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Zhu Youzhen glanced at it, Zhou Yufeng didn't say anything, and Hu Xinxue and Wang Meiyu didn't mean to do anything, so he had to say it himself.

I don't know if the quality of fireworks and firecrackers in this era is passable, and if there is a crotch cannon, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, Zhu Youzhen lit the fireworks, and after a delay of a few seconds, the fireworks, like the bullets of a flintlock pistol, "swished" and rose into the sky, exploding a fluttering butterfly in the sky.

"Ah, butterflies!" Wan'er clapped her hands, raised her little face, and the green silk on her sideburns danced slightly with the trembling of her body, like a butterfly fluttering in the peach blossom bush.

When Zhou Yufeng looked at the ceremonial flowers again, it had been swallowed up by the night, Wang Meiyu covered her mouth and smiled, Hu Xinxue, who was standing at the back of the crowd, was limited to silence, she thought of Yansui's Chinese New Year's Eve, and it was also Zhu Youjian who took her to release the ceremonial flowers.

Chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, lotus flowers, camellias, and flowers are different, Zhu Youzhen was stupid for a while, and casually chanted a small poem by Bian Zhilin: "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery // The people watching the scenery look at you on the bridge // The bright moon decorates your window // You decorate the compelling dream //"

"Is Your Majesty laughing at your concubine?" Wan'er pursed her lips, not knowing whether to be angry or coquettish.

"No, I just think you are like a butterfly, and you are also a colorful butterfly," Zhu Youzhen put another box of flowers, "Look at it, it looks like Wan'er's sideburns?" ”

"It turns out that Your Majesty can still write poems?" Wang Meiyu didn't care whether the blooming ceremonial flowers looked like Wan'er or not, she looked at Zhu Youzhen with anticipation, "Your Majesty, can you make a song for your concubines?" "Yes, yes, it's just ......" Zhu Youzhen didn't know if there were poems in his mind.

"Just what? Could it be that Your Majesty is Jiang Lang who is exhausted? Wang Meiyu gave Zhu Youzhen a rare look, and her eyes were like crystals covered with a light veil under the illumination of the palace lamp.

"Okay, then I'll try it, you listen well," Zhu Youzhen coughed, adjusted his breathing, it seems that he has a trick, or Hu Xinxue and Zhou Yufeng will let themselves make poems, won't they show their stuffing? "Under the crystal curtain, half an arm is covered with frankincense, and the skin is really like snow, and no one is allowed to be cold."

Wang Meiyu can learn Chinese well, where do you know that this Qing Dynasty poet Sun Yuanxiang's "Instant Matter" describes the frankincense of a mature woman, this ancient style is not easier to understand than the vernacular poem written to Wan'er just now, Wang Meiyu didn't understand the meaning of the poem at all, so she was there.

Zhou Yufeng, a talented woman in Jiangnan, understood it, she laughed so hard that her chest trembled, if it was to describe her, it would be more appropriate, she didn't laugh at her voice, so she had to cover her mouth, her entire upper body shook rhythmically, and she was afraid of hurting the fetus in her womb, so she had to pinch her waist with her left hand, desperately trying to straighten up, but she leaned on Zhu Youzhen's body.

Wan'er had no scruples about being pregnant, she grabbed tears and snot with laughter, her body was already unstable, so she had to hold her stomach, bend down and squat, and look at Zhu Youzhen with her head up, laughing wildly, and she didn't even notice that her right hand was covered with snot and tears.

Hu Xinxue is also literate, and there are obvious words in the poem, how can she not understand? It's also a shallow smile.

"Is it that funny?" Zhu Youzhen glared at the concubines one by one, and then stretched out his hand to help Zhou Yufeng, "Feng'er, be careful, don't hurt the child." ”

Wang Meiyu is really smart, she was just just a fun, how can she know what poetry, seeing the reaction of the women, she immediately understood that this is not a good poem, and couldn't help but look at Zhu Youzhen angrily, and the two pieces of white water on her face turned into two red lanterns.

Zhu Youzhen deliberately didn't look at Wang Meiyu, and pulled Wan'er, "Wan'er, the ceremonial flowers have been released, let's go back and rest!" He put his arm around Zhou Yufeng's waist again, "Feng'er, be careful of the child, don't be too tired." ”

His eyes were on Hu Xinxue, who was still smiling, "Xue'er, it's late at night, it's cold outside, go back!" ”

Zhou Yufeng's body was a little tired, so he obediently walked to the palace, Wan'er and Hu Xinxue followed Zhu Youzhen's side, and returned with a smile.

Zhu Youzhen was about to stretch out his hand to Wang Meiyu, but Wang Meiyu didn't appreciate it, he shook off Zhu Youzhen's hand and rushed to the front of everyone angrily.

Zhou Yufeng's body remained unchanged, Wan'er stayed in Kunning Palace, waiting for Zhu Youzhen to wash his feet and change clothes, Hu Xinxue accompanied Wang Meiyu, who was still angry, and went back to the palace to rest, Yanxi Palace and Jingyang Palace where they lived were only a few steps away from Kunning Palace.

When Zhu Youzhen came to Zhou Yufeng's bedroom, Zhou Yufeng was already leaning on the head of the bed, as if he was thinking about something funny, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Seeing Zhu Youzhen coming, his smile became even denser, "Your Majesty ......"

Zhu Youzhen nodded and sat down on the edge of Zhou Yufeng's bed, "What is Feng'er laughing at?" Let's hear it. ”

Zhou Yufeng's little face was like stealing two lit red candles, and now there were only two people in her boudoir, she did not avoid it, but met Zhu Youzhen's gaze, "Your Majesty, that poem just now, was it really improvised by Your Majesty?" ”

Zhu Youzhen thought, the person who makes the poem has not yet been born, and he is not afraid of piercing the Western scenery, "Of course, do I have time, I have done it in advance, waiting for you to post it?" Haha, however, I am busy with government affairs on weekdays, and I rarely write poems, and if I want to ask again, I am afraid that Jiang Lang will really be exhausted. ”

"Hehe, Your Majesty, do you say that Sister Yu'er knows the meaning of the poem?"

"I'm just kidding, it's okay to know, am I really ...... I'm not that kind of person. ”

"Your Majesty...... What kind of person is Your Majesty? Zhou Yufeng looked at Zhu Youzhen with some veins, and under the red candlelight, Zhu Youzhen's face became more and more resolute, more like a real man than when he was married in the Qingong Palace that day.

"Feng'er, what do you say?"

"Hmm...... According to the concubines, Your Majesty ...... Your Majesty is not like the emperor, but more like our sisters' father-in-law, at least in the harem, Your Majesty is such a person. ”

"That's right," Zhu Youzhen gently hugged Zhou Yufeng's fragrant shoulders and let her fall into his arms, "Emperor, that's what I said to the ministers, in this harem, I am your father-in-law, and you are all my family." ”

"Hmm." Zhou Yufeng's head was still buried in Zhu Youzhen's arms, and she didn't bother to raise her head, so she snorted lazily in Zhu Youzhen's arms.

Happy times are always very short, how much Zhou Yufeng hopes that Zhu Youzhen will stay, but thinking of her inconvenience, she still gritted her silver teeth: "Your Majesty, the concubine is tired, Your Majesty go to Wan'er, she is eager to have a child." ”

"Don't be busy, Feng'er, tomorrow is Xinyuan, I will also give myself a holiday, let's talk here now." Zhu Youzhen stroked Zhou Yufeng's little face, leaned down again, and pecked Zhou Yufeng's smooth and tender face like clotted fat.

Zhou Yufeng closed her phoenix eyes and silently felt Zhu Youzhen's warmth, and after a long time, she closed her eyes slightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to see our children?" ”

"Well, of course I'm going to see." Zhu Youzhen put his big hand into the quilt, and under the guidance of Zhou Yufeng, he put on Zhou Yufeng's still smooth and full lower abdomen, "Hey, the child seems to know that I want to visit him, he is moving!" ”

Zhou Yufeng smiled stupidly: "Your Majesty, the children are six months old, of course they will move." ”

The two of them kept warm for a while, and finally Zhou Yufeng pushed Zhu Youzhen away, "Your Majesty should go to Sister Yu'er, she is really angry tonight." ”

"Yu'er won't be so stingy, don't worry," Zhu Youzhen pecked Zhou Yufeng's forehead again, and then left Zhou Yufeng's bedroom, "Feng'er should rest early." ”

Zhu Youzhen didn't know how Wang Meiyu was doing now, he first came to Wan'er's Jingren Palace.

Wan'er had just taken a bath, her hair was still wet, and her pink cardigan jacket and beige long skirt had a unique charm under the soft candlelight.

Zhu Youzhen saw that Wan'er was smirking alone, probably for the poem just now, "Wan'er, what are you laughing at?" Do you know I'm coming over tonight? ”

Wan'er was startled, she suddenly smiled, and patted her chest with her little hand, "Your Majesty is here, and you don't make a sound?" I'm scared of the concubine! ”

Zhu Youzhen smiled: "Wan'er doesn't need to show off, I know that your chest is big, whiter and softer than the steamed buns in the palace." ”

Wan'er to a light deer, she put on red embroidered shoes, and pounced on Zhu Youzhen without a sound.

Zhu Youzhen thought that Wan'er was going to work hard, but Wan'er hugged Zhu Youzhen's waist, buried her head in Zhu Youzhen's chest, closed her eyes slightly, and her little face that had just been smoked by hot water was slightly red: "Your Majesty will bully Wan'er." ”

After pausing for a while, as if he had rested enough in Zhu Youzhen's arms, he raised his head slightly and looked at Zhu Youzhen shyly: "Anyway, the concubine is His Majesty's person, and His Majesty can bully him as much as he wants." As soon as he finished speaking, his head was buried in Zhu Youzhen's chest again, and he greedily breathed the masculinity of Zhu Youzhen's body.

Zhu Youzhen gently hugged Wan'er's small waist, his big hand was about to move down, and he was just about to have a zero distance from Wan'er's incense # buttocks, but Wan'er murmured in Zhu Youzhen's arms: "Your Majesty, why did you suddenly start making poems?" I've never seen ...... before."

Zhu Youzhen knew that Wan'er was asking the first poem, she was smirking just now, she must be reminiscing about this little poem, "Wan'er is like a cheerful and carefree butterfly in my mind, even if I am tired from reading the ministers' recitals, as long as I think of Wan'er, my mood will improve." ”

"Your Majesty!" Wan'er's head arched into Zhu Youzhen's arms again, and her hands leaked Zhu Youzhen's waist tighter.

Zhu Youzhen smoothly put his big hand on Wan'er's two-petal incense # buttocks this time, Wan'er didn't dodge, she was silently looking forward to it, but she heard Zhu Youzhen's voice a little disappointed: "Wan'er, Yu'er is a little angry tonight, right?" ”

"Well, probably!" Wan'er didn't raise her head, her body was motionless, and she still maintained the posture just now.

"Wan'er, you go and call Yu'er over, coax her, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, if you are angry, this year is over, but you have to be angry." Zhu Youzhen said in his mouth, and his hands were not idle.

"Well, Your Majesty!" Wan'er replied lazily, but did nothing.

Zhu Youzhen withdrew his troubled hands, picked up Wan'er's little tender face, and pecked on her fragrant lips, "Wan'er, go, Yu'er may be waiting for you to come over to comfort!" ”

Wan'er reluctantly left Zhu Youzhen's warm embrace.

After a while, Zhu Youzhen heard soft footsteps outside, like soft-soled embroidered shoes on the ground, it was estimated that Wan'er had returned.