After rebirth, he quit the cinnabar mole

Jing Guhan folded another plum blossom on the side, and lightly put it on Zhong Yanyu's ear, which made the young man more inexplicably icy and snowy.

"When you look at the snow, you look at the snow. Why fold plum blossoms?" Zhong Yanyu looked at Xuemei in front of her, her ears were slightly red, she turned her face away uncomfortably, pretending not to look at the man anymore.

Jing Guhan took his hand and said in a low voice: "Don't you like plum blossoms? You are not happy when I got them for you, why is it so difficult to coax, I was too much last night, don't get angry with me again, okay? "

Being coquettish is difficult to coax, but it is also his coquettishness that is difficult to coax.

"I'm not angry with you, come and sit by the pavilion, I'm tired from standing." Zhong Yanyu looked up at him.

Jing Guhan immediately helped the young man to go over there, and the palace maids and eunuchs followed quickly.

The cruel and majestic emperor in the past is now being pinched to death by the empress, and he prostrates beside the empress.

Afraid of the cold wind blowing on Zhong Yanyu, Jing Guhan ordered people to place screens around and burn charcoal fires, leaving only one side for watching the snow and plum blossoms.

He put his hand on the young man's waist, and kissed the red lips of his little queen, "If you are not angry, why did you ignore me when you were in the Zhongfu?"

"My father, elder brother, and sister-in-law are all watching, aren't you ashamed? They are my family, and you don't even know how to be scruples about them, why would you want to kiss and hug them?"

Zhong Yanyu swallowed silently, he still wanted face, but Jing Guhan obviously didn't know the word face.

After thinking for a while, he still kissed Xia Jing Guhan's thin lips comfortingly, and when the palace people dared not look over here, he pressed his cheek against the man again, and said with a smile:

"You still said I was angry, obviously you were overthinking it yourself, when there were only the two of us in the palace, did I object to what you wanted to do? I still obey you obediently."

Jing Guhan is getting more and more naive, Gou Zai is not so ignorant, the child is very well-behaved when he was in the Zhongfu, he either called grandpa grandpa, played behind Tutu, and said hello to his elder brother obediently, No wonder it was loved by everyone in the Zhong family.

"You are not as good as Gou Zai at all."

No wonder my father and brother love it.

Jing Guhan's eyes flickered when he heard the words, only children who can cry will have sweets, and he should not be obedient.

"Yanyu told me not to argue with a child, have you forgotten?"

"At this time, do you know that you don't want to care about children? Huh?" Zhong Yanyu raised his eyebrows slightly, joked, and leaned over to hug Jing Guhan again, and finally just nestled in the man's arms.

There is still a child in his belly, I hope Jing Guhan will not care about this child in the future.

"That's different." Jing Guhan heard his little queen's teasing, and kissed his eyebrows.

"If you pet him, that little bastard might become lawless, but I'm different. I will pamper you."

He stroked the young man's Weilong's abdomen with his hand, his eyes were extremely soft, he thought how could that little bastard treat Yanyu as well as he did to Yanyu, but Yanyu's love for Gogou was still true and genuine.

The big dog expressed jealousy of his own son, but fortunately he can sleep with Zhong Yanyu every night——

The snow is continuous, and the heavy snow crushes the branches, leaving endless frost.

Zhong Yanyu looked at the whiteness in the sky, and then at the blooming snow plums in the yard, his dark eyes were filled with laziness, and he couldn't help but kiss Jing Guhan.

Jing Guhan held the young man in his arms, and did not carry him into the chariot until dusk fell, and returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Although Qianqing Palace is fine, but the Hall of Mental Cultivation is closer. When the chariot arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Zhong Yanyu woke up and was just about to have dinner.

Jing Guhan wiped his face and hands with a handkerchief soaked in warm water, and then arranged for the palace servants to put down their meals and go out, "It's time for dinner, please sit down Yanyu."

Zhong Yanyu yawned and ate his meal carelessly, this month he was more lethargic than ever.

If it wasn't for Jing Guhan still thinking about the doctor, and remembering to take Zhong Yanyu out for a walk every day, Zhong Yanyu would want to lie in bed all day without moving.

Jing Guhan kissed the young man on the cheek, and gave him some vegetables to eat, "These are Yanyu's favorite food, eat more, and go to bed after eating."

"Take me out for a walk after eating all day, or sleep, are you raising me like a pig?" Zhong Yanyu sighed, he felt that he was too loose during this time, he was not like this before ...

Jing Guhan rubbed the head of his own little queen, "When this little bastard is born, I will take you out to have fun, and I will never give birth again."

He also felt a little bit sorry for his family Yanyu. Originally, he had planned to stay with Yanyu for the rest of his life. When Gou Zai grew up and dealt with the government affairs, he would accompany Zhong Yanyu, and he would follow Zhong Yanyu wherever he wanted to go.

If this little bastard hadn't come out suddenly and interrupted his plan, he and Yanyu might be out on a trip with Yanyu to inspect the people's sentiments.

In fact, Zhong Yanyu didn't have any concept of children at first, but he thought it would be great if there was another child like Gou Zai.

Gou Zai also likes his younger sister...and his younger brother very much. Thinking of the latter, his thoughts rarely paused.

Zhong Yanyu definitely has no idea of ​​patriarchy or patriarchy, but Concubine An does. She sent someone to see him in private, it was all tentative, to see what taste he likes and what his body shape is.

Ordinary people's homes still pay attention to family succession, let alone the royal family, he can't say much about Concubine An's move, it's just a little bit of resistance, even though she knows that she is thinking about Jing Guhan, just like him dealing with the harem During the business, I saw the beautiful maid arranged by Concubine An for Jing Guhan...

In the midst of imperial power, how can you ignore everything——

Jing Guhan didn't know what he was thinking again, he just put some food for him, and urged him to eat quickly, don't starve, the child in the belly can be hungry, but his Yanyu can't.

After Zhong Yanyu finished his dinner, the man ordered the palace servants to clean up, and he helped Zhong Yanyu in.

The winter season is not long, but it is just that Zhong Yanyu will be in labor until spring. This time, Jing Guhan has learned the lesson from last time, and follows Zhong Yanyu every step of the way. It was also arranged, and the best nanmu charcoal was burned in the Qianqing Palace.

The spring rain is continuous, and even the sycamore tree in the yard has sprouted new buds. Zhong Yanyu's belly is like a balloon, and it is getting bigger every day. Looking at Jing Guhan is a little frightening, wishing to follow Zhong Yanyu all the time side.

"Why do you look more nervous and scared than me?" Zhong Yanyu propped his chin and looked at the man who was correcting the memorial.

Jing Guhan glared at him, "Take good care of your baby these days, don't go out, last time you stepped on a stone and almost fell, if you want to walk, just walk around the room, you can't go outside, it's raining and the road is slippery, so you don't have to worry about it." You're going to have trouble again."

This coquettishness really made him worry, the key was that Zhong Yanyu couldn't listen to what he said in a good voice, and asked him to stare at the young man while changing the memorial.

He brought over a new notebook and continued to correct it with the ink pen in his hand, and Zhong Yanyu also read the script.

But Jing Guhan was not happy anymore, he had read countless books of that story, why didn't Zhong Yanyu come to see him.

How cute and good-looking is he, isn't he better than those notebooks that don't even have a picture?

But he had a lot of memorials on hand, so he endured the discomfort and continued to bury himself in correcting the memorials. Correcting these memorials was okay, but he occasionally saw notes written by one or two ministers with a sick mind.

This is the city memorial, including the officials of the major cities summarizing what happened in the city, including people's livelihood, taxation, water conservancy construction and other matters.

Some of the papers handed over by the prefect and the governor really made him furious. If the city is quiet and nothing happened, then it’s worth not to hand in the memorials. Who will hand in the most memorials?

For example, the governor of Huainan handed over five memorials, one of which described the weather changes of the month, including the rainy season, thunderstorm season, and sunny days. What did the weather tell him? !

Didn't a flood happen, or did it affect the people's farming and production? !There are also two books that describe the vision of the Huainan area, the sows give birth to more children, and the fruit trees bear a few more fruits...

Are they sick? !

Jing Guhan was really angry for staying up late to correct these nonsense memorials.

If there is nothing important in a good year, there is no need to play, but these courtiers handed at least three notebooks, and as many as five to eight notebooks. As a result, more than half of the notebooks were about these nonsense!Another magistrate from the Qinling Mountains asked him that it was Chinese New Year, could he return to Beijing to attend the imperial banquet as a subject?

Are these officials full and have nothing to do?Several people have written thousands of words to say hello to him. He doesn't need this kind of nonsense flattery? !

If one day he fell ill in bed, Jing Guhan would feel that he did not fall ill due to his hard work and governance, but was pissed to death by the memorials of these courtiers!

The more he looked at it, the angrier he got, and he looked at three lines at the back. If he flattered him at the beginning and the end, he would throw it to one side, and those who talked nonsense and trivial matters would be thrown to the other side. Only those who were dealing with business would move the ink pen and take a closer look.

By the time it was done, it was already midnight.

Zhong Yanyu next to him was already dozing off, which made Jing Guhan even annoyed. He blamed this group of courtiers with sick heads, otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed so late. Throw it back to those courtiers with trifles.

"Yanyu, I will carry you to bed to sleep." Jing Guhan stretched his muscles, then picked up the young man and walked over to the bed.

Zhong Yanyu hugged his neck and let the man carry him to bed.

Jing Guhan put the man on the bed, watched the little queen move uncomfortably, helped him to sit up, took off the heavy coat, and put the man under the bed when only the inner was left , I thought to myself, isn't this squeamish?

I was so tired that I wanted to sleep and I didn't forget to toss him.

"Jing Guhan..." Zhong Yanyu looked at him with reddish cheeks, her mind seemed to be clearer, but there was still some physiological saline hanging from the end of her eyes. ?