Twice?

He's been singing all night long, isn't that enough? Or even twice?

Don't pregnant women who are seven months pregnant deserve a vacation?

Chu Xian's hands fell on his shoulders, stroked them gently, and bent a pair of peach blossom eyes, half flattering and half bargaining: "Master, we are husband and wife, so it's not good to mark the price clearly." ”

The clear man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know which word she said to please him, and a smile appeared in his phoenix eyes.

It seems that Wuge is not worth the stupid rabbit pulling down his skin and begging him.

He got up and was about to go out.

Chu Xian hurriedly grabbed his sleeves with both hands, frowned slightly, and stared at him tightly.

The fourth master stretched out his other hand, broke her fingers one by one, and said helplessly with a cold face: "That's it, it's rare for Fujin to speak, so it's up to you to give him a chance to practice." ”

But tonight, twice, not once.

He gave her face like this, shouldn't she thank him well?

The stupid rabbit thanked him for serving him, and it was deserved, and it was not a clear price.

The fourth master paced square steps with his hands behind his back and walked towards Yuqing Palace.

Early this morning, before he got up, the prince sent his henchmen and eunuchs to find him to Yuqing Palace.

Did he tell him to keep an eye on some of the big brother's movements when he led the troops out on the expedition?

Over the past year, the eldest brother's resistance to the Pearl Party has become less and less, and he even occasionally cooperates.

The prince's state of mind is no longer as clear and stable as before.

Born in the royal family, it is inevitable to fight for power. I only hope that the eldest brother and the crown prince will not do wrong things that damage the Qing Dynasty and the court because of the struggle for the throne.

While thinking about it, I was still thinking about what I would do in the next few days.

The stupid rabbit is seven months pregnant, and the fetal gas is stable, but the hearts of the people in the palace are unpredictable.

Thinking of the words that Liu Gege said to him yesterday, the fourth master squinted his phoenix eyes slightly and glanced in the direction of Yuqing Palace.

Some people have too many thoughts and have to guard against it.

Not only inside the palace, but also outside the palace.

Fortunately, he has already arranged it.

The grandmother who arranged for the real and false concubines of Tong Jiafu had already been sent to Luzon, thousands of miles away, and had lost her memory and was enjoying her old age.

In the future, if the old prince suddenly wakes up and wants to find out what happened back then, there is no possibility.

It's just that I'm afraid that Tong Jiafu is afraid that because of Tong Jiamuzhen's "death", Tong Jiafu is still holding back his strength, and he wants to take advantage of his absence to give birth to something else.

But fortunately, the small three-entry courtyard of the East Third Institute has long been a copper wall and an iron wall, tight inside and loose outside. Even if the old man wants to know something from Dongsan, he has to "spend a lot of effort". If Tong Jiafu wanted to stretch his hand directly to the East Third Institute, it would be impossible.

As for their tossing outside, he naturally had a lot of ways to stop the bad news from reaching the ears of the stupid rabbits.

When a woman gives birth to a child, it is a dangerous thing to step on the ghost gate with one foot. Even if others are not in the capital, they will not let anyone or anything affect the stupid rabbit giving birth.

The fourth master walked towards Yuqing Palace, and at the same time pondered repeatedly in his heart.

In the Forbidden City, there are still many people who have a plan.

……

Qianqing compound.

Kangxi Ye is in a good mood today, rolling stone bricks in the compound in the warm sun, and he is followed by Tong Guowei, Long Keduo, and Qingfu, the father and son.

He prides himself on being a benevolent and loving monarch, and has always been willing to give face to his courtiers.

For the New Year, although the imperial pen was sealed, the various time periods have already been arranged for each time period to let the minister accompany him to walk and talk.

At this time, it is the turn of Tong Guowei's family.

Tong Guowei, an old fox who has been immersed in officialdom for many years, stroked his beard, smiled and talked to Kangxi: