Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 903 His Royal Highness's Cat - Part 1
The first floor of Beiyan Imperial Capital - Yanke Building.

As night fell, the market was still bustling with laughter and laughter.

Today's Beiyan is in the third year after the crown prince Fuzhu ascended the throne, the country's fortune is prosperous, prosperity and peace.

The common people love this virtuous king, while the women envy the virtuous king's darling—Empress Jiang.

Everyone in the world knows that there is only one person in Beiyan Harem.But it is this one person who is favored by today's saints.

From the beginning, when the new emperor came to the throne, all the officials wanted to put their daughters in the harem.A senior official raised his mouth in the court, and was demoted to a desolate land as a farmer the next day.

Although the official's life was not directly killed, things like losing the black hat are like directly killing the official.

Since then, no official has dared to advise the saint to accept his concubine.

However, the officials also deeply admired and respected this Empress Jiang.

Although Empress Jiang is a woman, she has made great achievements in the fields of politics, military, industry, agriculture, and business.She encouraged women to be independent and self-reliant, opened women's academies, policy for women officials, and also allowed women to earn a living outside, without being restricted by women's precepts and had to stay at home to support their husbands and children.

Right now, the sage emperor loved by the common people and Queen Jiang Wan, whom the women envy, are sitting in the guest room of the banquet building, sulking.

Rather than saying it was anger, it was better to say that Jiang Wan unilaterally lost her temper with her husband.

"Add ice!"

"Can't add."

Jiang Wan was sweating all over her forehead. She was afraid that Fu Zhu would not notice, so she pointed to him, "It's summer, I'm so hot that I'm almost burning, why can't I drink rice wine with ice?"

Fu Zhu looked at her angry little face, couldn't help pinching her lightly, and said with a smile, "You're so big, why are you still so greedy."

"Do you think I eat too much, or do you think I have gained weight?"

Fu Zhu, who had suffered once because of this answer before, immediately shook his head, "Thin."

He added, "So thin that my brother can lift you up with one hand."

Jiang Wan didn't feel happy after hearing it, but even more upset!

"Can it be lifted with one hand?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him, joking casually, "I don't know who said that one hand can't hold it that night!"

Fu Zhu lightly coughed, and his eyes gradually drifted to one place.

"Don't look!"

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"Add ice, or I won't be able to drink it." Jiang Wan handed the bowl to Fuzhu, raised her chin to the crushed ice next to the rice wine on the table, and signaled to add some ice to the bowl.

"Good boy, it's fine for you to turn a blind eye, bro, on weekdays, but these days you have to learn how to avoid eating."

"Why?"

"In the past few days, you will have Guishui, and you will have a stomachache if you eat cold food."

"Just take this one bite, it won't be too hissing—" Before Jiang Wan finished speaking, there was a sharp angina in her lower abdomen.The pain was so intense that she had to give up the iced rice wine soup.

"Woooooo!" Jiang Wan bit her lip, aggrieved and angrily staring at the man beside her, "Stinky husbands, stinky crow's mouth!"

"Okay, Brother Fu Zhu will change his name to Brother Smelly Crow's Mouth from now on." He hugged her on his lap, and gently rubbed her belly with his palm.

Jiang Wan half leaned against her husband's arms, her eyes were still reluctant to part with the pot of iced rice wine on the table.

When it was hot, she liked it.

"It's really a little greedy cat's nature is hard to change." Fu Zhu rubbed her head, smiled and comforted her, "After a few days, brother Wu Yazui will personally cook for Xiao Taohua to make iced rice wine, okay?"

Jiang Wan's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Fu Zhu didn't answer, bowed his head and kissed her lips, and smiled softly, "It's true if it's stamped."

(End of this chapter)