Fu Minghua took him over and watched him stare at him with a pair of eyes open, babbling from time to time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The child who has just been born seems to be one day at a time, and the nursing mother is sent by a reliable person personally selected by the Xie family in Jiangzhou, with a strong and plump body, and takes care of him white and fat.

Wrapped in swaddling clothes, a small pear socket is revealed on the cheeks when you smile, which is really cute.

Fu Minghua looked down at his son, and Bilan said:

"Your Highness is somewhat similar to you when you were younger."

In one sentence, Fu Minghua tilted his head and thought about it.

When she was a child, she didn't remember much what she looked like, and at that time there were a lot of rules and etiquette to learn every day, and how could she have the time to put her mind on looking in the mirror.

The master and servant were talking, but there was a sound of the palace people saluting and greeting outside, and it was Yan chasing after him.

He is going to ascend the throne tomorrow, there have been a lot of things recently, Fu Minghua didn't expect him to come at this time, he just handed the child into the hands of the nurse, and before he tidied up his clothes and stood up to pick him up, Yan Chai had already strode in.

The palace attendant knelt on the ground, Yan chased a glance at the son held in the nurse's arms, and his eyes quickly fell on Fu Minghua.

Because she had just hugged her son, her clothes were not neat, and her clothes were loose, faintly revealing her belly.

His eyes were a little hot, and he turned his face away, leaned forward and closed the hem of her dress.

Let's not say that Fu Minghua is still in the process of nurturing his body at this time, and he is still in filial piety, so it is useless to see too much, it is better to put on his clothes, so as not to find guilt.

Fu Minghua's face burned, he turned around and straightened his clothes, and his eyes fell on her thin waist.

Mama Xue and others waited for her very well, and it was only two months after she gave birth, and her body recovered almost as well as when she was not pregnant.

Bilan and the others saw Yan Chai's action, he was about to ascend the throne, but their attitude towards Fu Minghua was no different from before, and they couldn't help but rejoice for Fu Minghua in their hearts.

"Why is Saburo here?"

Fu Minghua had just straightened her clothes and wanted to turn around, but Yan Chai pressed her shoulders and sat down:

"Come and take a look, tomorrow's ceremony, you are waiting for me in the side hall of Xuanhui Palace."

Fu Minghua heard the meaning of his words, and was about to speak, when he shook her hand:

"I have discussed with Jiang Yin to draw up the queen's charter."

Datang has not had the master of the middle palace for several years, and at this time, Yan Chai instructed Jiang Yin, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, to take this matter very seriously.

Fu Minghua thought of something.

This time, Yan Chai ascended the throne, and all the princes and princes from all over the country entered Luoyang to worship, and even Jiangzhou, Qinghe and other places sent a large number of people into Luoyang.

"I'm going to take this opportunity to keep an eye out."

She pursed her lips, saw Yan Chai raise her eyebrows, a little puzzled, and couldn't help but reach out and help him arm and said:

"King Qi is already thirteen years old, and he will be fourteen when he turns over the New Year."

When Emperor Jia'an was dying, he was worried that the prince's stay in Luoyang would be wrong for Yan Chai's throne, so he mercilessly crowned this son as the king and expelled him from Luoyang.

ordered him to leave immediately within half a year, as soon as Emperor Jia'an's funeral was over, and he was not allowed to enter Luoyang without being called.

He was still young, and the Queen Mother felt sorry for him at the beginning, feeling that ordinary women were not worthy of her beloved grandson, and she had never taken a fancy to the beautiful lady.

Although Cui Guifei also saw each other later, Cui Twelve Niang, whom she instructed, finally fell in love with Yan Ji, but rather entered Yan Chai's backyard.

Naturally, the matter will be closed.

Until now, Yan Ji has not yet chosen a concubine, and his parents have lost suddenly, the only closest is Yan Chai's brother, who is lonely and far away from Luoyang City, which he has been familiar with since childhood, and goes to the fiefdom, which is really pitiful.

"When the Queen Mother was dying, she told me to take more care of him in the marriage of the ninth brother, just take this opportunity, if there is a suitable one, it is good to settle down."

Fu Minghua remembered that the Queen Mother was not at ease when she was dying, and she shook her hand to explain the matter, and she was a little disappointed when she mentioned it.

Cui Guifei chose to commit suicide that day, and more or less had the heart to protect her.

She sighed, Yan Chai nodded, frowned and said:

"Just look at it."

Yan Ji chose a concubine, first of all, Cui's daughter couldn't have it.

He knew that when Cui Guifei was alive, what he thought most was that one of the two sons would marry Cui's daughter, but unfortunately Yan Chai had a strong temperament at the beginning, and she couldn't call the shots.

In the end, Cui Guifei originally wanted to retreat and choose Cui Twelve Niang, but unfortunately the Cui family's ambitions were too heavy.

It's just that he didn't have to explain these words in detail to Fu Minghua, she knew it in her heart.

She is in communion with him, and if he is like a mountain, then she is a stream of water, complementing his temperament.

After Yan Chai said this, she remembered that she was now recuperating in her body, and she was a little serious:

"It's not that I don't want to help you," he paused for a moment, considering the tone of his voice, "Something ......"

He made an unfathomable look, pursed his lips, and his eyes were a little cold: "It's better for you to do it." ”

He can remember the magnates and famous families in Luoyang, the backgrounds and powerful interests of the little ladies in various provinces, but he may not be able to remember what each little lady looks like.

In Yan Chai's heart, in addition to the different backgrounds of each little lady and the different interests she represents, she only vaguely feels that they all look similar.

Yan Ji is the only one from his mother, and if Fu Minghua is interested in this, it is much better than him forcibly intubating Yan Ji's marriage.

Fu Minghua was made to laugh at the meaning of his words, nodded his head, and responded.

The couple were talking, but Yan Zhao suddenly cried on the side.

Fu Minghua was still looking at Yan Chai one moment, and the next moment he stood up:

"What's wrong?"

The nurse holding Yan Zhao was a little overwhelmed, and she wanted to confess but didn't dare to kneel, so she had to coax in a whisper.

Fu Minghua took his son over and coaxed him softly, Yan Zhao's two tears were still hanging on his eyes, and he gradually stopped his voice.

Yan Chai took the tea handed by the palace people, and felt that this scene was very eye-catching.

Fu Minghua hugged the child, and he couldn't pretend to be someone else in his eyes, he sat for a while, drank a cup of tea, and Yan Zhao took away all her attention.

Tomorrow is his enthronement ceremony, and he originally wanted to come over and talk to her.

When Yan Chai came out of the Guanfeng Palace, his face was a little ugly, and he asked Huang Yixing:

"Where's Yao Shi?"

Huang Yixing was drenched in cold sweat, and naturally he didn't know where Yao Shi was.

After Emperor Jia'an went, a group of rebels were cleaned up, and Yao Shi used to be a person who relied heavily on Yan Chai's side, and after Yan Chai ascended the throne, he was shot by the right servant of the Feng Shangshu Province.

Ruo Yan Chai passed the decree in advance to summon Yao Shi into the palace to discuss the matter, and asked at this time.

But he was not summoned in advance, so of course Huang Yixing couldn't answer. (To be continued.) )