Every time Mo Qingye caused trouble, the saint changed his method to punish Su Jinyan. A few days before getting married, he was punished to sweep the horse pen. It is said that this is to enhance the relationship between their newlyweds. The two of them are just hehe.

If it weren't for the fact that the man didn't dare to beat him, he would have been salivaing a long time ago.

Su Jinyan changed into Mo Qingye's homemade pajamas, "I wasn't punished, but I'd rather sweep the horse ring." Su Jinyan raised his eyebrows, thinking of the appearance of the saint shouting in the imperial study to level the northwest, he couldn't help but twitch in his heart.

Konishi waited outside, and when he saw that the prince and his wife had a good relationship, he smiled and withdrew.

The candle crackled and burned, and occasionally a spark exploded with a snort, but the two seemed to be extremely harmonious under the light.

Mo Qingye set up the dishes and chopsticks for Su Jinyan, and watched him eat two large bowls on the side, and the tiredness on his face went down a little. Then they fetched water and washed it, and the two of them finished their work.

"The Holy One won't give you food?" Mo Qingye looked at him and asked.

The round and swarthy eyes blinked, and Su Jinyan's throat moved in a thin shirt. As soon as he grabbed her with his big hands, he took her in his arms and sat on his lap.

The little person was held in his arms in a circle, looking petite and cute. Mo Qingye didn't struggle, leaning on Su Jinyan's heart and listening to his heartbeat, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Su Jinyan's cold face spread out like a peach blossom in March, and the whole person melted. He smiled in a deep voice, "His food is not so delicious." Besides, without you in the palace, the food is not delicious. Su Jinyan tapped her head.

Every time I look at her little head, little by little. Watching him eat with bulging eyes, or occasionally stealing some, his mouth is full, which makes people feel appetizing.

Su Jinyan couldn't help but say that since he met Mo Qingye, he had developed the habit of going to the barracks to fight every day. Hehe, follow her, it's so long meat......

Of course, the little Jiujiu in Su Jinyan's heart naturally wouldn't say it.

"No wonder Brother Shu came out of the palace every day as if he had been hungry for several days. Sometimes I even brought some food with me. The feeling is not full. Mo Qingye covered her lips and snickered. I feel that I can understand Hongsheng's mentality of coming to the general's mansion every day, and he will block the kitchen and refuse to move his feet.

Su Jinyan chuckled. He wouldn't tell a certain ball. In fact, there are also those who steal the snacks of the six princes in the saints.

In fact, his relationship with the saint is not as strict as the outside world thinks, in fact, he is more of a teacher and friend. The saint treats him more than friendship.

"I'm not full either." Su Jinyan lowered her head slightly, and whispered softly in her ear.

Mo Qingye was stunned. The head is slightly offset. Leaning on his stiff shoulders. Zhu's lips opened slightly, and he breathed like an orchid. "Didn't you eat two bowls of rice?"

A certain fox looked at him suspiciously.

The extreme beauty but a bit of bewildering innocence made Su Jinyan's eyes darken. The hand around her waist gradually became a little hot.

Mo Qingye sat on him, and naturally felt his momentum very intuitively. After a slight movement, he froze. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the man's hot gaze looking directly at her, and gently caressing the softness with one hand.

The house is full of charming, and the room is spring.

On the second day, when Mo Qingye woke up, the maid had already set the meal.

Xiaoxi walked in with the mermaid, the azure water blue-edged gauze skirt, the golden tunics, and the maids came in one by one.

Mo Qingye opened his eyes lazily, only to feel that his body was sore. It was even more tiring than the day they got married, but thinking of Su Jinyan's toss last night, Mo Qingye's face couldn't help but be covered with red glow.

Mo Qingye stretched out a white arm slightly, and before he could speak, his pretty face suddenly turned red, and he quickly retracted. Then he said, "You go out, Xiaoxi is alone." ”

Xiao Xi's face was also flushed at this time, and the young lady Fang Cai's tender white arms were full of shocking red marks, which made people's hearts beat more than once.

Rao is Mo Qingye is thick-skinned, and he couldn't help blushing at this time.

With a dry cough, trying to ignore his gaze and drift to his body, Mo Qingye asked, "What about the second master?" Have you had breakfast? ”

"The second master instructed us not to disturb the young lady, and we have eaten breakfast. The second master went to the camp, so that you don't have to be restrained in the house, and you can go out for a walk if you want to. Xiaoxi was a little envious, Second Master Su's kindness to the girl was simply surprising.

Even the girl is 100% convinced, and others feel envious of the doting eyes. What's more, those women who have a love for the second master. Xiao Xi inexplicably remembered the famous Liang Chuwen in the capital, who was too old to marry but did not want to marry.

On the day of marriage, the prince took the girl's sedan chair and dowry around the entire capital. She was also waiting in front of the sedan chair at that time.

Others don't know, she knows. Liang Chuwen covered his face with white gauze and never left a step off the sedan chair. Even the cramp of the last foot to go, a limp followed. Xiaoxi pursed her lips and waited for the girl to wash up and eat. Now that the girl has just gotten married, let's talk about some things steadily.

Besides, Shizi has never seen Liang Chuwen alone, so he must not have taken it to heart.

Mo Qingye pulled the collar, his face was a little hot, and he shone in front of the bronze mirror for a while, feeling that the red marks on his neck would not be exposed.

"Girl, the housekeeper of the garment shop is here, saying that she has come to make clothes for the girls in the house. But let her in? After breakfast, Mo Qingye was about to go out, and he heard Xiaoxi's report.

These days are Miss Mu's due date, and Mo Qingye is not at ease, so she plans to go out and have a look.

Mo Qingye's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and the men and women in the mansion each made two summer clothes, which was a lot of money in the Hou Mansion. What's more, this Hou Mansion is full of face, and it has always been the most fashionable shop in Beijing, and the money is not low. According to the time when the house is not connected, this silver coin is naturally a little troublesome.

It stands to reason that all Zhuangzi shops will have to be handed over in the autumn, but now there are still two months before the autumn. If it was in the past, this money would naturally be paid by the Gu family and the Xu family themselves. As long as the stewardship is in their hands, there will always be oil and water to be fished. But Mo Qingye didn't want to give the silver money to the white-eyed wolf to make up for it, so he naturally had to think about it.

Thinking of the sacrifice that would be presided over in the palace on the seventh day of July, Mo Qingye hooked his lips slightly. "Let her in."

The annual festival should be set at the beginning of the year to pray for good weather in the coming year. But Mo Qingye's situation is different, and this year's one is saved. Well, it was her own unwillingness.

He stayed on the altar for a few days, which was considered to be in line with the wishes of the people. After all, Liang Nianyu's matter is too oolong, if it weren't for the very good weather this year, I'm afraid that cracks will soon appear in the hearts of the people.

The Holy One would never allow such a thing to happen. But Mo Qingye's identity is still a little hesitant in the hearts of many people. After all, there was too much trouble going around in circles. The Holy One needs an opportunity to make a public announcement. to stabilize the hearts of the people.

A few years ago, there were some disasters in the Great Zhou, and the saint was not at ease, so he moved the sacrifice at the beginning of the year to the seventh day of July. Mo Qingye personally entered the palace to preside over the sacrifice. This has been set for a long time. The seventh day of the seventh month is also the day of the rain god sacrifice. (To be continued.) )

PS: The update is coming, it's coming, it's not coming, I feel like the book review area is going to be a business. What old books owe more daily regular debt collection, new book transfer package...... You're kidding me...... There are eight days left in this month, and I have thirty chapters to go. ay