Although this matter is strange, Emperor Jiawen is not energetic in the end, and after a little discussion with several ministers of the court, he agreed.

There is no need to continue the war with Xiliang, and when the army that went to Xiliang returned, it just happened to escort the friendly Princess Xiliang back.

When Mu Mingshu received the letter, it was already the end of July, and he was so happy that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling, and on the second day, he began to order his subordinates to clean the Rui Wang's Mansion inside and out, so as to welcome Zhao Yiheng back.

She hasn't seen Zhao Yiheng for several months, and she occasionally sends letters in calligraphy and painting, but in the end it is difficult to solve the pain of lovesickness.

Not only did the house have to be cleaned up inside and out, but Mu Mingshu himself also called the sewing room rushed to make two sets of the latest style of clothes, and even the people under him also got a set of clothes, and they got an extra month's monthly money.

Now Zhao Ziyue is more than one year old and seven months old, and the road has been very steady, and his words are smooth, and he is his mother and father when he opens his mouth.

Every time Mu Mingshu heard him call Daddy, she couldn't help but take him into her arms and smiled: "Daddy will be back in a few days." ”

The entire Rui Wangfu was full of joy, although Zhao Yiheng did not win the battle this time, but it was better than a defeat.

Mu Mingshu held the old yellow calendar every day, and seeing that the days were getting closer and closer, she became more and more nervous, and thought about what clothes and jewelry she would wear on the day he came back, that is, she even thought about what accessories to wear.

But on the day Zhao Yiheng came back, she didn't use any preparations.

Zhao Yiheng still hurried up in advance, and returned to Rui Wang's Mansion overnight, Mu Mingshu woke up in the middle of the night to cover the quilt with Zhao Ziyue, and saw him standing in front of him coldly, and he was so frightened that he blinked his eyes, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Zhao Yiheng's face was frosty, his face was full of scum, looking at her stunned appearance, he also hooked his lips and smiled: "What's the matter, is your husband old or ugly, so you can't recognize it?" ”

Mu Mingshu blinked, laughed, jumped up from the bed, hooked his neck like a child, and said with a smile: "Master, you are back......

Zhao Yiheng's heart was shocked, he hadn't heard this title for too long, every time Mu Mingshu did Zhou Gong's salute with him, he asked him to call himself like this, even if she was coquettish, she would call him that.

His hands were full of calluses, and as soon as he clasped Mu Mingshu's head, he pouted and kissed it, and the hand holding her waist did not stop swimming behind her back.

There was a coldness in his lips, but his tongue was hot when he poked into Mu Mingshu's mouth, and he stirred her tongue, snatching it in her mouth domineering and eagerly.

Mu Mingshu stood on the couch, hugged Zhao Yiheng's neck, jumped slightly, asked him to catch it, and took the opportunity to giggle.

Her legs were clamped around his waist, which made Zhao Yiheng more and more excited, since he left Kyoto, he had never been close to women, in his words, he finally ate meat a few times, and turned back to the days of bald monks eating fasting.

Now that Mu Mingshu's soft body was close to him, the fire burned more and more vigorously, and he carried Mu Mingshu to the chaise congue by the window, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to remove his clothes as soon as he put her up.

The gray clothes on the outside faded, and the white middle coat inside also had a little dust, and Mu Mingshu pinched his nose with disgust: "It's really sloppy." ”

Even the sloppy Zhao Yiheng couldn't take care of it, he took off his middle coat in three or two times, and threw it back, but he coldly heard a voice with milk shouting: "Mother? ”

When I looked sideways, I saw Zhao Ziyue getting off the ground by herself, stepping on the ground with her bare feet, tilting her head to look at Zhao Yiheng.

The flame under Zhao Yiheng's head asked him to pour this "mother" cleanly, there was no spark at all, and he complained to Mu Mingshu dejectedly: "Why are you still sleeping with you when you are so old?" ”

"You're not at home, I'll sleep with him, and my heart will be at peace." Mu Mingshu covered his lips and giggled, beckoning to Zhao Ziyue: "Come here, this is Daddy." ”

Zhao Ziyue walked up to Mu Mingshu, continued to tilt his head to look at Zhao Yiheng, and only threw himself into Mu Mingshu's arms after half a sound, and glanced at Zhao Yiheng, and said, "I don't know." ”

When Zhao Yiheng left, he was only about ten months, and it has been almost a year now, and he has long remembered what Zhao Yiheng looks like. Mu Mingshu often mentioned to him that his father was very powerful, and he often brought him gadgets, he still liked that father in his heart, but this father suddenly stood in front of him, and he was not stunned again.

Zhao Yiheng's expression was a little lonely, and he looked at Zhao Ziyue with a little guilt, if he hadn't been away for a long time, he wouldn't have asked him to say "I don't know" when he saw his father.

Mu Mingshu saw his loneliness and guilt in his eyes, smiled at him, and stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Ziyue in his arms: "The big kitchen is warm every day, I asked them to bring it over, you are so good to wash it, I will coax Ziyue to sleep first." As he spoke, he winked mischievously at Zhao Yiheng.

Zhao Yiheng smiled helplessly, took two steps forward to Zhao Ziyue and kissed him on the cheek, and then got up and went to the bathroom.

Zhao Ziyue covered her face consciously, and watched Zhao Yiheng disappear in front of her eyes, then she took out her finger and pointed to the location of the bathhouse, and said indistinctly: "Daddy? ”

Mu Mingshu gently scratched his little nose and said with a smile: "That's right, that's Daddy." As he spoke, he carried him to the couch again, covered him with a quilt, and gently and skillfully patted him to coax him to sleep.

Zhao Ziyue fell asleep quickly, Mu Mingshu picked him up lightly, wrapped him in a cloak, and asked the maid who was keeping vigil to send him to the nurse, and then turned around and went to the bathroom.

Zhao Yiheng has been tired for many days, and at this time, he soaked in hot water and fell asleep comfortably, and Mu Mingshu was sad when he saw it.

lightly picked up the shaving knife and carefully shaved the stubble on his face, and then took Xiangyizi to bathe his hair and scrub his body. During this process, Zhao Yiheng kept his eyes closed and let Mu Mingshu toss, as if he was really tired.

Mu Mingshu became more and more sad when he saw him like this, and after so many months, he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered outside.

She finished rubbing Zhao Yiheng's back, and then rubbed his chest for him, but when it was her turn to be below the chest, she was a little worried, and when she thought of that thing, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she was pinching the towel and hesitated.

But when Zhao Yiheng suddenly opened his eyes, he smiled evilly, reached out and took her into the bathtub, the water splashed, and the entire bath room was wet.

Before Mu Mingshu could exclaim, he asked Zhao Yiheng to block his lips and swallow it again.

Zhao Yiheng's tongue poked into Mu Mingshu's mouth, stirring her tongue numb, one paw climbed the two rabbits unscrupulously, and the other pulled Mu Mingshu's soft and boneless jade hand to press her head.

"The body is cleaned, but the bottom of the head must also be washed."

Mu Mingshu's hand touched the thing, and he shrank back, but Zhao Yiheng couldn't move, his face was red, and there was a little emotion in his eyes.

"Lady, in those days when my husband was in the barracks, I couldn't eat well, and I couldn't sleep well, you see, my body has lost weight." Zhao Yiheng said softly, like a child.

Mu Mingshu laughed: "No shame, where have you lost weight, I see that you have gained weight." As he spoke, he blushed and grabbed the thing under his head, which made Zhao Yiheng shake all around.

With a hard hand, the clothes on Mu Mingshu's body were removed with a tearing sound, and the two of them were close to each other, feeling more and more hot.

"It's useless to just look at it with your eyes, your touch is really thin." Zhao Yiheng was sweating lightly, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he went straight to the topic.

Mu Mingshu hadn't done Zhou Gong's gift with Zhao Yiheng for a long time, and the petals on his head were wrapped tightly, so that Zhao Yiheng grinded for a while before opening them, but Mu Mingshu was so painful that his brows were wrinkled, and his neatly trimmed nails were tightly clasped on his shoulders, and he couldn't help but say: "It hurts, you ...... gentle."

Zhao Yiheng was in a good mood, and even followed Mu Mingshu, coaxing her to soften, lying on the edge of the bathtub, and going crazy from behind.

Mu Mingshu made a lot of noises, and those voices were panicked when he heard them, but Zhao Yiheng liked this sound more and more, and made a lot of trouble with her, and when the water in the bath bucket was cold, he got up and picked her up, wiped the water droplets on her body with a towel, and then put it on the couch.

Mu Mingshu got into the warm quilt, and smiled at him: "You came back ahead of schedule, when will the army arrive in Beijing." ”

Zhao Yiheng entered the bath room and took a clean towel to wipe the water on Mu Mingshu's hair, and said casually: "Maybe it's two days." He also said: "I have to enter the palace to see my father tomorrow, and this Xiliang is very strange to seek peace." ”

Mu Mingshu also knew about Xiliang's sudden request for peace, and heard that there was a princess Xiliang who came back with the army, she raised her eyes and asked, "What is the origin of Princess Xiliang, have you found out clearly?" ”

"She is the sister of King Xiliang, and it is said that she is very favored." Zhao Yiheng's expression was faint, but he frowned imperceptibly, and calmed down again: "That Princess Xiliang is not comparable to those noble girls in Beijing, if you meet it in the future, try to avoid it." ”

It's not that those noble girls in Beijing can compare, they are happy to beat and scold the maidservants, and if they are not happy, they want to beat and scold the maids.

Mu Mingshu rarely heard Zhao Yiheng evaluate a person, and he didn't know whether his evaluation was good or bad, but since he wanted to avoid it, she naturally wouldn't bump into it.

Mu Mingshu had a lot of things to say to him, but now that she is back, she is not in a hurry, she only picks out what she thinks is important to talk to Zhao Yiheng, including Su Ruolan and Li Chengyan.

Zhao Yiheng listened, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What the husband didn't tell you at the beginning was to see if the lady was jealous." ”

Mu Mingshu glared, stretched out his hand and lifted his ear: "I owe a lesson." ”

After two days, Princess Xiliang entered Beijing, and Mu Mingshu really saw something that was incomparable to a noble girl in Beijing.