emperor of a dynasty

Qin Palace Qingquan Hall

Yan Wuwei reviewed the papers all afternoon, and finally finished the papers before dinner. During the meal, Murong asked her with a smile, "Jiner, have you finished the papers?"

"Ah."

Murong Xun said happily, "Then why don't you accompany me to release the paper kites later?"

Yan Wuwei sighed, "My lord, in the first month of the lunar year, where is the time to release paper kites?"

"Ah?" Murong Xun was stunned for a moment, "When I was in Qianzhou...couldn't I let it go?"

"The wind in Qianzhou is strong, and the king's capital can't compare."

"That's it..." Murong Yan said in a muffled voice, "I want to make a wish...how can I make a wish if I don't release the kite?" When she wanted to make a wish before, she always took Yan Wuwei to release the paper kite, and wrote down what she had promised on the paper kite. Wish, cut off the thread when it was placed at the highest point, and then watched the paper kite fly higher and higher until it disappeared.

Yan Wuwei prepared dishes for Murong Yan, and when she saw Murong Yan say this, she paused, "What wish do you want to make?"

"Maybe we both will grow old together."

The natural tone made Yan Wuwei laugh, "You eat obediently first, and I will take you to make a wish after eating."

Murong Yan blinked and laughed, "Okay."

Murong Yan thought that Yan Wuwei was trying to find a way to release paper kites in this winter, but he didn't expect to come to release Kongming lanterns.In the empty courtyard behind Qingquan Palace, Yan Wuwei made a Kongming lantern with his own hands. The craftsmanship was so good that Murong was dumbfounded when he saw it.

Yan Wuwei smiled, leaned into Murong Yan's ear, and said softly, "You will know at night."

Murong Yan's pretty face blushed immediately: "..."

"Okay, let's make a wish." Yan Wuwei stopped teasing her, took a pen and handed it over, "Huh?"

Murong Xun coughed lightly, collected his expression, took the pen and began to write on the Kongming lantern, "Murong Xun and Yan Wuwei want to grow old forever." She paused, and added, "But Jin'er can't grow old." Bully Xuanshi."

Her handwriting is very beautiful, clear and elegant, and every stroke of her strokes resembles her very much. Yan Wuwei laughed dumbly when he saw it, "When did I bully you?"

Murong Xun glared at her, "Gu said yes."

"Yes, my king."

Murong Xun nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at the Kongming Lantern with the words written on it. Her handwriting was not big, and there was still a large space left on the Kongming Lantern. She paused, picked up the pen again, and muttered, "Yeah. , What if the immortal doesn’t know us? I’ll draw the two of us on it again, and we’ll draw it together. Once we have a name and a painting, the immortal will know who made the wish.”

"Oh——" Yan Wuwei bent down, looked seriously at the portrait of the two of them drawn by Murong Yan, and after a moment of silence, asked, "My lord, in your eyes— am I so ugly?"

Murong Xun paused with his pen tip, but remained silent.

Yan Wuwei looked at the horrible picture drawn by Murong Yan, and paused, "It's really ugly."

Hearing this, Murong Xun immediately dropped his pen, straightened up and said expressionlessly, "I'm just drawing for fun, Master Xiangguo laughed at me."

"It's quite funny." Yan Wuwei looked at himself with a painted nose that didn't look like a nose, and a mouth that didn't look like a mouth, "The king is very good at painting."

Murong Xun: "..."

"Okay, let's light up the Kongming lanterns!" Murong Xun knew that he couldn't talk to Yan Wuwei, so he changed the subject.

Yan Wuwei pinched her little face, and said with a smile, "Did you finish the painting? Why don't you draw yourself?"

"The painting is finished." Murong Yan shook his head obediently, "It is enough for the immortal to recognize Jin'er."

"...Then let it go."

After setting off the sky lanterns, Murong Xun still wanted to play with the snow, but Yan Wuwei refused to agree, and finally dragged him back to the bedroom.

As soon as he returned to the bedroom, Murong Xun shivered, "Ah... so warm."

"Warm and you still want to play in the snow outside?"

Murong Yan chuckled, "Jin'er, let's rest."

Yan Wuwei glanced at her, but the latter avoided her gaze with a guilty conscience, "Alright, go to bed earlier." Yan Wuwei called the palace servants, and the two of them went to bed to rest after washing, Yan Wuwei warmed up Like a little sun, Murong Yan rubbed against Yan Wuwei as soon as he lay down under the blanket, "Jin'er, you haven't slept with me for a long time."

Yan Wuwei remained silent.

Murong Xun pinched the soft flesh on her waist, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... which country's Prime Minister is as tired as I am? He has to help the king approve papers during the day, and warms the bed at night."

"Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I am happy." Yan Wuwei hugged the person in his arms, his eyes were gentle, "Wuwei is willing from the bottom of his heart."

"It's so good," Murong Rui commented, "Xiangguo is so knowledgeable, I can't help but reward Xiangguo."

Yan Wuwei grabbed Murong Rui's hand touching her chest, and said with a half-smile, "What does the king want me to reward?"

Murong Rui smiled brightly, turned over and pressed her Master Xiangguo under him, leaned into his ear and said ambiguously, "——reward you for a night of spring festival."

"Ah……"

The next morning, when Yan Wuwei woke up, Murong Rui was still sleeping. Yan Wuwei got dressed, and carefully tucked the quilt for Murong Rui who was still asleep, then got out of bed and went out the door.

Seeing Yan Wuwei coming out, the palace guards guarding the inner room immediately saluted, "Miss."

The palace servants in Qingquan Palace were all brought back from Qianzhou. Believe it or not, they have served Murong Rui and her for many years, and they are still used to calling her "Miss" and Murong Rui "Princess".

"Your Majesty hasn't risen yet, don't bother her."

The palace man nodded.

Yan Wuwei said again, "Is there something going on outside?"

Just now she only woke up when she heard the palace man's knock on the door.

"Miss Hui, Princess Qi is here to greet you."

"Princess Qi?" Yan Wuwei nodded, "I'll just go, the king will just let me know when he wakes up."

"Hi."

Yan Wuwei walked to the front hall, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a girl in a bright yellow gown, pigtails, and a small and delicate face standing obediently in the hall.

She stepped forward, "Your Highness."

The girl turned sideways and saw that it was Yan Wuwei who came, her bright eyes showed a bit of joy, "Mr. Yan..."

Yan Wuwei walked up to Mu Congcong. Mu Congcong, who was only eight years old, was not very tall, just reaching her waist, "Did Your Highness come so early today?"

"Well, my concubine asked me to come early to say hello to my aunt."

"Your Highness has a heart." Yan Wuwei smiled softly, "Has Your Highness ever used Chaoshi?"

"Used it in the East Palace." After the former crown prince passed away, Mu Congcong and his former crown princess still lived in the East Palace, so it's not surprising that she replied.

Mu Congcong replied to Yan Wuwei's words, and said politely, "Has Prime Minister Yan eaten?"

"not yet."

"Huh? Where's aunt?" Mu Congcong asked strangely, "President Yan is here, isn't aunt here?"

I don't blame her for asking, because everyone in the court knows that Yan Wuwei and Murong Rui look like one person, and the depth of love between the two cannot be summed up by monarchs and ministers.

"Your Majesty hasn't risen yet, Your Highness may have to wait."

"It's okay." Mu Congcong said with a smile, "Prince Yan is here..."

"—Qi'er?" Murong Rui hadn't finished speaking when Murong Rui's voice, like a trickle of spring water, came from the door. The two people in the hall turned their heads and saw Murong Rui wearing a black suit, walking He walked towards them lightly.

Before Yan Wuwei could speak, Mu Container, who was called by his name, hopped up to Murong Rui with his short legs, stretched out his hand to touch him, and wanted to hug him, but he seemed to think of something again, and restrained himself He paused, bowed with both hands, pressed his right hand to his left, and saluted in a standard manner, "Mu Congcong has seen the king."

Perhaps it was Murong Rui who was amused by the little devil's actions of Mu Congrui, who bent his eyebrows with a smile, bent down and reached out to pick up the well-behaved child, "Huh? The little princess doesn't call me 'aunt' now, but instead calls me 'king'." ' already?"

Murong Cong was a little embarrassed, and Murong Rui looked up again at Yan Wuwei who was standing aside and whispering something to the palace man, his eyes softened, his voice softened, and he said to the child in his arms, "Huh? It doesn't matter Master Xiangguo changed his name from 'Sir' to 'Yan Xiang'?"

Murong Rui blushed when asked by Murong Rui, and said in a low voice, "Concubine Mu said... I'm too rude..."

Yan Wuwei at the side finished giving orders to the palace servants and came over, just in time to hear this sentence, "Your Highness can call you whatever you like, I don't care about that."

"You don't care about me." Murong Rui rolled his eyes at Yan Wuwei, and said to Murong Congrui, "From now on, as long as you are not in court, you can call me 'aunt' and Xiangguo 'sir', you know ?"

"Got it, Auntie."

"So good." Murong Rui smiled and pinched Mu Congcong's pink and tender face, and said softly, "You and I are close relatives. Although I am king, blood relatives should never be forgotten."

Mu Container nodded.

"Qi'er, how's your homework going?"

Yan Wuwei sighed, and reminded the woman, "Now that the New Year's Eve is underway, all officials will rest, so your Highness will not go to school."

"... Oh, I forgot." Murong Rui smiled, "I fell asleep and lost my head, and forgot about it. That thing, how about the lessons you learned earlier? What's your experience?"

Mu Congcong blinked, "Homework...Qi'er didn't learn her homework, she's learning to be a female celebrity. Auntie, I can embroider handkerchiefs now."

"Female red?" Murong Rui was stunned, and Yan Wuwei looked at each other, his face was dark, and he asked, "Qi'er can embroider handkerchiefs? It's amazing. Tell aunt, who told you to learn such a powerful craft?" ?”

The child couldn't understand the deep meaning in the adult's words, but said honestly, "It's the concubine mother."

"Your concubine?"

Mu Congcong nodded, a little embarrassed, "Mother Concubine said that Qi'er will be able to marry a good husband after learning this."

Murong Rui's face turned cold all of a sudden, "Learn this - marry a good husband?" Murong Rui's anger had already overflowed to his chest, and just about to say something, Yan Wuwei stepped forward and reached out to hug Murong Rui from her hand, Smilingly, he said to the child, "Your Highness, do you want to marry a good husband?"

"Well... think."

"Then what kind of good husband does Your Highness want to marry?"

This is difficult for Mu Congcong. She tilted her head and thought for a long time, then bit her finger and said, "Mr. Mr. Marriage is beautiful."

Hearing this, Yan Wuwei frowned with a smile, "Did your Highness work hard as a female celebrity?"

Mu Congcong nodded, "That's so difficult..."

"Compared with going to school to study, which one do you prefer, Your Highness?"

"Reading." Mu Congcong didn't think about it, "Qi'er likes reading."

"Huh? Why?"

"After reading the book, I can be like my aunt and husband."

Yan Wuwei was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "Who else has Your Highness said this to?"

"I told Concubine Mu." Mu Congcong thought for a while, "Concubine Mu asked Qi'er."

Murong Rui, who had been listening quietly, had already sneered, Yan Wuwei shook his head lightly at her, and continued to ask, "Does Your Highness still want to study now?"

"Yes!" Mu Congcong thought for a while, then shook his head, "Mm... sir, I'd better learn from female celebrities."

"Why?"

"My concubine won't let me, I want to listen to my concubine."

"Your Highness, just take the book and read it when you are free. The Crown Princess will not blame Your Highness." Yan Wuwei comforted softly.

Mu Congcong bit his finger, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Thank you, sir."

"It's just a few books, Your Highness, you don't need to be polite. It's just that the minister left it in the king's study, so how about asking someone to take your Highness there to get it?"

"it is good."

Yan Wuwei put down Mu Congcong, and winked at the palace man beside him, who immediately came to lead Mu Congcong, "I will take the princess down now."

"Aunt, sir, Qi'er will leave first."

Murong Rui nodded.

After Murong Cong left, Murong Rui, who had been holding back his anger just now, couldn't take it anymore:

"—Reverse!" She shook her sleeves and roared, "The princess is about to rebel! The descendants of my Murong family are talking about her! Female red? When did the daughters of the Murong family fall? It’s time to rely on female celebrities to marry a good husband?! If I hadn’t asked about it today, how long would she have planned to let the utensils go to waste?!”

Yan Wuwei took the fleece coat brought by the palace servants from the bedroom, stepped forward and gently put it on Murong Rui's body, and softly persuaded, "It hurts you too much."

"You have bullied me like this, how can you not be angry?" Murong Rui said coldly, "I have to avenge this revenge!"

"Then report it."

Murong Rui turned his head to look at Yan Wuwei, who said indifferently, "When the dynasty opens in the next year, a decree will be made regarding the selection of an heir. Instead of passively being persecuted by others, it is better to act first."

Hearing this, Murong Rui raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I see the same thing."

Yan Wuwei sighed softly, "Before that, the princess should grow up."

"She will grow up." Murong Rui sneered, "Some people just can't bear it anymore."

(End of this chapter)

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