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The Marquis of Pingyang had received the news long before going to court, but His Majesty was afraid that something would go wrong. When the Queen began to suffer from abdominal pain, he ordered that no one was allowed to set foot in the harem to ask for an audience with the Emperor. He had to wait until the Queen was safe before talking about anything.

When Yu Xiuyun rushed to Jiaofang Hall, he saw a man in black clothes sitting at the table. He lightly knocked on the table and said, "Marquis Pingyang, have a cup of tea first."

Seeing your majesty's appearance, the queen must be fine. Marquis Pingyang breathed a sigh of relief and heard Pei Zhi's calm voice: "She is a princess."

The emperor's tone could not be described as happy or angry, but he was unwilling to show his true emotions in front of his ministers.

Yu Xiuyun was unsure for a moment. He remembered that he had started looking for the prince to accompany him a few months ago. After a moment of silence, he said, "Your Majesty, are you a little disappointed?"

Thinking of his daughter's bright red appearance, Pei Zhi paused for a moment and said truthfully: "It's a bit ugly."

Marquis Pingyang, who was barely maintaining his composure, looked shattered. Whose father would say such a thing to his child? Just when he couldn't help but want to speak, the man in black clothes across from him showed a faint smile.

"Fortunately, to be an emperor, you don't need to be too good-looking."

Yu Xiuyun's hand shook, almost breaking the tea cup, and he looked at the emperor in shock.

"The Marquis of Pingyang is not as good as your father." Pei Zhi's expression was calm and he didn't notice anything surprising about what he just said. "Do you know why so many of the Pei family's veterans don't like Wan Wan?"

Yu Xiuyun frowned, wondering why His Majesty suddenly mentioned this.

"Because Wan Wan's father was Yu Gongming of Qingzhou, who was a counselor under Princess Chengyang in the past." Pei Zhi chuckled, "This alone is nothing, but he did one thing."

"He once wrote a long article of 10,000 words, eloquently citing scriptures, arguing that all men in the world are arrogant, and the princess should be the emperor."

Yu Xin was bohemian and not afraid of secular etiquette. He copied more copies of the article and in a provocative manner nailed the article to the door of the Pei family ancestral hall in Yanzhou with an arrow.

The matter was suppressed, and only the old minister of the Pei family who was discussing matters in Yanzhou at the time knew about it. Wei Ping was so angry that he cursed Yu Xin of Qingzhou as an ignorant boy who dared to twist the sages' books at will and take quotes out of context.

Pei Zhiyuan did not know this, but when Wei Ping taught him "Spring and Autumn", he recounted the matter and scolded him again.

Yu Xiuyun had never heard his father mention it. He was stunned for a long time, and he heard the young emperor say in a daze: "My mother can separate a kingdom, so my daughter is naturally qualified to be the crown prince."

The Marquis of Pingyang understood that His Majesty was not negotiating at all, but was just informing him in advance, "Do you need to prepare some good omens?"

"Before you came, I had already ordered the guards of the Thirteen Prefectures and Counties." Pei Zhi took a sip of tea and said, "There are other things you need to do. In the next few years, Pingyang Marquis may be a little busy. "

*

As soon as Yu Tingwan woke up, she saw the man beside her bring a glass of water, helped her sit up, and asked softly: "What do you want to eat?"

Her voice was a little hoarse and she felt like she could eat whatever she wanted. She didn't want to speak at all and looked around.

Pei Zhi reacted and ordered someone to bring the child.

"Your Majesty, her eyes look like yours." Yu Tingwan lowered her eyelashes and stared at the baby in her arms, "Her mouth looks like mine."

"Really?" He looked at it carefully in surprise and compared it repeatedly.

After hearing what she said, Pei Zhi looked more and more like her, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Yu Tingwan hugged her for a long time and was reluctant to let go, "Your Majesty, what name should I give her?"

"What do you think it should be called?"

"Then I have to think about it."

Pei Zhi reached out and smoothed her hanging hair, held her cheek with his palm, rubbed the delicate skin with his fingertips, and whispered: "The prince's name should be more careful."

His throat was choked, "Oh my god, I will never suffer like this again."

Yu Tingwan looked at him in confusion. After realizing what he was doing, he paused for a while and asked the palace attendant to put the child into the crib next to the couch and look at him steadily.

Thinking that she didn't believe it, Pei Zhi laughed and raised his hand to rub her hair, "Although it is a bit tricky, I have to believe in your husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Tingwan threw herself into his arms. She couldn't use the strength in her arms around her waist, so she had to press her body closer and look up slightly. Her eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and tears were half-filled in her eyes.

Pei Zhi lowered his head and kissed the end of her eyes, picked up the porridge with shrimps and green stems sent by the palace servants, and put the porcelain spoon to her lips.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, I suddenly heard her ask vaguely: "Did you cry before I fell asleep?"

The man in black clothes paused for a moment, put down the celadon bowl, avoided her eyes, and said lightly, "Isn't it possible?"

I didn't expect him to admit it so straightforwardly. Yu Tingwan's eyes were like ink jade soaked in a spring, her head was buried in his chest, and she called his name in a muffled voice.

Pei Zhi waited for her words. After waiting for a moment, he realized what he was saying. He stroked her back with his palm and whispered, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just here with you."

*

The little baby lying in the crib has not been full moon for a long time, and it doesn’t know anything yet.

Little did she know that the emperor would pardon the world for her birth.

He also didn't know that she was promoted to the eldest princess, and she was the same as the princes and kings. She also had two counties in Qingyan as fiefdoms. One was the place where the Pei family's ancestral hall in Yanzhou used to be, and the other was where Pei Xu started his army and made his fortune.

Unlike her aunt, her title has nothing to do with the place name, but "Zhaoyang".

Her name on the jade certificate is Pei Zhao, and her nickname is Fuguang.

The word "Zhao" in "King Wen is above, Yu Zhao is in the sky" echoes the word "Xu" in her grandfather's name.

The emperor and empress had high hopes for her, hoping that she, like all the wise monarchs in ancient times, would shine on all people like the rising sun.

Yu Tingwan looked at her. The baby who was sleeping just now opened his eyes, reached out and held her little finger, grinning.

Their eyes met, and suddenly they heard familiar footsteps. Someone was standing behind her, fingers gently rubbing the back of her neck.

"Who opened the window?" Pei Zhi frowned.

"I asked the palace attendant to open the window." Yu Tingwan said softly, "Are you unhappy?"

"No." He quickly denied, his long eyebrows stretched, "I'm afraid you're freezing."

Yu Tingwan finally couldn't help it anymore, "Everyone in the palace thinks it's hot outside, how can it be freezing?"

She could only stay in Jiaofang Palace for more than a month. Even if Pei Zhi brought the memorial to stay with her all day, it still made her feel bored.

Obviously the imperial doctor said that the queen could go out for a walk, but I don't know what he was afraid of.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Pei Zhi sat next to her, held her in his arms, and said in a soft voice: "Ayan said that you were weak before, so you'd better rest for a hundred days."

He looked down at the cheek of the person in his arms. There was not much flesh at all, and he couldn't help but said: "More replenishing."

"It's not like you can't go out to recuperate." Yu Tingwan pursed her lips.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Pei Zhi whispered: "In a few days, I will go out with you to relax."

Yu Tingwan just thought that he was coaxing her casually, and planned to go to Cangchi to feed the carp when he went to court.

It's been hot lately, and she always feels sleepy. Every day when she wakes up, she sees the man sitting next to the couch very leisurely.

She simply couldn't find a time to leave him.

Seeing that the person on the couch looked disappointed when he saw him, Pei Zhi said slowly: "Wanwan, let's go out to enjoy the flowers today."

According to his arrangement, there will be an endless stream of "auspicious signs" in the past three years to build momentum for the establishment of a reserve.

This month alone, someone presented two-color peonies to the eldest princess's fief, and they are now being raised on Penglai Mountain above Taiye Pond.

When the sedan stopped by the wooden bridge of Taiye Pond, a man in a black dragon robe stretched out his hand very naturally, intending to pick up the woman in front of him.

Seeing that she did not push away, but instead hooked her arms around his neck, Pei Zhi walked halfway and laughed: "Wanwan is not afraid of the historian now?"

He didn't deliberately reject those followers today, thinking that Wanwan would be unhappy and said it was not good.

When Yu Tingwan heard this, his cheeks turned red and he said softly: "Your Majesty is not afraid, so of course I am not afraid."

Sitting in the pavilion on Penglai Mountain, I could just see the two-color peony.

Yu Tingwan took a few more glances, and the man beside her reached out and was about to fold it down, so she quickly held his wrist.

"Since you like it, just put the hairpin in the bun." Pei Zhi looked at the person in front of him with black hair, and felt that any extra decoration would be a burden. This flower is not worthy of her.

"The flowers are blooming beautifully, why don't you stop doing them?"

Pei Zhi saw that she really didn't want it, so he quietly took back his hand and walked around Sanshan with her.

Her skirt, as light as mist, swayed, and the lotus pattern on it seemed to be swaying in the water waves, and it was closely entwined with the man's black clothes.

Yu Tingwan turned her face sideways and raised her eyes just in time to meet his gaze.

The almost scorching gaze made her ears feel hot. She stopped and happened to stand under a sycamore tree.

"Your Majesty, you seemed to have said before that you wanted to plant a tree with me."

The man who originally had a smile on his face looked stern. He did say this, but it was more than that.

Pei Zhi coughed lightly, "Why don't I remember?"

Seeing his appearance, Yu Tingwan glanced at the hand he held and said, "You said you can plant it now and make it into a coffin later. A hundred years later, you can hold me and lie in it without being crowded."

She couldn't remember the reason clearly, but it seemed that when she was in Huan Mansion, she had a few more words with Mr. Huan, and he saw her. His expression was quite indifferent at that time, and he started to murmur about things after death while holding her in his arms at night.

Yu Tingwan felt a little annoyed when he thought about it. She looked at him and said, "Can you have a taboo in your mouth from now on? Don't always think about what will happen after death."

"Okay." Pei Zhifeng lowered his eyes slightly, "Don't be angry Wanwan. I never thought you would be with me...like you are now."

She pursed her lips and moved half a step forward, so close that her chest was pressed against him. She could clearly see the tiny mole on his Adam's apple when she raised her face.

"Your Majesty, you can plant trees, but forget about coffins." There seemed to be spring water in her eyes, "How about just sycamores?"

If the phoenix trees grow old together, the mandarin ducks will both die.

Pei Zhi's breathing was a little rapid, and he clasped the waist of the person in front of him with one hand, his throat tight: "Okay."

He asked again: "Wanwan, do you really not regret it?"

Knowing that he was referring to more than just this, when their eyes met, a female voice sounded softer than the spring breeze in their ears.

"will not."