It's getting late.

Along the way, after Xiao Jing's popular science, Xia Yuan knew how heavy the edict given by the emperor was, and it was still graded.

One to five products are fate, not the full name of Mrs., one product and two products are Mrs., three products are lady, four products are flattering, and five products are pleasant.

As for the six products to the nine products, it cannot be called a fate, it can only be called an order, the six products are Anren, and the seven products are collectively called Ruren.

And he, the champion of the new department, even if he waits for the official position, is an official position from the sixth grade, that is to say, according to the regulations, his daughter-in-law and mother can only be a peacemaker.

The commandment is definitely beyond the standard.

is also a loss of no culture, how could Xia Yuan have thought that there are still so many ways here, whether it is watching TV in his previous life, or, in it, he is asking the emperor for his life, and I haven't seen anyone ask for a life.

Of course, it is estimated that the emperor will still feel unhappy and think that you are disrespecting him.

Just a single edict, all of them are required to my head?

When he returned to the house at night, he greeted a warm welcome from a group of subordinates, and after a few casual copies, Xia Yuan took his little daughter-in-law back to the bedroom.

Closing the door, and even closing the latch, a candle lit the room, but it didn't look dim, he dragged Zhao Yuerong to the edge of the bed and sat down, and immediately pulled open his collar, and took out the holy decree that was not legal.

A sense of heroism arose, as if he was paying a wad of wages to show off his wife, and said domineeringly: "Sit honestly and stretch out your two hands." ”

Zhao Yuerong looked at him in a daze, and then looked at the two colors of yellow in his hand, revealing an innocent and confused look, but he still stretched out his two little hands very obediently.

"Flip it over, palms up."

Seeing that the pair of small hands flipped over, revealing the palms of Bai Shengsheng's hands, Xia Yuan unfolded the scroll of the holy decree with a sense of ceremony, revealing the contents inside, and then read:

"Xia's wife Zhao, Shu Wen Ju quality, Qing Fang Guiyu, soft and beautiful Chengyi, gentle and virtuous sexuality, Yonghe pure and pure, Shude and good"

As soon as he read the beginning, Xia Yuan called out to the good guy, will there be so many people who are the emperor?

How did you come up with all these adjectives?

He turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law, and sure enough, she looked cute, and probably didn't understand much at all.

Forget it, I can't understand this little thing very well, and the people who recite the holy decree seem to be eunuchs.

Xia Yuan sat next to her with the holy decree, "This is the holy decree that the husband asked you from the emperor, and the above meaning is to make you a five-grade edict."

The husband has not yet become an official, but he has become a five-grade first, and this holy decree was written by the emperor and his old man himself, but it is several grades higher than the ordinary holy decree, why are you stunned? ”

“.”

Zhao Yuerong still looked at him blankly, and immediately sniffed, his eyes were already filled with moisture, and then he sobbed and shed tears.

Seeing this, Xia Yuan had no choice but to put the holy decree aside, and then took his little cry into his arms, patted her back lightly with his hand, and instead of comforting her, he said another thing.

"Since moving to the capital, my husband has found that you are sometimes restless, especially after being admitted to Huiyuan, well, does Xiao Chuzi feel insecure?"

"The husband suddenly changed from a showman, to an understanding yuan, and then to a huiyuan, and now he is still the champion.

The husband ran so fast, the little camellia felt that he couldn't catch up, so he would be afraid, afraid that the husband would run far away and never see it again, isn't that so? ”

"Hmm"

Zhao Yuerong replied vaguely, and then sobbed softly: "I, I don't think I'm worthy of my husband."

The big reddish eyes kept falling tears, crossing the fair and delicate little face, with a sense of pity, Xia Yuan gently wiped her tears with his hand, "Who said that you are not worthy, now the little camellia is the five products of the imperial court, but the husband is not even a small official with a sesame size, you are much higher than the husband's status, and now the husband is not worthy of you." ”

The crying little girl in her arms was shy, shy, cowardly, stubborn and stubborn, and not very bold.

But it was the first person he met when he came to this era and his eyes were blackened, it was his wife, and this little wife accompanied him in those first difficult days.

Obviously they are not familiar with each other, but she hangs all her heart on herself, and she tries her best to be a wife at a young age.

Three meals a day, inside and outside the house, are all managed by this little wife.

Every day before dawn, I had to get up from the bed, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast when it was ready, so I hurried to the back mountain with a bamboo basket on my back, just to pick up some more branches early and save the worthless firewood.

I always save in various ways on weekdays.

It can be said that she picks the door, it can be said that she is too frugal, but her savings are always used on herself.

She wants to save some expenses for the family in this way, even if it is only a small one, and wants to save the family and make her husband better.

It's just that the thrifty little wife didn't expect that her husband ran too fast, not a little bit by step, but rushed to the finish line in the blink of an eye, and before she could react, the days changed dramatically.

Such a rapid change made her extremely uncomfortable, she was confused, she was hesitant.

I wanted to run behind, but I couldn't run when I took a step, so I could only stand in place in frustration, standing at a loss, feeling that I was useless as a wife, and I also felt that I was not worthy of my husband.

Xia Yuan lovingly wiped her tears, and comforted her softly: "Good, little camellia doesn't cry, your crying husband is also uncomfortable."

The husband knows that you can't run fast, but it doesn't matter if the little camellia can't run fast, you have a husband, if you can't run fast, the husband will run with you on his back, and he will never let you fall behind. ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Zhao Yuerong's tears fell even more fiercely, and she twitched her little nose again, trying to hold back these tears.

I can't cry, and if I cry, my husband will be uncomfortable.

She took out a hand from Xia Yuan's arms, wiped it vigorously on her face a few times, and then hugged her husband tightly with her arm, burying her face deep in her husband's arms.

She felt that the world had given herself too much, and God had really treated herself too well and given herself such a husband.

Satisfaction and happiness filled her little heart, but another fear squeezed in very unreasonably, she was afraid that such a husband would disappear one day.

Thinking of this, her arm strained harder, hugging her husband tighter.

It seemed that she still felt that this was unsafe, she raised her little face again, looked at Xia Yuan with misty eyes, and mustered up the courage to say to Ai Ai: "Husband. I want to have a room with my husband."

Today's third update has been reviewed again.,Every time I write about the plot of the sticker, it's always reviewed.,I'm also drunk.。

If you write it, it will be reviewed, and there will be a sense of separation, and if you don't write it, someone will spray it.

Envy the thirty-eighth day without a heroine.

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