Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

In the afternoon, Zhao Huai inspected the barracks, saw the oil mill, and went to see the victim pig that Duan Rongshu had eunuched.

On the way back, he encountered an obstacle. It was purely because Duan Rongshu was so fascinated by the little milk dog that he couldn't walk.

The little milk dog is only two or three months old, with a baby-like voice, people whine, dogs whine, communication is barrier-free, and they even have a common language.

"This is a new litter of paparazzi brought by the doorkeeper Da Huang. Now that the weather is warmer, they are released."

Duan Rongshu stroked the thick fur of the milk dog, and asked the boy, "Does it have a name?"

Except for the prepared rhubarb, which is named according to the color number, the others really don't have names.

Holding the little milk dog's front paws, "May I give you a name?"

Then he looked at Zhao Huai, oops, my mother's leader is still here.

Zhao Huai also wanted to see what name he could come up with, but he cleared his throat, and then he said solemnly as if holding back something,

"You will be called Zhao Yutian from now on."

"Why did you choose this name?" Or you want to ask: Why do you have my last name.

People around didn't expect the emperor to ask this, instead of saying that he was audacious.

"This contains good expectations for him, let him take a good look at the field."

Who knows how many times Duan Rongshu had to endure the upturned corners of his mouth when he spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

Two people and one dog, like a family of three, Zhao Huai had to look at the people next to him while walking, since he was reborn, it was rare for him to be so comfortable, the air he breathed was much fresher, without the smog in the hall.

"Duan Qing intends to stay here forever?"

Duan Rongshu looked away from Yutian, thought for a while and said, "Now that the food problem is solved, I still have a factory building, and some experiments are to be done in the name of His Majesty, that is, His Majesty must first give the Rong family a title."

Although Zhao Huai purged a group of people in the court, but the power in the court is mixed, and the foundation of the clan cannot be shaken, the number of people in his hands is indeed less, and he has even released a few available talents from the late emperor's time. Summoned back, he wanted Duan Rongshu to come back.

"Don't you hold it in your own hand?"

He shook his head lightly, "Since he is an imperial merchant, he is doing things for His Majesty. The Rong family has their own property, and the share is already considered a salary. They are only attached to His Majesty, and they will inevitably bully others in the future."

Compared with power, money has less weight, not to mention a big tree attracts the wind.

"The Rong family does a good job, and it's not a bad idea to be awarded a title. How does Duan Qing want to control the economy?"

Duan Rongshu smiled and said, "Secret."

Dinner was in Duan Rongshu's yard. The two little girls didn't like to meet outsiders, so the three of them had dinner together with Rong Yi.

"Duan Qing's food is pretty good."

Since coming here, Duan Rongshu has been studying food in his free time, not to mention how delicious it is, it is fresh, and he has also honed his cooking skills. The squirrel mandarin fish and sweet and sour pork ribs are very fragrant.

"Your Majesty, eat more if you like."

Zhao Huai and Rong Yi drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed in Huangzhuang, and Duan Rongshu had almost finished eating, but he was holding a bowl of taro ball milk tea newly made by the cook, with some crunchy things added in it, holding it A spoon is like eating porridge.

Do you like drinking milk that much?Yutian wasn't weaned either, could it be some unweaned goblin?

The ghost knows what Zhao Huai has in mind. There are too few snacks in this era. Duan Rongshu likes to eat sweets, but many cakes are choking, and you have to chew them a little bit. Among the remaining sweets, milk tea is his Greatest source of happiness.

After dinner, Rong Yi pulled him outside the door, "Rong Shu will sleep with me tonight, will you disturb me if you stay with His Majesty?"

Rong Yi endured an extra meal all afternoon, but in the next second,

"Duan Qing."

Before Duan Rongshu could agree, he was called into the room.

Seeing that he can open a zoo on his bed, the little tiger and the little yellow chicken occupy half of the bed.

Pointing to the yellow unknown object, "Duan Qing, what is that?"

"Little yellow chicken hug pillow." The voice was small but still heard by Zhao Huai, and he couldn't help chuckling.

Duan Rongshu forgot about the dolls on his bed, he didn't feel safe when he slept, and always liked to hug something, but Zhao Huai saw it, which affected his macho image.

"Your Majesty, my bed is small, how about..." I sleep with my uncle?

How big is this bed, can Zhao Huai not know? "Then take your little animals down and make room for me, okay?"

In the end, the little chicken and the little tiger fell out of favor and were sent to the cold palace, no, the cold couch.

Zhao Huai walked into the bathroom, it was different from when he lived in the past, he would not leave traces, and this place had a special atmosphere, the wooden ducklings on the side, and body lotion for rubbing.

He seemed to have stepped into Duan Rongshu's territory, but it didn't feel bad.

Zhao Huai picked up the duckling and put it on the water, swaying it, pressing it in and lifting it up, water will flow out.

Childish, but very suitable for Duan Rongshu.

This is really not Duan Rongshu's game. Duan Rongshu took a medicinal bath for almost an hour. Sometimes the medicine is strong and the skin hurts. To attract his attention, Rong Yi asked someone to do it. A few ducklings, so that he won't have a hard time soaking.

However, Duan Rongshu spent most of his time watching dog blood dramas with the system, and the little duck was always a bathing atmosphere group.

Seeing Zhao Huai with loose hair, wearing pajamas, coming out of the bathroom, and the handsome man coming out of the bath, although he was tightly covered, Duan Rongshu almost stared in shame. This figure was beyond his reach.

When Duan Rongshu rushed to take a bath, Zhao Huai carefully looked at the furnishings in the house. It was smaller than his bedroom, but it was warm, especially the small animals on the couch, sleeping next to each other and covered with a sheet. blanket.

Looking at the passive duckling, Duan Rongshu chuckled, feeling that he had discovered something unknown.

Wearing a silky nightgown, he yawned and walked out of the bathroom. His whole body was powdery and deceptively soft due to the heat.Duan Rongshu looked at Zhao Huai sitting under the lamp dealing with official business, and sighed in his heart, are we good brothers?A dorm buddy.

Zhao Huai had never seen him like this before, with yawning mist in his eyes, can he cry for a long time if pinched?

"I'm so sleepy, Your Majesty, I'm going to bed first, and I'm going to play with my dog ​​tomorrow."

"Dog son?"

"Emmmm, our pets are raised as children, and they will be called sons or daughters."

It turned out that he regarded Yutian as his son, so why did he have my surname? He is the father of the child, and the child has my surname, so I am the father of the child, which means that he is mine...my queen.

Queen... Now that I have planned to pass the throne to Qian'er, then I don't have to worry about heirs. Then we have two children, Qian'er and Yutian. Will he want his own child?It is said that spirits have special abilities. Will he have our children in the future?But he is not in good health. He likes Yutian as much as the child is born. He even pays attention to the child. What should I do if he doesn't pay attention to me?No!Can't give birth!

As if not aware of Zhao Huai's gaze on his stomach, Duan Rongshu rubbed his bulging belly, and the fabric stuck to it smoothly.

His eyes became hot and he patted his head. Did he drink too much?

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

"A little drunk."

"Then stop watching, Your Majesty, and go to sleep." Duan Rongshu greeted happily.