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

big kid playing with little kid

In the dormitory, Yin Yanjun was still sitting obediently in front of the mirror, Xu Yanqing heaved a sigh of relief, fearing that he would have to deal with some government affairs if he ran a step slower.

The temperature of the hot water was not low enough to be hot to the touch, and a cotton cloth towel was placed inside. Xu Yanqing threw his left hand to his right and left hand to his right, and finally fished the cloth towel out of the hot water.

Afraid of scalding the Taoist priest's chin, Xiao Langjun shook the cloth towel twice to dissipate the heat inside. After a while, he bent down and leaned over, and slowly applied the cloth towel to the Taoist priest's chin.

"Is the heat okay? Is it hot?" Xu Yanqing stared at Yin Yanjun and blinked, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Yin Yanjun shook his head lightly: "Qingqing's grasp of the heat is just right."

Hearing the Taoist's praise, Xu Yanqing's beautiful big eyes became brighter. Feeling that the heat of the cloth in his hand had dropped, he quickly re-wet the cloth in hot water and twisted it out.

Seeing that hot water was applied three times, Xu Yanqing raised his hand and touched Daochang's chin earnestly. He felt that the short stubble was not as hard as before, and it might be possible to proceed to the next step, so Xu Yanqing became at a loss again.

After touching the knife for a long time, I really didn't know which one to use. Yin Yanjun raised his hand and tapped the small porcelain bottle on the table: "First apply this ointment on the stubble."

An ancient version of shaving cream?Xu Yan took the porcelain bottle in his hand in a nonchalant manner. The paste inside was slightly viscous and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

There was no tool at hand, so Xu Yanqing took a seemingly unsharp knife, took the ointment from the porcelain bottle, and slowly applied it to the Taoist priest's chin.

This situation looked a little funny, Xu Yanqing sneakily dipped a little ointment with his fingertips and rubbed it on the Taoist priest's cheek.

Doing something bad will inevitably make you feel a little guilty, Xiao Langjun has been avoiding the Taoist priest's sight, and then took some ointment and applied it on the Taoist priest's chin.

That was two or three times the usual dosage of Yin Yanjun's cleansing face. The corners of Yin Yanjun's lips showed a slight arc, looking at Xiao Langjun's evasive appearance.

It wasn't until Mr. Xiao Lang endured the guilt for a while, and asked "ask" what to do next, that Mr. Yinyan looked away, instructing Mr. Xiao Lang which knife to use first and which knife to use next.

It sounds a bit complicated, Xu Yanqing just managed to remember the order of using those knives, but because the job of cleansing the face was too unfamiliar to him, so when holding a knife in his hand, Xu Yanqing couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Don't be afraid, just strike." Yin Yanjun raised his hand and landed on Xiao Langjun's wrist. Xiao Langjun held a knife in his hand, and almost threw the knife out without being scared.

Putting the knife back carefully first, Xu Yanqing put his hands on the Taoist priest's shoulders, and patted "sincerely": "The Taoist priest is obedient, and don't move any more."

Yin Yanjun who was "moving around" nodded slightly: "Okay, I won't move around."

"Don't don't don't, don't nod, Taoist priest, just blink your eyes to signal me." Xu Yanqing urged again, seeing that Yin Yanjun didn't nod his head, he breathed a sigh of relief and took the knife back into his hand.

After a while, the ointment on Yin Yanjun's jaw became a little stiff, but fortunately, it was still within the scope of rescue.

Standing on the same spot, taking a deep breath slowly like a master in martial arts novels, Xu Yanqing finally stuck the blade to the Taoist priest's jaw.

The tip of the knife is specially used to clean the face. It is not only sharp but also fits Yin Yanjun's jaw very well. Therefore, when Xiao Langjun started to use it, he was a little scared and walked on thin ice. But after scraping a few more times, Xiao Langjun felt a little better The feeling of being familiar with the road.

The faint stubble and the milky white ointment were scraped off from Dao Zhang's jaw with a knife.

The dirty ointment was smeared on the veil prepared in advance, Xu Yanqing just shaved Yin Yanjun's jaw clean in a hurry, and finally washed it with hot water, and the Taoist priest became a stubble-free Taoist again .

Raising his hand again to touch Dao Chang's smooth chin, Mr. Xiao Lang was extremely proud: "Master's craftsmanship is really good."

Yin Yanjun blinked his eyes without moving his expression: "Then I will have to clear things up from now on."

"Okay, it's all on me." Mr. Xianyu Xiaolang was so excited by the praise for a while, he agreed without waiting for his reaction.

When Sangpi Xianyu came to his senses, he had another job on his shoulders, and it was something he agreed to, which was a complete violation of his salty fish dream.

Sangpi is sad, and Sangpi blames himself, but Sangpi is a good salted fish, and he still has to do what he promised. In the end, there is only time to bargain, and he promises that he can only meet the Taoist priest once in a few days.

As for the salted fish who had been bullied by the Taoist priest, he was still a little unhappy. This time, Yin Yanjun did not rush to coax him, but explained to Wen Jing a few times.

Wen Jing backed out, and after a short while, he came in again from the outside, holding a food box in his hand, the food box was not tightly covered, so faint sweet scents wafted out.

"It's the smell of plum cake." Xu Yanqing sniffed it. He was still depressed just now, but when Yin Yanjun opened the food box, his whole body was in good spirits again.

Foodies never admit defeat, Xu Yanqing immediately took a bite of a piece of plum blossom cake, and the sweetness of plum blossom melted in the mouth without choking anyone at all.

"Why are there plum blossoms now?" Xu Yanqing was puzzled. Normally, most plum blossoms would only bloom after the deep winter, and the colder the weather, the more beautiful the plum blossoms would be.

Yin Yanjun took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe off the pastry powder left on the corners of Mr. Xiaolang's mouth, and explained in a warm voice: "There are some early plums planted in the imperial garden, and the palace servants have used special methods to take care of them, so they are so beautiful. open so early."

Xu Yanqing nodded repeatedly, and after finishing the pastry in his hand, he took another piece from the plate.

Mr. Salted Fish, who only cares about eating and drinking, has no time to think about those angry things. He can't help but feel that it will affect his happy meal now.

A plate of plum cake was only five yuan, Xiao Langjun ate three yuan in one go, and drank some hot water, feeling very satisfied.

When Xu Yanqing had just finished eating, the little boy over there was brought over as soon as he woke up, and the little guy's limbs became harder and harder.

Although it is still frighteningly soft, it is much firmer than when it was born.

After eating and drinking enough, Xu Yanqing rarely had the spirit to tease the little boy, pulled the little boy's pram in front of him, pulled the small rattle on the pram and turned it gently.

The little boy who was about to be full moon was staring at the little rattle dangling in front of him with sparkling eyes, his fleshy little paws were opening and closing, but he could only grab a handful of air.

The bad-hearted father just played happily with the small rattle, as if he was not coaxing the children, but playing with himself.

The little cub started babbling, but he didn't cry or make a fuss at all. He was having a good time with his father.

The corners of Xu Yanqing's eyes curled up, and he hung the rattle on the pram again, and poked the back of the little boy's chubby hand with his own finger, just in time for the little boy to grab his hand, and firmly grasped his father's fingers into the palm of your hand.

Yin Yanjun sat on the sidelines and watched, the little boy spat out a few milk bubbles ignorantly, and grinned happily with his small mouth without teeth from time to time.

He was playing with his salted fish father, the little boy's black eyes rolled around, and he happened to meet his father's gaze.

During this period of time, Xu Yanqing certainly didn't spend as much time raising the child as Yin Yanjun did, so the little cub was also very close to his father, scratching and scratching, wanting to be hugged by his father.

Xu Yanqing was held by the boy with one hand, so he rested his chin with the other hand, and looked at the Taoist priest who was indifferent and alienated with a smile in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Yin Yanjun stood up slowly and picked up the little boy in the pram. The little boy was strong in his hands, and he never let go of the finger of his father's salted fish.

Yin Yanjun pulled up the chair and sat next to Xiao Langjun. The two knees were pressed against each other, and they could even vaguely feel the temperature of each other's body.

They have been sleeping together in the same bed for a month or two, and now that they are in close contact with each other, and there is a little brat ignorantly supporting them, Xu Yanqing couldn't help reaching out and scratching the corner of the Taoist chief's clothes.

A red headband was tied on Xiao Langjun's head as usual, but because of his sleep, the hairband was a little looser, hanging on his shoulders to look more lazy.

At some point, the little boy let go of his father's salted fish finger, and a pair of big watery eyes fixed on his father's red hairband.

Suddenly the little boy grabbed the hair band into his hand, Xu Yanqing didn't notice the slight pain in his scalp for a while, so he leaned towards the little boy with that force.

Yin Yanjun reacted very quickly, and stretched out his hand to hug both father and son into his arms. The little boy was originally babbling and nestling in his arms, and now Xiao Langjun also leaned on his shoulder.

The figure of Yin Yanjun protecting the father and son was very steady and powerful without any swaying, Xu Yanqing blinked blankly, and then the little boy laughed cheerfully.

Grasping the upper part of the headband, Xu Yanqing shook his hand slightly, and the little boy's hand shook back and forth along with it.

"Let go, or I'll be with you." Xu Yanqing leaned forward with threats.

"Hey!" The little brat spit out another bubble in a daze, the bubble burst and exploded the saliva on the face of his salted fish father.

The brat is so young, Xu Yanqing didn't want to be a domestic violence father, so he raised his hand angrily to wipe off the drool on his face, raised his hand and shook the hairband that the brat snatched away.

Yin Yanjun couldn't help laughing at the sight, the young man has not put on his crown yet, and he usually doesn't look very good, when a pair of cubs will become extraordinarily juvenile and childish, as if an older child is leading a child to play.

He raised his hand and wiped the saliva sprayed on Xiao Langjun's face by the little boy, and then Yin Yanjun put his hand on the hand of the boy who was holding the hairband of Xiaolangjun, and took off the hairband in a few strokes. rescued from his little hands.

As soon as Xu Yanqing was rescued, he wanted to poke the boy's fleshy face, but seeing the Taoist priest change hands, he sent the child into his arms.

The body became stiff again, Xu Yanqing and the ignorant little boy met each other's eyes, it happened that Xu Yanqing was going to tease the little boy just now and held up one hand, the little boy went up and rubbed against the palm of his father's salted fish .

The wet saliva was all over Xu Yanqing's hands now, Sangpi Xianyu was exhausted and silently chose to lie flat, but the other hand was holding the cub in a daze to prevent the cub from rolling on the ground.

The little cub was very happy to be hugged by his salty fish father, not only rubbed his father's saliva, but also put his little arm on his father's arm and clung tightly.

Fortunately, the little boy who was not yet a month old was not so energetic, Xu Yanqing stiffened his body and imitated the way the Taoist priest and the empress dowager coaxed the child before, and finally coaxed the little boy to sleep after untold hardships.

In the midst of winter, Xu Yanqing felt as if he was sweating all over, and he was relieved to put the little boy in the pram, and felt pain all over his body when he relaxed for a while.

"Daozhang, you have become bad, you have really become bad..." This was not his illusion, Xu Yanqing lay on Yin Yanjun's lap, condemning every word.

Gently stroking Xiao Langjun's black hair, Yin Yanjun smiled lightly: "Yuan Chen is also Xiao Langjun's child, so Xiao Langjun should get along with Yuan Chen more."

In fact, Yin Yanjun could vaguely sense the things that Xiao Langjun had been tabooing in his heart. Although he didn't understand why Xiao Langjun still had such worries because of the harmonious atmosphere in the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, Yin Yanjun chose to remain silent and was willing to protect Xiao Langjun.

Moreover, Yin Yanjun clearly saw that Xiao Langjun was happy with Xiao Zai Zai, so he was naturally happy to let Xiao Lang Jun get closer to Xiao Zai Zai, but he knew it well, and he would not force Xiao Lang Jun to push too hard.

Following Xiao Langjun's hair, Yin Yanjun gently kneaded Xiao Langjun's sore shoulders: "Qingqing has already packed all her luggage, and she will abandon Yuan Chen and me to live in Marquis Wu'an's mansion in two days. You should be with us."

No wonder the Taoist priest stuffed the little boy into his arms so suddenly today, Xu Yanqing's bright eyes flickered, he raised his hand and grabbed the Taoist priest's clothes and sat up slightly: "The Taoist priest is reluctant to part with me, so you plan to go back on your word? "

"One word from a gentleman, a horse is hard to follow." Yin Yanjun brushed his fingers across the back of the young man's neck, and the young man trembled slightly as if touched by an extremely sensitive place, his cold and distant eyes became A little deep: "Since I promised Qingqing, I will do what I say."

The author says:

Still haven't edited the essay, will edit it tomorrow