The Wife is First

Hearing the word "Mother", Aunt Qiu's tears that had just stopped welled up again: "It's useless to be mother. If I were not a concubine, you wouldn't have suffered so many grievances. Over the years, I have to bow to my son when I see him. Calling him "Master" means that the child has to carry someone on his back even if he wants to call him "Mother". No one in the family can understand the pain involved.

Aunt Qiu was originally the legitimate daughter of a merchant family in the south of the Yangtze River. In order to do business with the power of the Marquis of Beiwei, the Qiu family married her to the Marquis of Beiwei as their concubine. Originally, she had won the favor of Mrs. Beiwei Hou with her good skills in settling accounts, and she could live a good life in the mansion. She served her wife carefully every day and only hoped that her son could live a good life. But now, such a sensible and heart-warming child has been deprived of the qualification to take the entrance exam and married to a violent prince. How can she not be unhappy about this? How can she not complain?

Seeing his mother, who had always been lively and cheerful, become like this, Mu Hanzhang felt very uncomfortable. He hugged his much thinner mother into his arms: "It may be a good thing to marry the prince, but it may not mean you will be safe if you enter the court. Good luck, mother, you need to cheer up, otherwise I will be worried."

On the way back, Mu Hanzhang remained silent, holding a palm-sized purse in his hand hidden in his sleeve, which contained a hundred thousand taels of silver notes given by Aunt Qiu.

"I save most of the dividends given by the Qiu family every year. They are of no use in this house. They are all left to you. The royal family is in deep water. Even if that person dotes on you for a while, he will not be able to love you forever. With all this money, I feel more at ease about my health."

"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao, who was left out in the cold, looked at him with a pair of drunken eyes dissatisfied, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?" Mu Hanzhang turned his head, with a trace of confusion in his beautiful black eyes, and regained his clarity in an instant, "I have lost my decency. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Jing Shao sighed: "It's okay, I'll take a nap." What he just said was that he didn't agree to Bei Weihou's request to set foot in Yanyin, but he pointed out another way to him. It's boring to say it the second time, as if As if he was showing off his merits on purpose, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Seeing him sleeping in the corner angrily, Mu Hanzhang felt a little sorry. He stretched out his hand and pushed Jing Shao's back gently: "Your Majesty...sleep next to me. There are no pillows in the car." The car was bumpy. If he slept like this It's easy to knock your head if caught.

The person who was pushed did not respond, still facing away from him. Really angry? Mu Hanzhang leaned over and asked, "Your Majesty?" There was no response, so he moved closer.

Suddenly, the carriage hit a rock and jolted violently. Mu Hanzhang fell backwards because he was unsteady while kneeling. Unexpectedly, the angry man turned around in an instant and pressed him down on the carriage. A big hand was placed on the back of his head.

Mu Hanzhang was shocked by this series of changes and was stunned on the spot.

"Young man deserves to die, Your Majesty, please forgive me." The coachman apologized hurriedly.

"That's all." Jing Shao responded, but he didn't get up immediately. Instead, he softened his body and put his head on his chest.

"Wang... Your Majesty..." Only then did he realize how ambiguous their posture was. Mu Hanzhang suddenly blushed and reached out to push the big furry head on his chest.

"You are not allowed to call me Prince in private," Jing Shao said dissatisfied, "Look, what is the difference between what you just said and what the coachman said?"

"The etiquette cannot be abolished." Mu Hanzhang said helplessly.

"I don't care," Jing Shao was probably a little drunk and acted as willfully as a child, "Call me Shao."

"Your Majesty..."

"Call me Shao!" Jing Shao raised his upper body and stared directly at the person below him, his bright eyes full of child-like expectations.

Even if that person favors you for a while, it is impossible for him to love you forever. This person's feelings were actually as blank as a child's, but even if it was a child's temporary love for toys, at least at this moment, Mu Hanzhang felt that Jing Shao liked him. "Shao..."

Hearing this sound, Jing Shao was satisfied and took a nap with the person in his arms and narrowed his eyes. Today's events reminded him that Shiohiki's business must be withdrawn as soon as possible, or at least put under the table first. Thinking like this, I couldn't help but hug the person in my arms tightly. Sure enough, if I hold on to this person, I can feel safe in my heart.

After returning to the palace, Jing Shao climbed into bed and fell asleep. When his uncle came back, although he didn't dare to force him because of his status, he couldn't resist the fact that so many elder brothers from the Mu family came around.

"Little Yunzhu, meet the princess." A young man of about thirteen or fourteen knelt down to salute Mu Hanzhang. Duofu stood aside and said with a smile that these were the boys and two guards chosen for him. As he spoke, two men in guard uniforms also stepped forward to salute.

"Yunzhu is the nephew of Mr. Yun, the housekeeper of the outer courtyard. He is usually very clever. The princess will use it first. If you don't like it, I will change it for you." Duofu gave a brief introduction and left with the two guards.

After a day of tossing, Mu Hanzhang felt tired, so he half-leaned on the big soft pillow. Yunzhu immediately moved the cups on the table to the small table next to the soft pillow, and carefully moved the small table away. Incense burner.

Mu Hanzhang smiled and called Yunzhu to come over: "How old are you?"

"Back to the princess, I am only thirteen years old." Although she is young, Yunzhu is not timid at all. Her voice has not yet changed, but her childish voice is crisp, and her big eyes are very lively and very cute.

"When did you enter the palace? Are you literate?" Mu Hanzhang thought the child was cute, so he took off his shoes and moved his legs up, letting him sit on the footrest.

"The younger one has followed his uncle into the mansion since he was eight years old. He knows a lot about the affairs in this mansion." Yunzhu didn't show any pretense and neatly sat cross-legged on the footrest. "The younger one has followed his uncle since he entered the mansion. Even if you are stupid and slow to read, you can still recognize the words you read on weekdays. The books in the small study room today are organized by Xiao Xiao. If the princess can't find a book, just ask Xiao Xiao and he will definitely find it for you."

Entering the palace at the age of eight means that he has been there since Jing Shao left the palace to build the prince's palace. Mu Hanzhang thought, this servant is indeed very useful, wait, a small study room? "You mean, my books are in the study room?"

"Yes, as the prince told me before leaving this morning, the chief steward and the children have been busy all day." Yunzhu said with a smile. Now the entire palace knows that the prince loves this new husband and wife very much, and he follows this The master's natural beauty might even rival that of his cousin who followed the prince.

Although it is called a small study room, it is actually not small at all. The two large boxes of books brought from the Hou Mansion are all placed there, and there is also an additional shelf of newly added books. The sandalwood desk, music and chess equipment, calligraphy and painting ornaments are all available. Many things look newly added at first glance, and they are all in the simple and elegant light colors he likes.

Mu Hanzhang lingered in this elegant and luxurious study, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Except for his mother, no one had ever cared about him so carefully.

Jing Shao fell asleep deeply in the room and missed dinner time. Mu Hanzhang asked the kitchen to make a bowl of millet porridge and two side dishes and bring them to the inner room. The light in the inner room was dark, and there was a slight snoring sound coming from the bed. He waved away the servants, and Mu Hanzhang lit two lamps and slowly rolled up the curtains.

"Well..." Jing Shao was slowly awakened by the light, and he groaned before opening his eyes.

"Get up and eat something. It's a little late. I asked the kitchen to cook some millet porridge. Your Majesty, eat less to avoid overeating." Mu Hanzhang said warmly and put a coat on Jing Shao who sat up.

Jing Shao was stunned for a moment. He was still a little dazed until he picked up his rice bowl. Why did Jun Qing suddenly become so gentle and undefended?

"The small study is very beautiful. Thank you." Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes and said three words. Normally it would be very easy to say polite words such as thanking the prince, but these words were difficult to say. It's extremely awkward.

"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao looked at him in surprise, and grabbed the hand hidden in his sleeve in excitement, "You finally stopped calling me Prince."

"Your Majesty..." Mu Hanzhang's hands trembled, and Jing Shao's surprise made him forget what he was saying.

"Ahem," realizing that he was embarrassed again, Jing Shao let go of his hand and picked up the chopsticks again, "Is that all you need to say thank you? I've never heard of anyone giving a man and his wife a study room."

Mu Hanzhang's nervous heart sank suddenly and he looked up at him.

Seeing his expression change, Jing Shao realized that his usual cold tone had frightened him, and he quickly added: "I want a sincere thank you." As he spoke, he pointed at his cheek.

"Your Majesty..." Mu Hanzhang really didn't know how to deal with this.

"Or just let me kiss you." Jing Shao leaned into his ear and said softly with a slightly magnetic voice.

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After eating that exquisite late-night snack, Jing Shao wandered beautifully to the small study room and dug out his own princess from hiding. Just now this man got up and ran away before he could ask for the thank you gift.

Looking at the man sitting at the table seriously reading "The Rules of the Great Chen Li", with the tips of his ears glowing agate, Jing Shao couldn't help but put his fist to his lips and smiled sullenly, walking up to the man: "The color of the sky It’s getting late, shouldn’t it be time for the princess to go back to her room?”