And these are all things before he was born, how can he fight? He could only endure the blame of his mother and remained silent.

Because of this, he only loves Yang Huixian in this life, just like his father did to Concubine Le Zheng back then, the difference is that he will not take any more concubines!

Unexpectedly, pampering her daughter, Xian'er would also taste it.

"You're the crow!" A strange cry, hugging for his daughter, knowing that she is tender and cute, how can she be a black crow!

Seeing that she no longer wanted to compete with her for favor like Fang Cai, she explained: "Xian'er, there is a kind of divine bird that is also black. "And it's a three-legged golden crow, Qin Zixiao said vaguely.

How can he really compete with his own daughter for favor, he has not competed with his own son for favor, wouldn't it be better for one more person to love her?

Palace

"The old minister sees the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live."

"Hurry up, please get up, the protector general of the country of Heaven and Heaven doesn't have to be too formal, come and give me a seat!"

Although Qin Cao is still a dragon today, his tone is a lot kinder, and in Yang Qiao's eyes, he is better than the demeanor of the Emperor Taishang back then.

And now, there is no emperor, only a cultivator who has left the world, and Yang Qiao thinks that he will definitely visit the former emperor later.

"Old minister, thank you to the emperor." Get up and sit down in the hall.

"Stand down!" Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, he immediately retreated left and right.

Xiao Lengzi ordered the eunuchs to exit the imperial study and closed the door.

"General Yang can say anything he wants." Qin Cao wore a bright yellow dragon robe and sat on the dragon chair, as if he was looking at the world.

"The dog Yang Jing Sito's old minister thanks the emperor...", Yang Qiao wanted to thank him again, but was held by a pair of hands, "I didn't see the wrong person, everything is God's will." ”

Qin Cao was thinking, Yang Jingsi was a man who had been waiting for a man for twelve years, but he was in his palace day and night, this was indeed the will of heaven, and now that the two of them had reunited, he could be regarded as obedient to the will of heaven and returned them to perfection.

People's joys and sorrows are like the cloudy and sunny days of the moon, the eternal and unchanging law, how long will it take for him and Fan'er to sleep in the same bed?

Following

Husband and wife! It's nothing more than a quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, Yang Huixian can't stand Qin Zi's love for her all night, and she is considerate and considerate.

"Xian'er, do you know the heart of the son?" Qin Zixiao struggled with his ears and temples, and his slightly dry and hoarse voice came out of his slightly dehydrated mouth, which was all tempting.

The dumb magnetic into the ears, the already red earlobes were even redder, "Zixiao, I understand." ”

In any case, she is Qin Zixiao's only wife, and no one can realize how happy it is to be entangled with her.

Just like five years ago, she should believe that whatever he does is for her good, and he is not good at expressing the words that she may have said all his life, and this act is just a reason why he does not need to say or cannot say.

"Xian'er, let's go take a bath." As he spoke, he got up slowly, and the strands of hair that had been intertwined overnight on the pillow were reluctantly separated.

Yang Huixian was picked up and went straight to the bathroom next to the dining room, looking at the sky above her head that was as gloomy as the blue sea, and the full moon hanging high with white light, "Tomorrow is the birthday of your love?" ”

"Xian'er, it's today." tightened the person in his arms, and there was no time to look up at the morning light.

On this important day, he had only two heads, giving the night to his wife and the day to his daughter.

Yang Huixian blamed herself a little, if she hadn't seen the round moon in the sky, she wouldn't have remembered her daughter's birthday: June 17.

Looking at the person who was displeased in deep thought, Qin Zixiao silently bathed and changed his clothes, and then returned to the bedroom.

"Don't think about it, I won't blame Xian'er for falling in love." comforted.

Yang Huixian was silent, she only cared about playing with her son, and paid too little attention to her daughter, she had to make up for it in the future.

Today is the Eternal Festival, the emperor's birthday, and it is also a festival that was abolished by the old emperor because of the death of Concubine Le Zheng. Therefore, Qin Qingxin's birthday was uneventful, and there was no banquet to entertain the guests.

At noon, Yang Huixian, who had slept for a long time, hurriedly got up, but found that the pillow was already cold, and she couldn't delay, so she called Xiao Yu to serve her to wash and change clothes.

"Where's the son?"

"The eighth prince is in the kitchen." Xiao Yu said happily, today is the birthday of the little princess, and everyone in the palace has received a rich reward.

Yang Huixian urged to hurry up, tied his belt and ran out, but was called back by Xiao Yu, "The princess hasn't curled her hair yet?" ”

Looking at the eager appearance of her princess, Xiao Yu was overjoyed, and secretly sighed that the eighth prince was so good to the eighth princess, never harshly disciplined, but he was not pampered and indulged, but he always let her stay true.

And since the eighth princess married as a ** and a mother, she rarely goes out to teach her husband and children, which is much different from before, which is due to the general's wife, Xiao Yu thought so.

"What do you want?" The heroic eyes saw the distracted Xiao Yu in the bronze mirror and asked.

"No, no." Hurriedly came back to his senses, sped up the movements in his hands, from time to time, the green silk bun, shot into a double knife, embellished with jade silver hairpins, and the elegant makeup was delicate and decent, the two complemented each other, adding a bit of gentleness to Yang Huixian.

I saw Yang Huixian, who was dressed in a green and emerald cigarette shirt and a pleated skirt with the same color mist scattered flowers, out of the room, with a light gait, a fluttering line, and her dress rippling back and forth like water ripples, just like her mood at this time, looking at her husband's heart.

The kitchen was busy, Qin Zixiao took Qin Chujian to prepare a birthday banquet for Qin, although his son was a little talkative, he was still very serious about doing things.

The two of them made a longevity noodle with their own hands, and were about to put it in the pot, when they saw the person who appeared at the door, "Xian'er, you come." Qin Zixiao stepped forward and took it with one hand and taught her how to go down with his own hands.

Yang Huixian took a hand in this way, and the three of them made a bowl of longevity noodles for Qin, looking at his son's flour and soot in front of the stove, he couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha~"

"It's unfair for the mother concubine to laugh at her sons like this." A childish look that hasn't taken off but is serious.

Hearing this, Yang Huixian glanced at the small white handprints printed on Qin Zixiao's robe, "You say your mother is unfair?" So who soiled my husband's robe? ”

"This? I'm afraid this is my sister, right? Xiao Chujian put his soul-painted hand behind his back and said in a slurred voice.

Walking outside the door, one big and one small, happened to see their students doing things that wanted to cover up, and said, "Little Shizi has forgotten the teaching of the teacher? ”

Hearing the sound, Xiao Chujian chuckled in his heart, quickly got up, and saw his sister walking inside with the door frame, and behind him was his enlightenment teacher Xi Binyi.

Dressed in a brocade white robe, gentle and elegant, full of scholarly fragrance but intimidating, he memorized it silently, "The master said: children's words can still be unscrupulous, do not deceive people, a lie is a hundred lies, it is difficult to fulfill, if you treat people sincerely, over time, a word to convince the public." ”