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

Yes, I am also a person with a backer now

Stopping and stopping along the way, the distance from Kyoto is getting closer and closer. Thinking of Xiao Langjun's current physical condition, the convoy has been moving slowly. Wen Jing received the official order and rode into Beijing first to arrange all matters.

In the capital, Prince Huai was pulling Yin Yuancheng to drink, of course he was the only one who could drink vigorously, Yin Yuancheng would only take a sip occasionally to cope with the other party.

During this period of time, Prince Huai seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and he was more energetic and handsome, but he was a reckless and restless character. He was pulled to deal with state affairs on time, and it was difficult not to lose weight.

"My lord, my lord..." Eunuch Li, who was serving by Prince Huai's mansion, trotted in all the way: "My lord, great news, the servant is back."

"Wen Jing is back!" Prince Huai, who was obviously still drinking to the fullest, immediately put down his wine cup and stood up: "Does that mean the officials are back too?"

"This servant doesn't know. I just saw that the servant and supervisor just entered the city gate. He looked like he was busy all the way, but there was nothing unusual. He was quite energetic." Eunuch Li hurriedly changed his prince into the palace. Looking back, Lord Yin Xiaohou had long since disappeared.

As soon as Wenjing entered the palace, he was blocked by Prince Huai and the young master. The young master was fine, and he was able to maintain his elegant demeanor.

Only Prince Huai was so unrestrained, pulling Wen Jing's shoulder back and forth: "Insider Supervisor, have the officials returned?"

Wen Jing was tossed until his face was indifferent: "I'm back."

"Where's that person?" Prince Hua smiled happily, now he doesn't have to deal with those bald melodies, the beauties of the Kyoto Music Hall are still waiting for him!

Wen Jing replied indifferently: "It's still on the way."

"Good on the way...on the road...on..." In an instant, the excitement on Prince Huai's face disappeared, and he became depressed again.

In the end, Yin Yuancheng was more secure, and asked in a warm voice to Wen Jing: "What happened to the official family on the way, why did you send the internal guard back first?"

Wen Jing shook his head: "It's nothing serious, it's just that the official family has not returned to Beijing for a long time, and there are some trivial matters that need to be taken care of by the slaves first."

Prince Huai wanted to ask more questions, but was held back by Yin Yuancheng: "In that case, let's get busy with the internal guard first!"

"What are you pulling me for?" Prince Hua was puzzled.

Yin Yuancheng chuckled: "Of course the officials have their own plans. As long as the officials don't plan to speak out, no matter how many questions the prince asks, it will be difficult for him to get the answer he wants from the servant."

Prince Huai rubbed his chin: "That's right, let's go, let's not drink anymore, accompany me to deal with the memorial, and when the official comes back, I will ask him to reward you with a beautiful and sensible Madam Hou."

Yin Yuancheng looked bewildered, he was already betrothed, what would the government want Mrs. Hou to do, Prince Huai was really driven crazy by that pile of memorials.

After wandering all the way, he finally arrived in Kyoto when Xiao Langjun was seven and a half months pregnant.

I don't know why Xiao Langjun's morning sickness period, which has already passed, swept over again. He hugged the slightly pale Xiao Lang Jun in his arms, Yin Yanjun raised his hand and patted Xiao Lang Jun's back, and asked in a gentle voice. Said: "Mr. Xiao Lang, do you still feel unwell?"

Lying in Taoist Xuanchen's arms between the nostrils was the cool breath of the Taoist priest, which greatly relieved Xu Yanqing's desire to vomit, and he shook his head feebly: "It's okay."

Qi Chen climbed into the carriage and took Xiao Langjun's pulse again. After confirming that Xiao Langjun was in good health, he was relieved: "It is true that some women will start to have morning sickness again when they are about seven months old. The womb is not too stable, and the young master is really a bit tossing."

Dr. Xiao Qi is a scheming master. He hints to Taoist Xuanchen how difficult it is for Mr. Xiao Lang to conceive, especially when he is about to enter the capital, he will come here from time to time Mouth.

Yin Yanjun raised his eyes and glanced at Qi Chen indifferently, thinking that the other party was only thinking of the little man, and didn't care about Qi Chen's rudeness and offense.

On the contrary, Qi Chen couldn't help but shuddered under the cold gaze of Taoist Priest Xuanchen, and consciously stopped his mouth. After all, he said something too much.

A hand fell on Xiao Langjun's now growing belly and gently rubbed it. The little Douding in his belly seemed to have kicked his father, and Yin Yanjun went to see Xiao Langjun in his arms, Jun has fallen asleep drowsily.

Wen Jing brought some palace servants to wait outside the palace early on, and the emperor's carriage drove all the way from the imperial city to the gate of the palace.

The palace attendants all lowered their heads and did not dare to look too much, the curtain of the carriage was lifted by Qi Chen outside, and Yin Yanjun walked out of the carriage with Xiao Langjun in his arms.

"Send someone to settle Aunt Zhao and Doctor Xiao Qi first, and invite Doctor Han to come over." Yin Yanjun's face was stern, and as soon as he finished speaking, he carried Xiao Langjun and walked towards the palace.

Mu Yu hurriedly followed behind, but was stopped by Wen Jing: "Mr. Xu Xiaolang is not feeling well?" Otherwise, the official would not have such a cold face.

To be honest, Mu Yu is still a little confused now. He has always been slow to react. He just felt that he had just accepted that his husband was pregnant with Taoist Xuanchen's child. After a few days, he suddenly found out that Taoist Xuanchen was actually the current sage. This made him wish he could plop down on his knees as soon as his legs softened.

Turning his head in a daze, Mu Yu looked at Wen Jing who was wearing a crimson round-neck and narrow-sleeved shirt, and he said in a daze, "Master Wen Jing... no, it's Mr. Internal Supervisor..."

Wen Jing, who had always known Mu Yu's temperament, raised his hand and patted Mu Yu reassuringly, and asked again: "Mr. Xu Xiaolang is not feeling well?"

Mu Yu finally came to his senses, nodded and said, "I don't know why Lang Jun has started to vomit again these days."

Wen Jing nodded, no wonder the officials looked like that just now, he raised his hand and summoned a servant: "Now you go to the Imperial Hospital quickly to invite Doctor Han over, and by the way, take Dr. Qi to the hospital principal .”

The waiter lowered his head and replied: "Yes."

Wen Jing took Mu Yu into the palace together, and Ban Ban was waiting outside the inner hall door, he whispered to Mu Yu some precautions in the palace: "You are the servant who serves by your side, you don't usually Leaving your side easily, if you have trivial matters, you can tell the servants in the hall to serve, and if there is anything they can't handle, let them come to me."

Mu Yu nodded earnestly. Although he is dull, he can tell the difference between good and evil, but he will definitely obey everything that is good for Mr. Lang.

In the Changxin Hall, Yin Yanjun slowly put Xiao Langjun into the bed. The mattress on the bed was soft and tinged with coolness. The sleeping Xiao Langjun didn't recognize the bed, he rubbed his cheek against the pillow , slept more peacefully.

Yin Yanjun's eyes softened a lot, and he raised his hand to slowly take off the coat on Xiao Langjun's body, and helped Xiao Langjun change into a comfortable pajamas.

Some ice was used in the palace in advance, even though it was sultry and hot outside, the inside of the palace was still comfortable and pleasant. Pulling the thin quilt on the bed and putting it on Xiao Langjun, Yin Yanjun sat down beside the bed.

Because Wen Jing had already made the arrangements, Doctor Han came very quickly, but there was no movement in the hall, so Doctor Han stood guard outside the hall.

After more than half an hour, the official's cold voice finally sounded in the hall. Han Yuyi straightened his appearance, walked into the hall, and saluted the official sitting in front of the bed: "My minister kowtows to the official."

"Han Aiqing is alive." Yin Yanjun's Duansu cold eyes fell on Han Yuyi: "If I remember correctly, Han Yuyi should be particularly good at delivering babies and recuperating women."

"Returning to the official's house is a little better than other ministers." Han Yuyi always bowed his head and replied, he was a little startled, lest he saw something he shouldn't see.

Mr. Xiao Lang, who was sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes in a daze. He was a little confused about where he was, but the Daoist Xuanchen sitting next to him made him very relieved, so he raised his hand and tugged at him. His sleeves: "Master Taoist."

Hearing the words, Yin Yanjun turned his head and looked sideways at Xiao Langjun who was waking up, took the warm water on the tea table and handed it over: "Drink the water first, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Xu Yanqing, who sat up slowly, gulped down the water and finally became more awake. He shook his head: "I don't feel much now, maybe it was just the vertigo caused by the carriage ride before."

It's not a day or two to spit up salted fish in mourning batches, and now it's become a habit and I feel it's nothing serious.

"You!" Yin Yanjun raised his hand and gently pinched Xiao Langjun's chubby cheeks. In the past few days, Xiao Langjun's face was pale from vomiting, which really shocked him. Now, seeing that he finally looked better, He can naturally relax slowly.

"I asked Doctor Han to diagnose your pulse. Doctor Han is the best doctor in the palace who is good at gynecology. From now on, he and Qi Chen will take care of Mr. Xiaolang." Yin Yanjun's tone was very gentle, at least in Doctor Han There was a gentleness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Hmm." Xianyu nodded lazily. Anyway, he was thinking about his body. Naturally, he also wanted to give birth to the little Douding in his stomach safely, so naturally he would not refuse the Taoist priest's arrangement.

Yin Yanjun raised his hand again and rubbed the top of Xiao Langjun's head, and then quietly asked Han Yuyi to come to him to check Xiao Langjun's pulse.

Mr. Xiao Lang's abdomen was raised high, and anyone with a discerning eye could see what it meant. Han Yuyi immediately lowered his eyes and took the pulse pillow from the medicine box. I was stunned.

This pulse is indeed the pulse of a pregnant person, but he found out that the nobleman on the bed was obviously a man. Doctor Han was puzzled. He tremblingly raised his head to look at the nobleman on the bed, but saw the delicate-looking young man. Lang Jun blinked at him.

"Dare to ask Doctor Han, what's wrong with my body?" Xianyu's shame has long been forgotten, and she only looks at the stunned Doctor Han jokingly.

"No...it's nothing serious. Maybe it's because of the long journey, I'm a little tired, and I'll be fine after a few days of rest." Han Yuyi was stunned and felt that the world in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Xu Yanqing's eyes fell on Taoist Priest Xuanchen who was sitting by the bed again, he raised his hand and tugged on the other party's sleeve: "Among the many people who want to come to check my pulse, only Taoist Priest is the calmest, don't tell me Is the emperor really different?"

Yin Yanjun glanced at the joking young man, shook his head in amazement, and then said to Han Yuyi: "From now on, Xiao Lang will be handed over to Han Yuyi, and I will arrange a familiar young man for you. The little medical officer who is in charge of Lang Jun's physical condition will serve in Changxin Hall together with Han Yuyi."

"Yes, I obey the order." Han Yuyi's face was shocked, and he knelt down to receive the order.

"Go down first." Yin Yanjun waved his hand lightly, Han Yuyi hurriedly got up and exited Changxin Hall.

Sangpi Xianyu leaned lazily on the pillow, and his eyes fell on the cool and cold Taoist Xuanchen with some interest.

Yin Yanjun turned his head and saw Xiao Langjun with crooked eyes, his mood that had been tense for many days softened instantly: "What are you laughing at, Xiao Langjun?"

"The laughing official's family is so majestic and dignified, it's not like the Taoist priests I usually see!" However, whether it is the majesty of the emperor or the lenient Taoist priests, everything is in line with Xianyu's heart, making Xianyu want to send people away. Tucked into the sleeves and sneaked out of the palace.

Being teased by Xiao Langjun, Yin Yanjun's ears turned red slightly, and he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He grabbed Xiao Langjun's hand and kneaded it in his hand: "When I became the throne, I relied on Iron and blood have just cleared the court, and being an emperor is different from others."

If possible, Yin Yanjun would also like to be a simple Taoist priest, who was born in Taoist temple and grew up in Taoist temple.

If he had met Xiao Langjun at that time, he would probably have planted his head on Xiao Langjun, and then returned home, only looking forward to being with Xiao Langjun for a long time.

Now being an emperor is much more cumbersome, and Mr. Xiao Lang still has a lot of taboos in his heart, Jun Yin Yan can naturally understand, but he does not want to force Mr. Xiao Lang, after all, it is best when things come to fruition.

About the past of the emperor, Xu Yan could be considered to have heard about it early in the morning. After all, the Tian family has no family. I want to hold people tightly in my arms, pat and kiss them.

Yin Yanjun didn't stay in Changxin Palace for too long, Prince Huai rushed to the palace as soon as he heard the news that the official family had returned to the palace, and asked to see the official family.

Even if he is not in the capital, he can assign state affairs to Prince Huai. Now that Yin Yanjun has returned to Beijing, he can't keep oppressing others. After all, he will be used more often by Prince Huai in the future. A gleam of light flashed in Yin Yanjun's eyes.

Xianyu naturally didn't notice it, he was still immersed in the mood that Taoist priest Xuanchen was a little pitiful, he couldn't help explaining this to himself before seeing the Taoist priest leaving, and he couldn't hold back and didn't hurry up. drive away.

The little servant outside the palace gate came to pass on again: "My lord, Prince Huai has been urging me to see the official family."

Wen Jing glanced at the tightly closed door calmly, a smile flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at the hurried little servant, and couldn't help scolding: "What's the hurry, let the prince wait for a while, It is said that the official family has just returned to the palace and is already changing the laundry."

The little servant received the order from the supervisor, raised his feet and ran towards the imperial study.

Knowing that Mr. Xiao Lang has always been impatient, Yin Yanjun only rubbed on Mr. Xiao Lang's cheek: "If there is anything, just tell Wen Jing."

"Doesn't the Taoist priest bring the internal guard with him?" Xianyu didn't want Wenjing to lose his job because of himself.

"It's nothing important. If you are sleepy, Mr. Xiaolang, you can sleep for a while, and the imperial meal will be sent to Changxin Hall later." Yin Yanjun looked warm and gentle, thinking of Prince Huai who had been waiting for a long time in the imperial study, and finally got up. leave.

Wen Jing is still waiting outside, the faint gentleness of Yin Yanjun is suddenly replaced by indifference and alienation, this is the emperor Wen Jing has always been familiar with.

"You stay here to serve Mr. Xiaolang for the time being, and if there is anything missing, you can quickly buy it." Yin Yanjun said slowly.

Wen Jing was shocked and bowed his head to accept the order, watching the emperor slowly leave Changxin Hall.

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang, who had already taken a nap, was naturally not sleepy at the moment. He put on his clothes and opened the door, probably thinking about his special situation, so there were not many servants serving in Changxin Hall.

"Lang Jun, you're awake!" Mu Yu leaned in front of her lord and pointed to the back of the yard: "Your lord, you don't know that there is a gazebo in the backyard, which is very similar to our residence in Xujia Village!"

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang was carried all the way into the Changxin Hall by Taoist Xuanchen while he was in a coma. Only now did he see the bricks, tiles, plants and trees in the Changxin Hall.

Following Mu Yu's footsteps, Mr. Xianyu strolled all the way to the yard. There was an evergreen tree in the yard with lush branches and leaves casting a shadow. Next to the big tree was a gazebo with a spacious and luxurious reclining chair inside. , There is a set of tables and chairs next to the recliner, which is indeed somewhat similar to the small courtyard in Xujia Village.

"The internal servant has a heart." Xu Yanqing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Wen Jing who came with him: "But it's because of me that the Taoist priest left the internal servant here. The internal servant will not annoy me because of it!"

A smile appeared on Wen Jing's face in an instant: "Lang Jun is such a joker. It is Wen Jing's blessing to be able to serve by Lang Jun's side. Lang Jun is hungry. I will go to the imperial dining room to urge him."

Xianyu lazily stretched his waist. He had been riding in a carriage for the past few days, but he didn't toss him to pieces: "Okay, let's eat!"

The imperial meals in the palace are extremely delicious, and there is no shortage of herbal meals prepared by Aunt Zhao herself. When it was time to eat, Qi Chen jumped out of nowhere, looking very excited.

"Did you pick up gold on the road?" Anyway, the Taoist priest was not there, so Xianyu simply asked everyone to eat with him.

Qi Chen couldn't help shaking his head and shaking his head: "No, no, after all, I have become the youngest medical officer in the Imperial Hospital." This is a glorious honor, but it didn't make him overjoyed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really amazing." Xianyu imitated Qi Chen's way of shaking his head and shaking his head, feeling a lot of emotion. People with great ambitions are really worthy of praise, but Xianyu is still a salty fish, and has no desire to stand up at all. .

After lunch, Sangpi Xianyu sat at the desk and picked up his pen and ink, his delicate little face wrinkled together in pain.

Mu Yu sat on his knees and studied ink for his lord, and asked in confusion when he saw this, "What's wrong, lord?"

"Mu Yu, do you think that if my father and mother know that I have lived in the palace directly after returning to Beijing, will they just bring a knife into the palace and chop me up?" Before returning to Beijing, Xu Yanqing had already given the The letter, my father and mother should have received the letter at about this time.

Mu Yu also wrinkled his face, and said with trepidation: "Master Hou should not be able to do it, after all, Lang Jun also has a backer right now." Even if Hou Ye wanted to do something to Lang Jun, he would naturally not pick this time.

"Yes, I also have a backer now." Sangpi Xianyu clapped his hands to cheer himself up, the Taoist priest would never watch him being beaten up by his father.

The master and the servant talked a lot together, and the mourning batch salted fish finally took up the pen again, and quickly finished writing a letter: "Let the internal steward help deliver the letter to the Hou's mansion, it is estimated that it will barely pass today's father." Auntie is about to invite an edict to enter the palace."

Mu Yu took the letter and nodded cautiously.

The atmosphere in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion seemed particularly strange, the servants came and went very quietly, lest they would startle the master in the room.

"Father and mother, otherwise I will go to Xujia Village to bring Ah Qing back." Xu Xianzhi was wearing a bunt and faced his father with a slightly sad face.

Su slapped the table fiercely: "You go and pick it up, where are you going to pick it up? He was the one who made a fuss about going to Xujia Village, but now that everything has been arranged for him, he ran back by himself."

"Don't worry, Ah Qing is not so out of tune, he said that someone escorted him all the way back to the capital, maybe they are already in the capital by now." Marquis Wu An held his wife's hand Hold it in the palm of your hand: "Does it hurt from clapping your hand? I'll rub it for my wife."

Xu Xianzhi, who was full of his father and mother's dog food, really wanted to look up at the sky, and even desperately hoped that that stinky boy Ah Qing would come back quickly. It would be comforting for the two brothers to eat dog food together.

Su's anger was soothed by Wu'anhou, a rough guy, with a few words. Just as he was speaking, a servant walked in tremblingly: "Master, madam, there are people outside asking to see you."

"Who, just say that it's not convenient for the Hou's mansion to see guests right now." Marquis Wu An was busy coaxing his wife, so he didn't have time to meet any outsiders.

The servant faltered and said: "He...he said he was the one who delivered the letter for our little man."

"Help Ah Qing deliver the letter..." Su's complexion changed: "Hurry up and invite people in."

"Yes." The servant hurried out.

The letter was delivered by Wen Jing himself. After waiting for a while outside the gate of Marquis Wu'an's mansion, he was invited in by his servants.

Wen Jing of the Marquis of Wu'an had also been here a few times before, and they all came to the Marquis's mansion to proclaim the decree. Now it was the first time for him to wear ordinary clothes and come for the future "Queen Empress".

Mr. Xiao Lang is extremely dull, but Wen Jing can see it clearly. Their Qingfeng Jiyue official family obviously has selfish intentions for Mr. Xiao Lang, and wants to keep him in the palace for a long time, but for some reason, the official family seems to be He didn't mean to puncture the window paper with Xiao Langjun.

Wen Jing was puzzled, but Wen Jing was sensible, and it was the only thing he could do to match Mr. Xiaolang and the officials overtly and secretly.

"Guests, please." The servant took Wen Jing all the way to the study.

Hearing footsteps in the study, Xu Xianzhi walked over and opened the door, and saw a very familiar figure head on.

"Master Internal Supervisor!" Xu Xianzhi is the champion of martial arts. Although there are not many chances to face the saint, he has met Wen Jing, an internal servant who is highly valued by officials, a few times. He never expected that the so-called delivering letters for his younger brother The man turned out to be Wen Jing.

"What internal servant?" Seeing the eldest son standing at the door, Marquis Wu An raised his head a little too late.

Wen Jing walked into the room unceremoniously, and bowed to Marquis Wu An and Xu Xianzhi who walked beside Marquis Wu An: "Wen Jing has seen Lord Hou, and the prince!"