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

Qingqing is definitely reluctant...

Xu Yanqing hesitantly raised his hand and landed on Yin Yanjun's smooth paw, and in the next second his hand was firmly held by Yin Yanjun.

"It turns out that the Taoist priest is sleeping on a fake." Xu Yanqing raised the corner of his lips, leaned forward and lightly bit Yin Yanjun's chin as punishment.

There was a faint smile in Yin Yanjun's eyes, he pressed his forehead against Xu Yanqing's, and said slowly: "Seeing that Mr. Xiaolang is sleeping soundly, I will take a nap with you for a while. This is not deceiving Mr. Xiaolang."

Xu Yanqing blinked his eyes, and his long eyelashes flashed past Yin Yanjun's eyes: "The Taoist priest and my father talked for a long time in the imperial study today, but they want to learn martial arts again?"

A faint laughter overflowed from Yin Yanjun's throat, and he gently kneaded the palm of Xiaolangjun with his fingertips: "Yuanchen's full moon ceremony should have been prepared early, does Qingqing have any arrangements for Yuanchen's future?"

"Hmm." Xu Yanqing understood the meaning of Yin Yanjun's words, and turned his eyes smartly. He buried his hairy head in Yin Yanjun's shoulder and rubbed it: "Didn't the Taoist priest say before that he would send me back to Marquis of Wu'an?" House?"

These words were the promise Yin Yanjun made not long ago when he wanted to coax Mr. Xiaolang from Xujiacun to return to Beijing.

"Mr. Xiao Lang naturally wants to return to the Marquis of Wu'an, so that he can re-enter the palace through the central gate of the beam and be my lifelong partner." Yin Yanjun had never said such a wild thing before meeting Mr. Xiao Lang. discourse.

Now facing Mr. Xiao Lang, it was like a flood that had opened the floodgates. Fierce feelings poured out. One hand was already tightly clasped around Mr. Xiao Lang's waist. Jun Yinyan's ear tips turned slightly red at some point.

The Taoist priest's chest thumped more and more violently, Xu Yanqing buried himself in the opponent's arms, and after a while he laughed, with a slight tone of voice: "The Taoist priest is begging me—to grow old together with you."

A double entendre, the little man's eyes were sparkling with jokes, but Yin Yanjun calmed down, with his arms around Xu Yanqing's waist, the expression in his handsome eyes was firm: "Yes, I am begging the little man to be able to—— grow old together."

The two looked at each other, and they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes. Suddenly Yin Yanjun's eyelashes trembled, and he gently raised his hand to support Xiao Langjun's chubby face, with the tip of his nose intersecting and his lips and teeth intersecting.

There seemed to be a hint of sweet and greasy fragrance in the air, and after a while, the teasing in the bright eyes of the young man dissipated, and a layer of water was brought on instead.

When Yin Yanjun finally let go of the person with a red face, Xiao Langjun rolled his eyes and suddenly coughed lightly, with a very serious expression: "Although the Taoist priest's attitude is very sincere, the Taoist priest will always do what he promised me. , after all, you have no jokes."

Yin Yanjun's Qingjun eyes were full of doting, and his fingertips lightly rubbed against Xu Yan's clear and tender ear: "Qingqing looks up."

Hearing this, Xu Yanqing was a little dazed and looked up, only to see the baby who had slept soundly in the cradle, and even smacked his little mouth from time to time.

Xianyu Xiaolang was dizzy and didn't quite understand what Yin Yanjun meant, but he heard Yin Yanjun explain in a gentle but firm and decisive voice: "Yuan Chen is my eldest son, and will also be the only heir of Daliang. As the crown prince, he should naturally have an identity that can be put on the scene."

Before Xiao Langjun could reply, Yin Yanjun continued to speak slowly: "There are two choices for Yuan Chen's identity now, one is to fabricate him a mother who died of dystocia, and the other is to stand up and admit that you are a child." biological father."

It seems that what Yin Yanjun said to Xu Yanqing was not very embarrassing, but for a moment Xu Yanqing hesitated for a moment, there is no doubt that he likes the Taoist priest.

But there is still a little bit of fear in his heart, fear of the so-called "married life".

"Yuan Chen is so attached to Xiao Langjun, Qingqing will definitely not be willing to let Yuan Chen enter the royal genealogy, and the name of his biological mother is written under another person's name." Yin Yanjun put his arms around Xiao Langjun's waist and said with a smile: "Qingqing is definitely reluctant..."

The little boy crawled out of his stomach. If the little boy was really written under someone else's name, regardless of whether this person existed or not, Xu Yanqing would feel a little uncomfortable no matter how hard he tried.

Taking another bite on Yin Yanjun's jaw, Xu Yanqing licked his head on the other person's body, and weakly tugged on Yin Yanjun's sleeve: "Now the Daoist is getting worse and worse."

Yin Yanjun was slightly startled, and then chuckled: "Qingqing should understand my mind." Qingjun's face was still as pale as a green bamboo, as if he was still the immortal, breezy and breezy fairy, but his heart was moved. Delusion, wanting to enclose Mr. Xiao Lang in his territory.

"So the Taoist priest talked with my father in the imperial study for so long today, and he just talked about the issue of the boy's ownership?" Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang lay down on his back in an instant.

"Hou Ming of Wu'an looks like a rough old man, but in fact he is the most careful." Yin Yanjun hugged Mr. Xiaolang into his arms, and now he is more and more familiar with these small gestures of intimacy between the two: "The Marquis of Wu'an's mansion is not He doesn't plan to produce a queen, after all Marquis Wu'an has seen with his own eyes the gossip in the palace, so his first thought was actually to bring Mr. Xiao Lang back to Marquis Wu'an's mansion."

Marquis Wu An didn't reveal those unspeakable little thoughts in his heart too clearly.

It's just that he mentioned it twice in secret, but no matter how euphemistic and subtle he said, how could he escape Yin Yanjun's eyes.

"Marquis Wu'an's idea is actually very simple, just follow Qingqing's own will." Getting up from the bed, Yin Yanjun took off Xiao Langjun's clothes from the hanger and helped Xiao Lang Jun put them on one by one.

Xu Yanqing was a little hesitant, put on his clothes and sat obediently on the edge of the bed, looked up at Yin Yanjun who was like a crown jade in front of him: "When the boy's full moon ceremony comes, the Taoist priest must remember to welcome me into the palace. "

Yin Yanjun glanced at Xiao Langjun helplessly, his decisive killing and self-sufficiency came to Xiao Langjun's place, everything became empty talk.

"Okay." There was no trace of impatience in his tone, and his temper with the young man Yin Yanjun was extremely good.

Xiao Langjun would put his nose on his face, and when he saw that the Taoist priest had fulfilled his small thoughts, a satisfied smile immediately filled his delicate cheeks, and he raised his hand to grab the tassel around the Taoist priest's waist with great interest.

In the evening, the little cub woke up and played a little game with his favorite daddy for a while, and then was taken to the next door by the nanny to nurse. At the same time, Aunt Zhao sent Xiao Langjun today's soup.

Mr. Xiao Lang wished he could hide in the sky to show his resistance to Bu Tang.

Yin Yanjun couldn't laugh or cry and caught Xiao Langjun who was running around, Xu Yanqing pitifully grabbed the Taoist priest's sleeve and tugged twice: "I really don't want to drink tonic soup."

"Aunt Zhao specially picked the fattest pigeons, carefully skimmed off the oil and boiled it for a whole day to make this pot of soup. If she doesn't drink it clearly, Aunt Zhao will be sad." Yin Yanjun sat down to Xiao Lang with the soup. By Jun's side, he hugged the man and coaxed him gently for a while.

Xu Yanqing's face was mournful, and he felt aggrieved: "If the priest doesn't tell, Aunt Zhao won't know."

"Qingqing is underestimating Aunt Zhao." Yin Yanjun put the pigeon soup on the table, and quietly leaned over to kiss Xiao Langjun's lips: "Aunt Zhao's eyes are vicious, even if it is Xiao Lang Jun After drinking the tonic soup once, she might be able to see it."

Xu Yanqing rubbed against Yin Yanjun sullenly, waiting for the Taoist priest to bring the soup bowl over again, he could only sit obediently in the chair and open his mouth to drink the soup.

Aunt Zhao's handicraft is very good, but no matter how good her handicraft is, she can't hold back eating and drinking every day. Xu Yanqing only thinks that her casual hiccups taste like tonic soup.

Xu Yanqing, who was "marinated" by the soup, was forced to wander around the Hanliang Temple for several times, and finally knelt lazily by the desk, watching the priest review the memorial.

The little cub babbled and was hugged by the nurse, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and brought the little cub in front of him because he was really bored.

Seeing his father and son happily spitting bubbles, Xu Yanqing turned his eyes and raised his hand to bring the cradle to the desk.

So Yin Yanjun, who was reviewing the memorabilia, saw an extravagant little boy on a pile of memorabilia the next moment.

The little boy's bright eyes like his father's salted fish rolled back and forth twice, just in time to meet his father's estranged gaze, opened his mouth and subconsciously said twice, and the next moment the little boy fell silent .

Xu Yanqing sat on the side and held his chin, watching with great interest. The Taoist priest treated the little boy very patiently.

Even though the government affairs were disturbed, he still immediately put down the vermilion pen in his hand, and gently pinched the little boy's hand with his fingertips.

The little cub was half a month old, and was finally released after being tied up in swaddling clothes for more than ten days. He was currently lying in the cradle in a small red dress, holding one of his father's fingers with his little hand and babbling Called twice.

Xu Yanqing was watching the excitement with his chin resting on his chin, when he saw Yin Yanjun lightly carried the little cub out of the cradle, even though the little cub was only half a month old, his little hands and feet were quite vigorous.

Yin Yanjun's posture of holding the child became more and more familiar, with one hand covering the little boy's back, and the other hand holding the little boy's butt.

But it would be more beautiful if the Taoist priest didn't send the little boy into his arms, Xu Yanqing's face was full of rejection.

But it's a pity, Yin Yanjun didn't seem to let go of Xianyu Xiaolangjun's preparation, so the limp little boy was stuffed into Xu Yanqing's arms in the next moment.

There was a faint milky scent on the little boy's body, and his chubby little hands rested on Xu Yanqing's chest as soon as he fell into his arms.

He had only teased the baby in the cradle, and this was the first time Xu Yanqing held the baby with his own hands. He froze and did not dare to move at all, for fear of throwing the limp baby to the ground.

Compared with the nervous little man, the little boy was obviously much more excited. He rubbed his little paws on his father's body, and finally grabbed one of the little man's ears and refused to let go.

"Taoist..." Xu Yanqing's eyes fell on Yin Yanjun begging for help, and he wished he could immediately put the limp and boneless brat back into the Taoist's arms.

There was a slight smile on Yin Yanjun's clear and handsome brows, and he stretched out his hand to support the little boy hanging on Xiao Langjun's body.

But at this moment, the little boy is caring about his father, holding Xu Yanqing's ear with his little hand, and he is unwilling to let go. Seeing that his father is going to take him away, two bubbles come out of his mouth, and he frowned and moaned. .

This little brat looks a bit like his father, with a stern face full of rejection.

After failing to request support, Xu Yanqing could only hug the little boy honestly, and imitated the Taoist priest's appearance, supporting the little boy's limp body with both hands.

Fortunately, although the cub is very energetic, he is still just a cub who has not yet reached the full moon. After playing with his father for a while, he opened his toothless mouth and let out a big yawn.

Yin Yanjun finally raised his hand and tore the sleepy cub off Xiaolangjun's body and put him in the cradle.

Xu Yanqing heaved a sigh of relief, and limply lay on the desk. It turned out that taking care of the children was so tiring, and Xianyu was extremely tired.

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After the wound on Xiao Langjun's stomach healed, he always felt itchy, and he often raised his hand uncontrollably to scratch the healed scar.

Yin Yanjun saw it once, and immediately ordered Doctor Han to come over and prescribe ointment, but no matter how good the ointment is, it can only slightly reduce the itching of the wound and not completely solve the problem. Xu Yanqing still couldn't help scratching his stomach secretly.

Therefore, when Yin Yanjun was handling government affairs, he directly brought Xu Yanqing to the imperial study.

This is Xu Yanqing's first time stepping into the Imperial Study Room. There are many Daoist priests' books here. He raised his eyes and looked at those boring words, and his head hurts. However, Xu Yanqing found that there are many interesting books under the bookshelf. .

Raising his eyebrows, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and took out a few books, and nestled in the reclining chair behind the screen.

Mu Yu waited by her husband's side, obeying the official's order, watching the young gentleman at all times and not scratching the scar on his stomach with his hands.

Suddenly there was a screen in the imperial study room, and people could be vaguely seen behind the screen. The ministers who came in to meet the officials couldn't help but think of the pregnant nobleman at the palace banquet, and secretly speculated in their hearts. .

Yin Yanjun was sitting upright behind the dragon table, his expression was as cold and distant as before, and there was no difference in his expression.

After the winter, the weather became colder day by day, and when Yin Yanjun finished handling all matters and walked behind the screen, Mr. Xiao Lang was nestling in the recliner with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Mu Yu moved a chair and sat next to Xiao Langjun with a book in his hand. As soon as Xiao Langjun nodded to signal him, he immediately raised his hand and turned it backwards.

The master and servant were very happy after looking through it, and even Yin Yanjun walked in and didn't notice any movement.

It wasn't until Yin Yanjun took the book from Mu Yu that Xu Yanqing raised his hand slowly.

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