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

Do you really want to move back to the Marquis of Wu'an?

Yin Yanjun slowly raised his hand to put it on, and pinched Xiaolangjun's soft palm habitually: "But is it boring to stay in the imperial study?"

"That's not the case. After all, the Taoist priest who handles government affairs is also worthy of appreciation." Xu Yanqing raised his eyebrows jokingly, with a lively and bright smile on his delicate face.

In the tenth month of pregnancy, Xiao Lang seems to have grown a little taller, and was ruthlessly teased by Xiao Qi's medical officer as a secondary development. Xu Yanqing's salty fish mentality was regarded as Qi Chen's envy and jealousy of him after he grew taller.

Right now Xu Yanqing is wearing the winter clothes that Shang Yijian sent over not long ago, because the winter has just entered not too long, so the brocade robes are not so heavy.

Mu Yu didn't know when to back out, Yin Yanjun gently pulled a chair and sat down beside Xiao Langjun, holding the book that Xiao Langjun was reading before.

The solemn and majestic emperor opened the book in his hand and said slowly, the content in the book was beyond the secular taboos, and being read so slowly by Yin Yanjun gave him a feeling of being unclear.

Xu Yanqing lazily nestled back into the reclining chair, resting his chin and staring at the daoist priest's handsome face. Sure enough, although he usually has a salty mind, his vision is still very vicious. Only in this way can he find the daoist priest Such a beauty.

Yin Yanjun's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if no matter how long it had passed, his burning gaze towards Xiao Langjun was filled with an inexplicable throbbing, and the tips of his ears were slightly red, but his mouth did not stop, and continued to speak the words in the storybook. The story came slowly.

Xu Yanqing accompanied the Taoist priest to the imperial study for five days, during which time, a few ministers occasionally saw the little man behind the screen, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, the official seems to be really moved, otherwise he wouldn't Bring the nobleman who is pregnant with the child to the imperial study.

Xu Yanqing, who had already given birth to a cub, didn't know what the ministers were thinking. He had lived a very unrestrained and happy life these past few days. under the traces.

Xu Yanqing guessed that those scripts had been put into the imperial study a long time ago, but the Taoist priest didn't find out so he didn't order the palace servants to dispose of them. Now, Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang, who is deeply obsessed with scripts, has been fulfilled.

Yin Yanjun looked at Xiao Langjun's clear and handsome eyes with gentle pampering, those officials couldn't see the expressions on the officials' faces clearly, but the lingering atmosphere did not need words.

A few days later, a group of ministers heard the sound of rattles again in the imperial study, as if someone was teasing a child behind a screen, and there were a few babbling sounds of children from time to time.

The ministers were bewildered, and they saw that the official's face was still as usual, but since then, the official has carried the child outside the screen openly.

The soft and tender child is extremely cute, but because he is too young, he spends most of his time sleeping in the pram.

Only once or twice when a group of ministers saw a child making a fuss, the officials just glanced at it lightly, then put down the government affairs in their hands, turned around and picked the child up from the pram.

A group of ministers said that the official's posture of holding a child is very serious and familiar, and it looks gentler than their group of people who have children and grandchildren in their families.

The child is too young to tell whether he looks like the official family just by looking at it, but the child is very close to the official family, just now he was still making noise in the pram, and after a while in the official's arms, he became quiet When he got down, his chubby little hands clutched the skirt of the official's clothes and slept more soundly than before.

The nobleman behind the screen never came out to coax the child, and just let the child wrap around the official's body.

As a result, the news that the official family had a royal heir spread across the court with lightning speed. As for who the nobleman next to the official family was, few people could know the truth.

Just when the courtiers were guessing the identity of the nobleman, Xu Yanqing had already started pulling Mu Yu and Qi Chen to pack their luggage for leaving the palace.

Of course, it was impossible for Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang to reach out to pack his luggage, so he just took Qi Chen and sat next to the wooden box to help the palace servants fold their clothes.

Neither of the two guys could fold the clothes in a serious manner, they either put them crookedly or they couldn't bear to look directly at them, and the honest Mu Yu was so angry that he drove the two of them aside and waited obediently.

Knowing that Mr. Xu Xiaolang was going to move back to the Marquis of Wu'an, Yin Yuanshuang sent a message to the palace two days ago, saying that after Xu Yanqing returned to the Marquis's mansion, several people made an appointment to play in the Zhuangzi together.

Yin Yuancheng has already made an engagement date with the girl from the Chu family, and he has been very busy recently, and now he finally has free time, so it is not necessary to have a good get-together.

Holding a cup of hot tea, Mr. Xiao Lang, the salted fish, sipped lightly one after another, looking very relaxed.

While drinking tea, Qi Chen sneaked a look at the young man who was sitting in the chair. After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Lang really wants to move back to Marquis Wu'an's residence?"

"What's the matter?" Xianyu Xiaolang looked up at Qi Chen casually: "Marquis Wu'an's Mansion is my home, why are you so excited when I go back to my own home?"

"Then what did the officials say?" Qi Chen looked a little confused: "And are you going to take the little prince away or stay in the palace?"

"Of course he stays in the palace." Xu Yanqing replied without hesitation: "The little brat is getting close to his father right now!"

"Then when do you plan to return to the palace?"

"Hmm." Xu Yanqing put down the teacup in his hand, raised his hand to touch his chin and his eyes sparkled brightly: "Don't worry about it right now, I have to go home for a while to be clean and clean."

After hearing this, Qi Chen couldn't see it: "Only Mr. Lang has the nerve to say that he wants to be clean? I live so chicly in the Hanliang Palace all day, is there something unclean?"

Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang didn't feel bad about his heart: "You little brat is pestering you every day, so of course it's not clean."

All right, Mr. Xu Xiaolang is happy, Qi Chen expressed his deep admiration for this.

There was a pile of Langjun's clothes in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, so Mu Yu didn't pack too much luggage. When Yin Yanjun came back from court, Xianyu Xiaolangjun was already nestled in the recliner and drowsy.

Yin Yanjun walked over lightly and lifted the quilt covering Xiao Langjun's head, revealing the little Langjun who was sleeping in a daze and kept shaking.

A slightly cold finger landed on the top of Xiao Langjun's head, Xu Yanqing was not awakened, but habitually rubbed Yin Yanjun's finger.

The recliner swayed for a long time and finally stopped, and the little man lying on it had already fallen into a deep sleep.

There are two small wooden boxes in Hanliang Hall, inside are Mu Yu's packed luggage, most of them are some new clothes sent by the Shangyi Supervisor not long ago, the fabric looks ordinary but it is Yin Yanjun's personal Curry's best material.

Yin Yanjun asked Wen Jing to take the key to take out the fabrics, and made some fashionable winter clothes for the young man and the queen mother.

Mr. Xiao Lang slept soundly in the recliner, and the little boy was watched by a nanny in the side hall. Jun Yinyan glanced at him twice when he came. Look through.

Those books are the ones Xiao Langjun is reading recently, not the ones found by Wen Jing in the palace, but brought in by Qi Chen when he returned home some time ago.

To be able to catch Xiao Langjun's eyes, the content in those scriptures is naturally extraordinary. Yin Yanjun's face is as cold and alienated as ever, even if he sees the plot that breaks through human relations in the scriptures, he still can't make him move a little bit.

So when Mr. Xianyu woke up from his dream, he saw the Taoist priest holding a scripture book in his hand and slowly flipping through it, and he looked very relaxed and comfortable.

"Wake up." Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang just opened his eyes when Yin Yanjun put down the notebook in his hand and slowly raised his head towards Mr. Xiaolang.

After sleeping in winter and then waking up feeling a little cold, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but raised his hand and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

This is a problem that Mr. Yin Yan discovered in winter. Mr. Xiaolang likes to sleep with his head tightly covered in winter.

No matter how light and warm the quilt on the dragon couch was, Yin Yanjun was still a little worried about whether Xiao Langjun would be out of breath.

So I often wake up at night to help Mr. Xiaolang pull down the quilt to prevent the quilt from covering his face.

However, it is obvious that Xiao Langjun's habit is difficult to change. Even though Yin Yanjun has corrected it many times, every time Xiao Langjun falls asleep, he will immediately tear off the quilt and burrow hard into the bed.

Later, Yin Yanjun got used to it, and no longer compulsively let Xiao Langjun show his face from the bed, but let Xiao Langjun sleep on his side, and his arms slightly clasped Xiao Langjun's waist, so that Xiao Langjun's whole body Almost all lay in his arms, so naturally they would not think about pulling the quilt.

Dazedly opened his eyes and took a look at Yin Yanjun, Xu Yanqing took Yin Yanjun's hand by his side and stuffed it into his bosom habitually, and slowly stuffed one hand into Yin Yanjun's sleeve.

There was a little smile in Yin Yanjun's eyes, and he pulled Xiao Langjun and whispered twice. After a long time, Xiao Langjun finally became more energetic, and sat up crookedly from the reclining chair.

Xu Yanqing raised his hand to touch Dao Chang's chin, he felt a little hairy, and some short stubble appeared again, but it was not as obvious as before.

The eyes that had been dazed and staring just now lit up immediately, Xu Yanqing stood up from the recliner and ran to the bathroom to get a full set of tools for a long and clean face, and then pattered all the way from the bathroom trot out.

Xu Yanqing raised his hand and pulled up Yin Yanjun who was sitting next to the reclining chair, pulled the chair and sat down in front of the mirror.

All the tools for Jingmian were arranged in a row on the table, and Mr. Xiao Lang pointed to them excitedly and asked, "Which one do you want to use first?"

In the previous life, Xu Yanqing's body hair was not obvious, so even at the age of college, he hadn't used a razor much, and he had never seen anyone with a clean face for so long after wearing a book, so he was a little curious.

There was a row of small knives on the table, some of which looked extraordinarily sharp. Although Xu Yanqing was a little excited to hold them in his hands, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"Put hot water on it first before you can use these knives." Yin Yanjun's gaze on Xiao Langjun was extraordinarily warm, and the corners of his lips could not help but rise slightly when seeing Xiao Langjun's frantic appearance.

After Xiao Langjun panicked for a while, Yin Yanjun pointed out a clear way.

Xu Yanqing came to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly took the water basin to pour hot water.

Now it's winter, although it's not time to use the charcoal fire, but because the little prince may need hot water all the time, a stove has been lit in the side hall for boiling water.

Poured the hot water in a hurry, Xu Yanqing refused all the help from the palace servants, and ran back to the dormitory holding the water basin.

The author says:

The number of words on the list that I owe [-] is only one day today, so I am catching up with the list and have no time to edit the article. Don’t rush to catch bugs. The next few chapters will be rewritten when you have time tomorrow, and the number of words will only be more or less.