Xu Yanqing opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

"Xiao Langjun, do you have a plan for where to play?" Yin Yanjun gently pinched Xiao Langjun's fingertips.

Xu Yanqing turned his head to look at the Taoist priest, a hint of joke flashed in his eyes: "I can go wherever I want?"

"Today I'm going out to relax with Mr. Xiaolang, so I naturally listen to Mr. Xiaolang's idea." Yin Yanjun said lightly.

"Then can I go to Yunxiang Tower if I want?" Yunxiang Tower is the largest music hall in Yuncheng, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the kind where beauties gather.

Yin Yanjun raised his eyes and landed on Xiao Langjun, Qingyun's eyes seemed to have a shallow ripple: "Yunxianglou..."

"Is the Daoist not allowed?" Xiao Langjun raised his hand and pinched the corner of the Daoist's clothes, his delicate and beautiful face looked indescribably pitiful.

Sighing helplessly, Yin Yanjun lightly said to Wen Jing outside the carriage: "Go to Yunxiang Tower."

They said they were going to Yunxiang Building, but in fact Xu Yanqing just wanted to watch the excitement. Yunxiang Building is a music workshop, not Goulan Chu Pavilion. Sitting in the private room and looking out, there is a beautiful girl dancing enchantingly on the high platform in the middle. Hu Xuanwu.

In addition to various gentlemen and adults, there were also many young ladies and wives admiring the dance. Xu Yanqing held a cup of sweet syrup in his hand. He took a sip, then put the cup on the table, Go to the show with your chin resting.

This feeling is like enjoying a dance performance in a previous life, so Xu Yanqing naturally has no other meaning in his eyes other than appreciation.

In the room, separated by a screen, there was Le Ji playing the harp, and the sound of the music fluttered and curled up, as if in a fairyland.

Yin Yanjun was sitting in front of the table, with a dignified figure and cold eyes, Le Ji looked out through a thin layer of screen, only to see the gentleman sitting in front of the table drinking a sip of tea, and then all eyes fell on on his pregnant wife.

Le Ji Konghou's rhythm was off by a beat, but none of the people in the room could hear it.

Qi Chen saw the beauties in Yuncheng, pulled Mu Yu aside and whispered to himself, but depending on the situation, most of them were Qi Chen talking to himself alone, Mu Yu was just like his husband, she was serious Appreciator.

The Hu Xuanwu under the high stage gradually evolved into a fierce fighting dance, but Xu Yanqing was still lying lazily by the window, Yin Yanjun slowly got up and stood beside Xiao Langjun, he grabbed Xiao Langjun's fingertips He was playing with it in his hands, but Mr. Xiao Lang was extremely dull as if he didn't realize it.

"Xiao Langjun." The fighting dance on the high platform became more and more intense, and Xiao Langjun's round eyes were half opened and half closed, as if he would fall asleep in the next moment, Yin Yanjun called softly in Xiao Langjun's ear , pinched the opponent's cheek with his slender and fair fingers.

His cheeks were tingling and numb, and Sangpi Xianyu opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was the face of the Taoist priest with a breezy, breezy face. Xianyu suddenly thought it was in a dream, he slowly raised his body, lazily Lazily tugging at the clothes on Taoist priest's body, the summer clothes were thin, Xiao Langjun rubbed his hands indiscriminately, somehow slowly slipped over the clothes, and poked into the Taoist priest's sleeves.

Yin Yanjun lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, Xiao Langjun's warm hand landed on his wrist and was still slowly rubbing upwards, his sensitive wrist was itchy and numb, as if it could go from the wrist to the heart , causing him to call softly again: "Xiao Langjun."

If it were Xianyu who was lazy, Xianyu would have let go the moment Taoist Xuanchen raised his eyes to call him, but at this moment, Mr. bun.

As the Taoist priest's "wife", Xiao Langjun not only did not stop, but raised his hand even more presumptuously to gently scratch the warm and smooth arm of the Taoist priest.

Yin Yanjun's body trembled imperceptibly, his moist eyebrows and eyes gradually became a little darker, and Mr. Xiao Lang was unstained by dust, and there was a bit of youthful mischievousness in his bright eyes.

He stretched out his hand and put it under Xiao Langjun's eyelashes, and the gentle tone of the drooping eyes was filled with some inexplicable hoarseness: "Xiao Langjun, don't mess around."

Taoist Xuanchen's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears, Xu Yanqing subconsciously raised his eyes and looked over.

At that moment, he seemed to be drowned by the Taoist priest's eyes full of tenderness, and he couldn't help but a strange throbbing flashed in his heart.

As if being scalded, Xu Yanqing subconsciously stretched out his rogue hand from the Taoist sleeve, and tremblingly cast his eyes on Meiji who was dancing downstairs, but he couldn't help but despise himself like a Don't marry He Liao's scumbag.

There still seemed to be that numb feeling on his arm. Yin Yanjun's eyes sank, and he fell on the little man with a red neck. He sighed helplessly and dotingly. Lang Jun has no choice.

The singing and dancing downstairs stopped, everyone sat down in front of the table, Le Ji, who was playing the harp behind the screen, paused, she got up slowly and picked up the teapot on the table to pour tea for everyone.

Le Ji wore a thin veil on her face, which made her already glamorous temperament even more mysterious.

Mr. Xu Xiaolang did something bad just now, and now he was a little restless, so he set his eyes on Le Ji's veiled face.

"Sir, please have tea." Le Ji walked around, and finally came to Yin Yanjun's side, she bent slightly, showing a fair and delicate neck when serving tea.

Yin Yanjun didn't wear Taoist robes today, but changed into a light-colored Confucian scholar's uniform, which seemed to have lost a little bit of the coldness of the immortal demeanor, and his noble and elegant temperament took the upper hand.

When that Le Ji was serving tea, her eyes were like hooks, obviously she had a great interest in Yin Yanjun, and the "Little Qi Maid" who was serving behind her couldn't help but raised her hand in the hiding place and stared at Le Ji. Look at Mr. Xu Xiaolang.

"Why, are you thirsty?" Xu Yanqing came back to his senses in a daze, raised his hand and pulled "Little Qi Maid" to sit beside him, and he also pushed the untouched teacup in front of Qi Chen.

Qi Chen's eyes were full of hatred that iron could not be made into steel, and his eyes indicated that he was Le Ji, who was plotting against Taoist Xuanchen, and hoped that the fool in front of him could be more vigilant.

Le Ji still held the teacup steadily with her pair of tender hands. Even if the man in front of her didn't raise her hand to pick it up, there was still a lot of affection in her eyes, as if she and the face in front of her were noble and cold. The man in question has had any extraordinary past.

Yin Yanjun's face was slightly cold, and Wen Jing, who was serving beside him, was about to take the cup from Le Ji's hand, but someone was a step ahead of him.

"This girl is looking at my husband like this, but she knew my husband before?" Xiao Langjun held the cup with a pair of extremely sensual hands and turned it back and forth.

Yin Yanjun raised his hand and took the cup and put it on the table, lest Mr. Xiaolang accidentally drink the strong tea in the cup later.

With nothing in his hand, Xu Yanqing simply smashed the pot and pulled Xuanchen Dao's long and wide sleeves and rubbed them with his fingertips. There was no special meaning, it was just itchy salty fish claws.

A gleam of unknown meaning flashed in Le Ji's beautiful eyes, and she smiled at Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang, "Ma'am, you are joking. I was born in Yuncheng, so naturally I have never seen this gentleman..."

Xu Yanqing raised his eyebrows: "So, did you fall in love with my husband at first sight, or did you fall in love with him?"

"Madam's words are becoming more and more interesting." The maid outside brought tea, Le Ji took the tea, walked slowly to Xu Yanqing's side, and put the tea down gently: "The tea in our building tastes good Madam You can have a taste."

How could salty fish, a foodie, bear it, of course he couldn't, so he put down the Taoist priest's sleeves that were wrinkled by him, raised his hand to take a lotus-shaped refreshment, put it near his mouth, and took a bite.

Le Ji's brows and eyes were curved: "Madam, what do you think of the taste?"

"Yeah, delicious." The foodie Xianyu nodded repeatedly, expressing his appreciation for the tea.

"There are no ingredients in the refreshments that are harmful to the fetus. Madam, if you like, you can use more." Le Ji brought another peony-shaped refreshment for Xu Yanqing.

The serious "Little Qi Maid" was about to be pushed aside, and he glared at Mr. Xu Xiaolang bitterly. Everything is completely left behind.

When Qi Chen turned his head again and wanted to complain to Mu Yu, he saw that Mu Yu was just like his master, just eating.

Qi Chen sighed, he couldn't move anymore, really couldn't move anymore, the master and servant were both heartless and foolish.

The group of them had their lunch in Yunxiang Tower, and after a while Xu Yanqing got her boudoir name from Le Ji, calling each one "Sister Zhi'er" happily.

Song Zhi'er's charming eyes would fall on Yin Yanjun's body from time to time. Originally, this group of guests should not be served by her, but she just fumbled back and forth around the couple.

Before leaving, Xu Yanqing took a volume of books from Song Zhi'er: "The gentleman in your family looks like a provocative person, Madam is now at an important time, so you have to be strict, otherwise with your simple temperament, I'm afraid that if someone sells it, I will count the money for them!"

Xu Yanqing blinked her big round eyes, and the corners of her lips raised slightly: "I know of Sister Zhi'er's kindness, and Sister Youluo treated me so favorably when we first met."

"It's just that you are my favorite." Song Zhier's eyes fell on the slightly childish face of the little lady in front of her, she blinked lightly, and sent the group of people out of Yunxiang Tower.

"Sister Zhi'er, why are you so nice to that little lady?" The little maid who was serving behind Song Zhi'er was a little puzzled, she had never seen the always proud and proud sister Zhi'er have such a good look towards anyone .

"It's rare to meet someone who is close to my eyes. Her eyes are clear and penetrating, just like..." Song Zhi'er sighed and slowly went upstairs, her figure was enchanting and charming.

In the carriage, Qi Chen was dazzled by the enthusiasm of gossip, sitting next to Xu Yanqing, pulling him to explain his confusion: "Lang Jun, what did Le Ji pull you and say just now?"

Mr. Xianyu, who started to feel drowsy after eating and drinking, didn't have the slightest desire to answer. He glanced at Qi Chen: "I want to know, why don't you change into men's clothes and go to Yunxiang Building to ask?"

"Come on, why don't I stop asking?" Taking a peek at Taoist Priest Xuanchen who was sitting upright like a pine tree with handsome eyes, Qi Chen got up and sat outside the car curtain with great interest.

Sangpi Xianyu lingered to Daoist Xuanchen's side, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes: "Miss Zhi'er is as beautiful as a flower, and she can play the harp exquisitely in one hand, isn't the Daoist a little bit tempted?" ?”

A little bit of sleepiness could be vaguely seen from the corners of Mr. Xiao Lang's eyes, but he was not being honest. He asked questions, Yin Yanjun slowly raised his hand and rubbed Mr. Xiao Lang's eyebrows: "Mr. what for?"

Xu Yanqing's heart trembled slightly, he looked up as if he could see his own reflection in Taoist Xuanchen's cold eyes, that inexplicable throbbing once again occupied his body.

Xianyu doesn't want to ask anymore, Xianyu only thinks that the man's pregnancy may have sequelae that Qi Chen has never figured out, such as... heart palpitations?

The ostrich salty fish said that he can sleep, maybe this inexplicable throbbing will disappear after sleeping. He nestled on the Taoist priest and pulled the wide sleeves of the Taoist priest to cover his face. The ostrich had already fallen asleep. .

Yin Yanjun didn't have the slightest intention to break the casserole and ask the end. He has always been very patient, but now because of the pregnancy, Xiao Langjun can only be tied to him forcefully.

After this, it was not normal for them to meet and interact. He was already ashamed of Xiao Langjun, even if he boiled a frog in warm water, there was no need to be too impatient.

Yin Yanjun held Xiao Langjun's hand without making a sound, and there was a bottomless obscurity in his eyes.

The carriage wobbled to a stop in front of the Ye Mansion. Yin Yanjun looked down at the little man who was lying on his lap and pretended to be asleep, and smiled softly with a little connivance: "We are already here. If Madam wakes up, get up. Before I woke up, I carried my wife into the mansion."

Yin Yanjun took the title that Xiao Langjun had teased him before and called him back, until the salted fish with ostrich on his lap sat up slowly, and he raised his hand to rub the shallow marks on Xiao Langjun's face that were printed by the clothes. texture.

The servants had already placed the horse stools outside the carriage, and Yin Yanjun raised his hand to help the young man who was still wearing a woman's attire out of the carriage. Helped Mr. Xiaolang into the Ye Mansion.

After wandering around for most of the day, Xianyu didn't have any strength left, and lay straight on the bed, the book that Song Zhier stuffed him fell out of his clothes.

Fumbling to hold the book in his hand, Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang opened the first page aimlessly, and closed the book again in an instant.

Pale and tender cheeks flushed instantly, Xu Yanqing finally remembered what Song Zhier said to him before leaving:

"Ma'am, it's the critical time now, so you have to be strict!" Is this how you look at it when you are strict?Xianyu's face was shocked, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The picture book that Song Zhier gave him was much more exciting than all the story books he had read before. Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang's face was flushed, and his eyes were a little bright. He hesitated for a moment and then took the picture book Turn over.

The mouth is wide open, it turns out that the ancient people were so good at playing, even at such an inopportune time... There are so many ways to win over your husband.

So when he thought of Song Zhier's words, Xianyu couldn't help but bring the pictures in the drawing book into him and the breezy, impeccable Daoist Xuanchen. Some restlessness that he couldn't explain clearly.

Pressing his thumping chest, as if he wanted to suppress the inexplicable agitation forcibly, Mr. Xianyu blushed and stuffed the drawing book under the pillow, feeling that the place was a bit unsafe.

So he stomped on the ground with his bare feet to find his little bundle, and randomly stuffed the eye-catching picture book into it.

It was impossible to throw it away. Xianyu lay back on the bed again, and the little bean in his stomach kicked him twice. Xianyu came back to his senses and raised his hand to pat his stomach.

Xiao Douding moved again under his father's hands, and his father patted him lightly twice again, one big and one small had a great time playing.

God's temper in autumn seems to be more cloudy than in summer. The sun was still shining in the morning, and it started to rain in the afternoon.

There are many green bamboos planted in the Ye Mansion, and the raindrops hit the bamboo leaves, which has a unique and interesting style. After taking a nap, Xiao Langjun was pulled up by Taoist Xuanchen and sat by the window to play chess.

Anyway, in his own room, Sangpi Xianyu has no shame even if his clothes are disheveled, holding a chess piece in his hand.

After the Taoist master made the chess piece, he hurriedly pressed the chess piece to the place he had expected earlier.

Yin Yanjun raised his eyes to look at the handsome young man, with a slight smile on his lips: "You really want to come down here?"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Xiao Langjun's whole fleshy face wrinkled instantly, and a new round of hesitation and entanglement began. After a while, he quickly found a new foothold for his chess pieces.

Daoist Xuanchen still gracefully dropped a chess piece on the chessboard, and Mr. Xiao Lang started a new round of rapid chess play, and then quickly regretted the chess...

After losing another game of chess, Sangpi Xianyu lazily lay on the edge of the window, his eyes fell on the green bamboos in the courtyard.

"Prefect Ye is an elegant person." Mr. Xiao Lang clicked his tongue. Yin Yanjun thought he was going to praise Ye Qin, but Mr. Mr. Xiao changed the subject with a smile in his eyes: "There are bamboo hearts and leaves." The effect of the fire, Ye Taishou is afraid that he will not be able to get angry every day, so he planted so many bamboos in the courtyard at once."

Yin Yanjun smiled lightly and said, "Then why did Mr. Xiaolang plant so many peach trees in Yunshuiyuan?"

Yunshuiyuan?It's really a place I haven't been to for a long time, Xu Yanqing raised his eyebrows, and his whole body flew wildly: "Of course it's because peach blossoms can be used to make wine and pastries."

Foodie Xianyu will never admit defeat: "However, bamboo is also very good. It can be used to make tea and rice in bamboo tubes. Thinking about it this way, it feels pretty good. When I return to Kyoto, I have to order my servants to plant some bamboo in Yunshuiyuan."

Sure enough, in the little man's world, apart from lazily slumping, there is only eating, drinking and having fun. After all, he is still a childish little man.

Yin Yanjun smiled lightly, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Xiao Langjun's hairy head, and sighed with emotion in a low voice: "If I go back to the capital, I'm afraid I will have to ask Wen Jing to find a set of soft body armor first."

Mr. Xiao Lang was bewildered: "Why, who is the Taoist priest going to fight with?" Speaking of which, he had never seen Taoist priest Xuanchen use force, after all, Taoist priests usually have a sense of demeanor. The appearance of sitting on the high platform makes people feel cold, how dare they show any disrespectful behavior.

"Xiao Lang-jun has forgotten the existence of your father and brother." Yin Yanjun chuckled, he had long heard that the Marquis of Wu'an usually dotes on Xiao Lang-jun the most.

If the martial artist of Marquis Wu'an knew that his youngest son was pregnant with his child, he might regret the action he took to block the sword for him.

Xu Yanqing suddenly understood what Daoist Xuanchen was thinking again, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Douding in his belly nonchalantly, and said to the Taoist priest: "When I enter the capital, I will tell my parents about these things. .”

The more some things are kept secret, the easier it is for things to go wrong. Xu Yan had already wanted to talk to his father and mother in detail early in the morning. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but joked: "Don't worry, Taoist priest, although my father is simple and rude. It’s a little bit more, but the Taoist priest is our Great Liang Monarch, so he naturally dare not use a knife or a gun at the Taoist priest, at most he will use his fists and feet.”

Yin Yanjun was not annoyed, but looked at Xiaolangjun with a smile on his lips: "If Marquis Wu'an really beats me up, how will Xiaolangjun treat me?"

"Tsk tsk, if Daoist is such a beautiful woman, if she is really beaten up by daddy, it will be called violent. A gentleman like me who loves fragrance and loves jade will definitely protect him in front of Daoist." There is never a shortage of these sweet words.

Now Yin Yanjun is in the right mood, and the smile in his warm eyebrows and eyes is getting stronger: "Then I will be completely protected by Mr. Xiaolang."

"It's easy to say." Xu Yanqing waved his hands indifferently, and after finishing speaking, he rested his chin and looked at Taoist Xuanchen who was joking with him in front of him, his eyes seemed to bend into crescent moons.

After resting in Yuncheng for two days, the convoy set off again. Ye Qin rode alone to escort the official's house three miles away. Under Yin Yanjun's order, he finally stopped his horse and watched the convoy drive away slowly.

Ye Qin was sitting on the horse's back and pulling the reins. He was afraid that he would also ask for an order to go to Beijing after a while. After all, it looked like the little master in the womb of the little lady would be born in three or four months.

It's really exciting!