Pampered Consort’s Acting Awards: 77. Time (catching insects)

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==Chapter 77 Time=

When it was time to hold the lantern, Xiao Yu returned to Jingren Palace.

The main hall of Jingren Palace was brightly lit and the windows were wide open. From a distance, Xiao Yu saw a piece of meat lying on her shoulder, moving very wantonly.

Qin Juan has always been afraid of heat, and now that summer has just entered, she pulls up her black ‌‌‌, revealing a section of her snow-skinned neck, with a few strands of hair hanging down on her temples, illuminated by the firelight , more tender and charming.

Nanny Yuan whispered: "My dear, the emperor has gained weight at first glance, and he is so exhausted from holding him like this."

Qin Juan gently patted ‌'s back, with a smile in her eyes and a pulse: "Little Douding, who is less than four years old, how can he be so heavy?"

Xiao Yun was half asleep, perhaps hearing that someone wanted to separate her mother. Her round **** first arched into Qin Juan's hand, and then shook.

Qin Huan responded and patted her twice before stopping.

"The emperor really likes to stick to his wife." Zhulan sighed at the side.

Qin Juan touched Xiao Yun's moist body, turned her head to Zhu Xin and said, "Zhu Xin."

"My servant is here."

Qin Chan said: "Bring over my newly made clothes from the four-drawer cupboard."

Zhu Xin quickly stood up, holding three satin coats of different colors in her hands, and came over and said, "Mother, here it is."

Qin Juan took the top piece of goose-yellow lining in her hand.

She laid Xiao Yun flat on the couch and took off his clothes when her fingertips touched ‌'s small body. Xiao Yun suddenly opened his eyes and flopped twice like a fish out of water.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Yun whispered: "Auntie, it's itchy, it's itchy, it's itchy..."

You can't be naked even if you're itchy.

Qin Juan smiled and quickly put on the inner clothes and straightened the skirt. Xiao Yun immediately reached out to Qin Juan, and in a blink of an eye, she was in her mother's arms again.

Qin Jing said softly to Aunt Yuan: "Mommy, it's already summer. Starting tomorrow, Your Majesty, please put away all those thick satins."

Nanny Yuan said: "Hey, I have written it down."

Aunt Yuan is considered an old man in the palace. She has long been used to hearing and seeing the drama of seizing a child in the harem. Qin Zhaoyi is becoming more and more favored now. She is not afraid of such a young and beautiful concubine once she has her. The flesh and blood of others will give rise to selfishness.

The Emperor likes Qin Zhaoyi so much. He doesn’t know how sad he will be when he finds out that he is not his biological child.

But when Grandma Yuan saw the undisguised love in her eyes, she once again felt that she was worrying too much.

Even if it is different from the biological one, this kind of maternal love is completely different from the current Holy Emperor and the Queen Mother of Chu.

At this time, there were calls of greetings coming from outside - "This slave greets the emperor."

Qin Huan and Xiao Huang looked back together.

She subconsciously put her son down and saluted ‌ to say hello. As soon as she bent her knees, ‌’s palm held her elbow.

Qin Juan met her incomprehensible eyes, stood up calmly, and said softly: "May you be safe, your Majesty."

Xiao Yu lowered his head to see his son.

Seeing that there was still the mark of Qin Juan's skirt on his face, he couldn't help but scratch it twice with his thumb, "Have you finished studying the copybooks I gave you a few days ago?"

The little emperor nodded and said, "Father, do you want to see it?"

Xiao Yu nodded, "Bring it here."

Nanny Yuan informed the little **** outside. After a moment, the emperor had two more copybooks in his hand.

The youngest son's wrist is limited, so he says he can write, but in fact it can only be said to be drawing edges and tracing shapes, let alone the horizontal strokes of the pen and ink.

There was no sleepiness in Xiao Huang's eyes.

"You must practice diligently and don't slack off." Xiao Yu touched his head and said, "Where is Taifu Yao's "Young Learning from Qionglin"?"

Xiao Yun said: "Geography."

......

Listening to this, Qin Juan couldn't help but sigh, and said silently in her heart: Opening and closing are all homework, no wonder Yun'er saw that her back was straighter than usual.

However, how could Qin Juan have imagined that when Xiao Yu was young, he had greatly expected Emperor Jiaxuan to take care of his homework like this. Unfortunately, at that time, Emperor Jiaxuan did not have such a son in his eyes. Instead, he preferred a son who could talk. King Yan and King Cheng.

After a long while, Xiao Yun was pulled away by Nanny Yuan.

Zhu Xin picked up the small clothes with the emperor's characters on the desk, bowed and stepped back.

In an instant, they were the only two people left in the palace.

Qin Juan couldn't help but said: "Haste makes waste in everything. Yun'er is still young, so your Majesty, don't be too hasty..."

"It is natural to be young and become accustomed to it. It is precisely because you are still young that you should set rules." Xiao Yu said seriously: "A Ling, I have lived for a hundred years, and I have been established in a kindergarten. As a person The eldest son of the emperor naturally works harder than others in order to be able to shoulder his important responsibilities."

As they looked at each other, Qin Juan frowned slightly.

Why does this person always give her the feeling that she wishes Xiao Yun could grow up overnight?

Xiao Yu looked into her eyes and said again: "Shang Gongju and Shangyi Bureau are not decorations. Just give instructions for Yun'er's clothes. Doing so many things will tire your eyes carefully."

Qin Chan said: "I am now seventeen years old and have very good eyesight."

Xiao Yu was startled, then raised the corner of his mouth and said softly: "It's up to you."

After the two of them took a shower, they sat on the couch. Xiao Yu reached for her waist, and with a force of his arm, he completely trapped her in his arms.

Her hair was still a little wet, and the water droplets flowed down her collarbone to the deep valley, and the man's kiss also followed the wetness all the way down.

As soon as she turned over again, she was pressed under him.

He has been like this these past few days, like a monk who has returned to secular life, dipped into alcohol and meat, and become addicted.

Xiao Yu has sharp features, deep brows and eyes, a straight nose and thin lips. If a man is born with this look, you can guess how cold and indifferent he must be. However, as long as he touches her, his skin will melt away. Like a prairie fire, my chest is hot, my breath is hot, and the magma is hot.

Qin Juan raised her head and breathed, her nails slowly digging into his shoulders. The next time, tears filled her eyes.

Xiao Yu stroked her belly with his hand, kissed her eyes and said, "Look at me."

Qin Juan pushed ‌ with a sob, and was forced to open her eyes again.

The speed slowed down again, and the man said in a hoarse voice: "Aling, put your legs on my waist."

When their eyes met, Qin Juan suddenly felt that this man really clearly distinguished father and son, monarch and minister, and husband and wife. At the moment, he didn't seem to be tireless in teaching.

Qin Juan refused, so ‌ rubbed her until Yingying's jade legs overlapped and pressed against the undulating waist of ‌'s back, then he refused to let go.

Qin Juan lost her strength and just closed her eyes when the man came close to her ear again.

‌cleared his throat‌, sighed, and cleared his throat again‌.

I stopped talking for a long time, only to hear Qin Juan's breathing became shallow, and then she said: "Aling, why don't you make me one?" In the past, my inner clothes were all made by you. made.

She moved, as if she heard it, but also as if she didn't.

Without waiting for a response, Xiao Yu slowly closed his eyes.

The moon rises and the sun sets, the sun rises and the moon sets, time flies by.

Two days later in the evening.

After Xiao Yu and Qin Huan finished their meal, they put down the golden chopsticks and whispered: "When you go to Lishan this time, try to avoid Qin Wang."

Qin Taishi was an official of the fifth rank, and he was also in charge of astronomical calendars and sacrificial books. He was an accompanying official.

"I know."

"The Mongolian feast lasts for at least three days. The concubines in the harem should attend. No drinking. Remember to bring water."

Qin Juan nodded in agreement.

After giving a few more instructions, he stood up to go to Yangxin Hall. Qin Juan stopped him, turned around, took out a piece of clothing from the four-drawer cupboard, and put it in his hand.

This is a moon-white robe.

Xiao Yu's palm froze, he looked at her and said, "What did you do?"

Qin Juan nodded.

Right now, the affairs of the Sixth Palace are not under her control, and the Queen Mother does not summon her if she does not like her. Her life in Jingyang Palace is really leisurely, and she does not fulfill her duty as a concubine, and as she said "Have a good life", It was done anyway.

Xiao Yu said: "When did you do it?"

Qin Huan said: "Heaven."

Oh my god, she still heard it.

"I haven't taken the needle yet." Qin Juan said softly: "Your Majesty, can you try it?"

Xiao Yu smiled and nodded.

Unfortunately, as soon as Yisha put it on her body, Qin Juan knew that the size was a bit too small.

"It's a little too small. It needs to be changed..." Qin Juan said slowly: "Wait a minute, I will re-measure your majesty's shoulder width."

To be fair, Xiao Yu's figure is really pleasing to the eye, with a tall and straight posture and a straight back. Looking at it this way, his shoulders seem to be wider.

Qin Juan first marked him with a tape measure, then drew a few strokes with a lead weight, and said softly: "Okay."

Xiao Yu looked back at her and said nonchalantly: "Thank you for your hard work."

It has been four years since I passed the window, and some things have changed quietly.

For example, the size of your hand is no longer the same as before.

For example, there are several scars of different shades on the body.

For example, she silently used the sachet.

For another example, she is seventeen and she is twenty-seven, and ten years have passed between them.