The child was frightened, buried himself in Fan Xin's arms, and cried out 'wow'.

Kunjiao crawled up and grabbed Yuan Lingjun's cuffs, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger, the prince is still young, and he can't be in a hurry for everything." She grabbed her leg and avoided making an irreparable move.

Fan Xin softly patted the little doll and told him not to cry. "Your Majesty, please allow the minister and the prince to retire." Fan Xin asked.

Seeing the doll crying so much that she couldn't breathe, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking, Yuan Lingjun felt uncomfortable, thinking that he was rebuilding a relationship with his son, but as far as the current situation is concerned, I am afraid that there is a long way to go.

After a long time, she exhaled heavily, obviously calm, "Let it go." ”

As soon as Kunjiao let go, she sat down again, and the expression on her face softened a lot, "Don't cry." ”

Min Xing was also tired of crying, and his crying gradually stopped, but he still didn't want to look at his mother, and rubbed his little face on Fan Xin's clothes.

Yuan Lingjun compromised, "Do you dislike your mother, or do you not like your mother's food here?" If you say it, your mother will never force you again. ”

The child looked at her pitifully, did not react, and did not answer.

Yuan Lingjun sighed helplessly, "Maybe this is fate, the fate of you and my mother and son is only limited to pregnancy and childbirth." She saw Min Xing secretly looking at herself, leaned over, picked out a small piece of pastry from the food plate, and handed it to his mouth, "Eat some, you should be hungry when you are tired of crying." ”

Min Xing, who was in Fan Xin's arms, sniffled, muttered a few times, rubbed his little head, like a shy kitten, only one eye was exposed, his clean and clear eyes reflected Yuan Lingjun's face, and then he glanced at his father Fan Xin, and after touching his encouraging eyes, he took the pastry and bit it in small bites.

Just now, his little hand touched his fingertips, and it was crispy and numb. Yuan Lingjun felt that his hands were trembling violently, and as if his hands were hot, the red charcoal quickly retracted into his sleeves, pinching his palms and not daring to breathe.

is also an ignorant and innocent child, and the scary ones are those adults who are full of greed and never stop. People with ulterior motives can no longer be allowed to continue to manipulate him.

By April, her wounds had scabbed over and were gradually falling off, but she had left an eternal scar on her chest, and she didn't mind at all, but the man who had left the mark on her was still suffering in prison. In the past, the Ninety-Five Emperor became a prisoner, and few people in the world could withstand the sudden change from the Heavenly Palace to hell, she instructed the prison officials to give Yuan Ying some hardship, but no one was allowed to hurt her life.

There are no brothers, there are not many sisters, the emperor is the most taboo for children to kill each other, but the struggle of the royal family has never stopped since ancient times, and father and son can be interpreted as enemies, let alone brothers and sisters.

Yuan Ying's soft-heartedness lies in any aspect, sometimes it can even be said to be appeased, and Yuan Ling's soft-heartedness is because of the bloodline, which cannot be parted.

This is only the fifth year of her reign, and no one can give an exact answer to what will happen after that. She often recalls the beggar woman she met by chance when she entered Lin'an, and the words written in tea, which were like phantoms, real and nothing.

Jin Palace Shaoyuan, she felt lonely, probably in response to the eternal spell of "alone".

Fortunately, Tongqing returned to the Jin Palace. The imperial mausoleum where she left a year ago was escorted to Yunzhou by people sent by Yuan Lingjun, and the Emperor Taishang held a ceremony for her and appointed a marriage.

It is rare to see happy events in the palace, and this year is a mixed bag. Yuan Lingjun hadn't been so happy for a long time, Fu Piao sent Princess Tongqing back to the palace, and she couldn't wait to rush to Changchun Palace to see her.

The incense burner was burning in the main hall, and a young girl leaned against the incense table, probably thinking about something, and occasionally looked up at the branches reflected in the window paper.

Yuan Lingjun strode in, smiling, staring at the girl suspiciously, "Hey, is this Tongqing?" She was twelve years old when she asked to go to the imperial tomb, and in a blink of an eye she grew into a beautiful girl.

"Sixth sister." Tongqing put his hand on his abdomen and lowered his neck to her.

She called her sister, and Yuan Lingjun listened comfortably and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so big, my sister almost can't recognize it." You go to Yunzhou for a year, how is he right? ”

"Father is fine, although he still often gets sick, but the doctor has carefully recuperated and is much better than before, so my sister doesn't have to worry." Tongqing's tears swirled in his eyes, his appearance changed, and his temperament was still so sentimental.

Because it was broken at the first touch, Yuan Lingjun didn't have much contact with her at that time, and Tongqing also relied more on Yuan Ying and Yang Zhai in the palace.

Yuan Lingjun looked at Se on the case, "Tongqing is learning Yase?" ”

Tongqing smiled slightly, "Tongqing went to Yunzhou to see his father, and he felt that he liked to learn, and his father also said that the sixth sister was good at this, and Tongqing could ask the sixth sister for advice." ”

Yuan Lingjun's eyes lit up, and he thought that he was useless in the eyes of his father, and it turned out that he also had skills that could enter his eyes, "Okay, if Tongqing doesn't understand anything, you can ask at any time." She stroked her eyelids, "Sister invited a few ladies into the palace in your name, and you can also meet them, don't blindly hide in the palace." ”

The women of the Southern Dynasty were known for their beauty and talent, and in order to gain fame, there were still many people who cheated. Yuan Lingjun's style is different from the traditional Southern Dynasty women, compared to the well-behaved family ladies, she prefers true temperament and not pretentiousness, and the few ladies invited are also real talents.

The female history Wang Beihua is also among them, and Tongqing likes her when he sees her.

Tongqing's wedding date is still early, stay in the palace days often go to the book to find Wang Beihua, Wang Wenghua is seven years older than her, take care of her as her own sister, get along for many days, the two gradually become confidants and friends, get together not to taste tea and flower arrangement, or to comment on each other's calligraphy and painting, to see if there is any benefit, Tongqing has what daughter's thoughts and Wang Beihua confided, the original melancholy temperament is also a lot more lively.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Yuan Lingjun often has a smile on his face, even if Min Xing still can't call her mother, she no longer feels irritable and troubled. Recently, Fan Xin has brought Min Xing more and more often, and she is happy to see it, every time she is extremely gentle with Min Xing, and the number of times Min Xing talks to her has also increased.

In mid-April, an obituary came from Hailing Kingdom, the king of Hailing died, and the young son asked for the throne. Yuan Lingjun vented his anger again, as soon as King Hailing died, his feudal kingdom was almost at the end of its rope. At the same time, Princess Yang Zhai arrived at Jingdi along with Jing Hou, and sent the envoys to embark on the return journey, and the Emperor of Eastern Wu was about to accompany the envoys to Lin'an.

Yuan Lingjun was disappointed more and more every time, and when he almost gave up, Longxi sent back the first letter in four years at this time.

"Your Majesty, Longxi sent back the flying book, it was a letter from the son." Kunjiao, who received the letter from the messenger, was overjoyed and ran through the forbidden place regardless of etiquette. (To be continued.) )