Wouldn't it be better to have another child?

Zhao Yiheng thought like this, and his eyes fell on Mu Mingshu again, she hurt her body when she gave birth to Zhao Ziyue, if not, she was afraid that there would be a lot of children.

Such a thought flashed in his mind, but it was not practical, he touched Wen Yunyi's delicate cheek and said, "This child is good-looking, Qinghe will take her into the palace more when he has time." ”

Yang Qinghe couldn't figure out what Zhao Yiheng meant, but he still responded respectfully on his face, but he thought in his heart: The fifth cousin is really different from before.

Zhao Yiheng said "um", and the little man in his arms was handed over to Miaoqin again, and then he stood up from the upper seat and brushed the wrinkles that did not exist on his clothes: "It is rare for Mrs. Mu and Qinghe to enter the palace once, so let's go back after lunch in the palace." ”

He is now a high emperor, and what he says is like that holy decree, how can the Liu family and Yang Qinghe have no reason.

Zhao Yiheng also sighed in his heart, and left without even saying anything, he was still lonely in a high position.

Mu Mingshu also had lunch with Liu's Yang Qinghe and the others as he said, and they just chatted a few words about the parenting scriptures and the new things outside, and then sent them out of the palace.

Liu came out of Kunning Palace until he got out of the palace gate and got into the carriage, and the smile on his face was withdrawn, Yang Qinghe hugged Wen Yunyi and followed behind, seeing Liu's pale face and hurriedly asked: "Uncle is not feeling well?" ”

Liu waved his hand: "It's fine, it's just a little tired." As he spoke, he drove out the maid who was waiting in the carriage, and then pulled Yang Qinghe to lower his voice and said, "Mingshu, what happened?" ”

The children are all older, and there are many things to hide from the Liu family, she knows it, and she knows that it is all for her own good, and she never cares. But there are some things that the children don't say, and she can see it, just like Mu Mingshu and Zhao Yiheng, looking at each other as respectful as guests, but there is a wall between the two.

There is also the matter of Mu Li, although she doesn't know about the court, but she also knows that all men with some backbone don't want to live at home at this age, but everyone doesn't say that she doesn't know it, but she doesn't want Yang Qinghe to talk about going to Suzhou in the palace today, and her whole person is blind, as if she doesn't know anything.

Wen Yunyi in Yang Qinghe's arms was already asleep, she still habitually patted the villain, and said softly: "Uncle don't worry, the queen is fine, the emperor respects her very much, Ziyue is young but also very obedient, what can she do." ”

He also said: "As for the matter of my uncle going to Suzhou to recuperate, it's just a pretext, Brother Ziran thinks that my uncle is now at home, so it's better to take everyone to take this opportunity to go outside and see more, it's useless to always nest in a place as big as Kyoto, and Mingyuan's age is the time to increase knowledge, as the so-called reading thousands of books is better than traveling thousands of miles, and there is no harm in walking around." ”

"Qinghe just told the queen mother about this in the palace, and she also said it was very good, and sighed in her heart, but it was a pity that she couldn't go together."

"That's what you said?" Liu didn't believe it, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything wrong here.

"Uncle, what did Qinghe lie to you." Yang Qinghe chuckled: "My aunt was born in Kyoto, grew up in Kyoto, and married in Kyoto, don't you want to take this opportunity to go out for a walk?" ”

Liu didn't speak, she was not a wooden person, how could she not want to go out to see the outside world, but as Yang Qinghe said, she was born in Kyoto, grew up in Kyoto, married in Kyoto, and thought that she should die of old age in Kyoto in this life, and never imagined that she would be able to walk out of Kyoto one day.

Seeing that Liu didn't speak, Yang Qinghe stopped talking, and only lowered his head to look at Wen Yunyi in his arms, but his heart was full of feelings, Zhao Yiheng and Mu Mingshu had been in love for each other for many years, she was envious, and she never thought that it would be like a stranger in just one year.

And after sending off the Liu family and Yang Qinghe, Kunning Palace returned to its previous desertion, Mu Mingshu stood in front of the window and pulled an early-blooming chrysanthemum and crushed it fiercely, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

The wren brother who could only learn to speak under the corridor kept jumping around in the cage, shouting from time to time: "Bad things, bad things, bad things"

Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Mingshu couldn't help but smile: "Go and move that bird in." ”

Miao Qi deserved a sound, went to the outside of the hall to get a birdcage and came in, Mu Mingshu walked to the desk to deal with palace affairs, and nodded to the vacant space above: "Just put it here." ”

With this little thing with a dry tongue, it will not be too deserted in this hall, Mu Mingshu sighed in his heart, picked up the palace affairs stacked on the desk, and looked at it carefully.

After two hours, the wren woke up from his sleep in the birdcage, ate and drank the bird's food and water, and continued to jump.

Mu Mingshu listened to it scream several bad things, then he looked up at it, and put the tip of his pen into the birdcage to look at it: "Bad things, what will you say besides saying bad things?" ”

The bad thing didn't understand her words, and still screamed "bad thing" in the birdcage.

Mu Mingshu pursed his lips and said, "It's useless." Only then did he continue to bow his head to deal with palace affairs.

After the bad thing was called "bad thing" for a while, it suddenly changed its name: "Lady, beauty, lady, beauty"

Mu Mingshu raised his head suddenly, and became more and more upset when he heard this indecent remark, and his face turned cold: "Don't call again, otherwise this palace will roast you again." ”

Bad things are bad things, not only was he not threatened by Mu Mingshu, but he intensified: "Brother, good brother, good brother"

Mu Mingshu's cheeks burned red in an instant, often when the boudoir was happy, she always called Zhao Yiheng like this, and her body and mind were happy at that time, even if she said something embarrassing, she didn't feel embarrassed.

Mu Mingshu dropped the pen in his hand, leaned back on the chair, and her mind drifted away, she and Zhao Yiheng obviously had a lot of things worth recalling, such as he broke into his own sedan chair, entered her boudoir in the middle of the night and stole her rosewood comb, and took her to watch the fireworks in the middle of the night.

There were so many things between them, some of which she remembered, some of which she couldn't remember.

She saw him laughing for himself, crying for himself, never fighting back and scolding, his eyes were always full of tenderness when he looked at you, and he was the only one in this world.

Thinking about Mu Mingshu, he couldn't help but cry, it was once so beautiful, why is it like this now.

She stretched out her hand to cover her cheeks and cried silently, letting the tears stain the makeup on her face, crying so dry that she instructed Miaoqin, who was waiting outside the hall: "You go and invite the emperor to come to Kunning Palace for dinner at night, and let the imperial dining room cook a few more side dishes that the emperor likes." ”

Miaoqin was overjoyed, and she hurriedly responded.

The lady of her family is no matter how good the relationship with the emperor is, she rarely takes the initiative to invite, and it is the first time she has met her on an errand by her mother's side.

And Zhao Yiheng, who was in the imperial study, was stunned when he heard Miaoqin's advice, although there was no obvious expression on his face, but there was a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, he coughed lightly, tried to stabilize his voice and said, "Got it." ”

Zhao Yiheng handled the affairs of the court and the central government early, and when the hour came, he went to Kunning Palace, Long Yu had just stopped, and he didn't want the eunuch to wait, and he strode inside, and he complained that Mu Mingshu didn't trust himself during the day.

Mu Mingshu wore a pink peach blossom palace dress, re-combed his cloud bun, and casually took two white hostas, without powder, and was holding bird food in the hall to tease the unserious wren brother.

Only then did he hear the sound of seeing the saint outside, and when he turned his head, he saw that Zhao Yiheng had already entered the door, staring at the apricot eyes with a slight surprise on his face.

Zhao Yiheng took in her expression, looked Mu Mingshu up and down, although his face was silent, there was a little smile in his eyebrows.

Mu Mingshu was only surprised for a moment, then smiled with crooked eyebrows, and stepped forward lightly to make a slight blessing: "You are here." ”

Zhao Yiheng was about to respond, but his eyes rolled again, he pretended to cough lightly, and responded without much emotion: "Hmm." ”

Mu Mingshu didn't take him seriously like this, he still had a smile on his face, but he took his hand to look at the wren brother and said to him: "This bad thing can say a lot now." ”

"Oh, really?" Zhao Yiheng pretended to say: "What will you say?" ”

Mu Mingshu's cheeks turned crimson, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yiheng, then lowered his head and whispered, "Just ask it." ”

Zhao Yiheng called Mu Mingshu to look stunned with autumn wave eyes, but his heart was as comfortable as drinking ice water on a June day, he put a fist to his lips and coughed lightly, and asked: "Bad thing, what did you say today?" ”

The bad thing was very energetic in the cage, and after saying a few words of "bad thing", he picked up: "Baby"

Zhao Yiheng choked, coughed a few times, and hurriedly suppressed the wren's words, and said loudly: "Go outside and wait." ”

The palace people who were waiting in the hall saluted and retreated.

Mu Mingshu's face was also crimson, this baby was also Zhao Yiheng in bed, and he was the first affectionate name for her, but he didn't expect this wren brother who learned his tongue to be so good at ear, hanging under the corridor outside the hall could make him hear it clearly, and he also learned.

Zhao Yiheng looked down and saw Mu Mingshu blushing and lowering his eyebrows wringing his handkerchief, grinning, but said, "Are you hungry?" ”

The voice was gentle and soft, like the spring breeze in March, which made Mu Mingshu's heart tickle.

Mu Mingshu looked up at him with a red face, and there was an indescribable style in his eyebrows: "I asked the imperial dining room to clean up a few side dishes with wine today, so my brother might as well accompany me for a few drinks." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his face became more and more red, and he skimmed his face a little uncomfortably.

"Okay." Zhao Yiheng took advantage of the situation and reached out to hold her green jade hand: "My husband may not have had a wine conversation with her wife for a long time." ”