Chapter 210: Worship

Su Wanchun silently picked up the pen and wrote down Yinzhen's birthday in the notebook, saving time to forget.

It's almost the end of October, and there's still a long way to go.

Haitang walked in with the fruit and asked, "Master, you just want to celebrate Lord Belle's birthday, but what about your birthday?" ”

"My birthday?" Su Wanchun thought about it for a while, in modern times, her family never said it, and she didn't know what day's birthday it was, and what was written on her ID card was only temporary.

Chunhua put the tea on the table and said with a depressed face: "The master's birthday is April 26. ”

"Oops, forgot." Su Wanchun said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, what about last year's birthday, you ran away from home with Lord Belle, and this year's birthday, because you were too busy to get married." Chunhua originally remembered it, but when she saw that the people in the house were so busy, and Su Wanchun didn't care at all, she didn't say anything.

"Forget it, forget it, it's nothing." Su Wanchun looked very open, anyway, this birthday was not her own.

"Make up for it next year." Chunhua plans to hold a good event next year, and everyone will have a good time.

Su Wanchun didn't say anything, anyway, I'll talk about it next year!

The time soon came to the death day of Empress Tong Jia, Su Wanchun and Yinzhen went to the imperial tomb in plain clothes, and of course Azhu also followed.

The couple took Ah Zhu to sit in the carriage, and the three of them didn't say anything.

Ah Zhu didn't look like he was a side Fujin, but he didn't have Tong Jiaming's beautiful atmosphere in his bones, and he still looked like a maid.

However, one thing is very good, Ah Zhu seems to be very honest at the moment, and has not done anything to make Su Wanchun embarrassed.

Tong Guowei, Fujin and the people of the Tong Jia clan followed in the carriage, they also did not have any words, and their expressions looked very heavy.

In fact, the Tong Jia clan understands in their hearts that if Empress Tong Jia does not die, then Yinzhen will not return to Concubine De's side, and she will not be estranged from them.

After about two hours, everyone finally arrived.

Su Wanchun and Yinzhen got out of the carriage and walked to the mausoleum of Empress Tong Jia.

Lighting the three pillars of incense, Su Wanchun and Yinzhen kowtowed, and did not say anything to pay tribute.

Tong Jiafujin knelt there and cried, muttering that Qixue was disobedient or something.

Yin Zhen thought that Tong Jiafujin was old, and didn't say anything, otherwise if he changed his usual words, he would definitely roar over.

After the worship was over, Yin Zhen helped Su Wanchun up, bent down and patted the dust off her knees: "Is it cold?" ”

"It's not cold, how about you?"

"I'm not cold either." Yinzhen is a gentleman, and he can resist anything.

Tong Guowei looked at the scene in front of him and knew that the two of them were true love!

Turning his head to look at Ah Zhu, Tong Guowei shook his head helplessly, the maid was born as a maid, and no matter how much she lifted, she couldn't change the life of the maid in her bones!

For Yinzhen's child from the Tong Jia clan, Tong Guowei is not so extravagant, let it be!

At the foot of the mountain at this time, Teng Lichuan and Tong Jiaqixue also came, they did not go up the mountain, but kowtowed at the bottom of the mountain, which can be regarded as mourning for Queen Tong Jia.

Teng Lichuan had already seen Su Wanchun and Yinzhen, and turned his head to ask Tong Jiaqixue: "Do you want to go over and say hello?" ”

Tong Jiaqixue gently stroked her lower abdomen and shook her head: "Forget it, if I am seen by Amma, it will be difficult to explain at that time, and it will be easy to recruit Wanchun." ”

"You're a month pregnant, so be careful." Teng Lichuan is also about to become a father, and he is very excited.

"Yes." Tong Jiaqixue's face was happy, she only hoped that Su Wanchun's first child could give birth to a son-in-law, so that she could really gain a foothold in the royal family.

Teng Lichuan helped his wife into the carriage, they had to go back to Miaojiang, the weather here was too cold, and they were a little unaccustomed to it.

When the leader of the dark guard saw Teng Lichuan, he quietly jumped in front of him and bowed his hand politely: "Sect Master, why are you here?" ”

"I have a letter, you help me forward it to Yinzhen." After Teng Lichuan finished speaking, he handed the letter to the leader of the dark guard.

"Don't worry." The leader of the Dark Guard put the letter away.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Teng Lichuan personally drove the carriage away.

The leader of the dark guard watched Teng Lichuan walk away, and quickly returned to his post, just waiting for them to go down the mountain so that he could hand over the letter to Yinzhen.

Tong Jiaqixue leaned on the side of the carriage and asked, "Does your husband like boys or girls?" ”

"Everything." Teng Lichuan has always been casual about this kind of thing.

"It's good to have a son and a daughter." Tong Jiaqixue likes both children and daughters.

"Definitely." Teng Lichuan said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Tong Jiaqixue is living a very happy life now, and these are all thanks to Su Wanchun's blessings.

Yin Zhen and Su Wanchun went down the mountain, and the leader of the secret guard came over: "Master, Sect Master Teng has come over and given a letter to his subordinates, asking his subordinates to pass it on to you." ”

Yin Zhen took the letter, quickly opened it and glanced at it, there was only one sentence written on it: This sect leader is about to become a father, you should also work hard!

"Cut, show off!" After Yinzhen finished speaking, he handed the letter to Su Wanchun.

Su Wanchun glanced at it and said with a smile: "It's so good, this time the family is complete!" ”

"We'll have it next year." Yin Zhen only waited a year for Su Wanchun's sake, otherwise he would have had to do it this year.

"Hmm!" Su Wanchun thought of the pink and tender little crescent of Dafu Jin again, and counted the days: "There are still more than 20 days before the crescent moon is full, I have to go and see it then!" ”

"You'll hold it then."

"That's right!" Su Wanchun likes children very much now!

It's almost time, Yinzhen and Su Wanchun and Ah Zhu got into the carriage, and when they saw Tong Guowei coming over, Yinzhen said politely: "Don't be too sad, Lord Tong Jia, Huang Eniang has been dead for more than three years, I believe that she will bless you in the sky." ”

"Thank you, Four-Baylor."

"Let's go back to Beijing." Yin Zhen lowered the curtain.

Tong Guowei got on his horse and walked to the capital with a large army.

Su Wanchun leaned against the window of the carriage, lifted the curtain, was surprised to find that there were snowflakes floating outside, stretched out her hand to catch a little, and said with a smile: "Yinzhen, the snowy imperial garden is very beautiful!" ”

"I still remember the birthday of Huang Mama, you accompanied me to relax in the imperial garden." As soon as Yinzhen remembered the picture at that time, his heart was very warm!

Su Wanchun remembered that it was the first time she kissed Yinzhen, and she was embarrassed to say anything when she thought of Ah Zhu sitting next to her.

Yinzhen regretted that he brought Azhu over, it was too delayed.

Ah Zhu was also embarrassed, but she couldn't come and talk about it.

Tong Jiafujin sat in the carriage and couldn't help scolding: "Ah Zhu is a waste, where can she compare to Mingxiu, if I knew that she was so incompetent, it would be better to kill her directly, so as to save our family!" ”

The person next to him didn't dare to squeak, this matter was arranged by the emperor, who dared to talk more?!

Tong Guowei heard his Fujin's abuse, but he didn't say anything, this matter is indeed aggrieved!

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