With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

"Ugh!"

Nan Luo sighed lightly, stood up, and watched the little girl's expression change out of the corner of his eye.

"It seems that Zhiyi doesn't like mashed potatoes. Let the kitchen staff make other dishes. I'll go tell the kitchen staff to make mashed potatoes so that no one will eat them."

He pretended to leave.

Nan Zhiyi got anxious when she saw this. She didn't care that she was still angry. She pulled Nan Luo closer and shouted anxiously, "Don't go."

A smile flashed across Nan Luo's face, but it disappeared when he turned around. "If I don't tell you, it will be a waste if no one eats it when I make it."

"I want to eat. Who said I don't want to eat?"

After saying this, the little girl looked a little embarrassed because she was the one who lowered her head first.

"Okay, then Dad won't say anything. I'll just take you in, okay?"

The little girl put her hand obediently into Nan Luo's arms.

The two of them silently forgot what had just happened.

Because I brought back potatoes, I invited people from the Qin family to have dinner in the evening.

The long-lost soft and sticky taste is still amazing even after several months.

A total of 130 acres of land produced 350,000 kilograms of potatoes, with an output of more than 2,600 kilograms per acre.

Although it is not as high as the output in Shangyue Villa, it is still relatively high.

Upon hearing the total amount, the usually serious Ruan Yufeng laughed several times in the yard.

Soon, he wrote a letter and asked someone to send it to the capital.

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Changle Palace.

As the sun sets, Nan Yan lies on a lounge chair, admiring the beautiful scenery of the sky.

On the small table next to her was a purple glass carved plate with a bunch of crystal clear grapes. Occasionally, her white fingertips would pick one and put it into her mouth.

Shang Yue stood at the palace gate, looking at his queen who was becoming more and more beautiful. An impulse surged up in his head, and the man's eyes gradually became deeper.

No matter when, his cigarette has a fatal attraction to him.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge in his heart, and strode in.

Feeling a shadow in front of her eyes and smelling a familiar smell, Nan Yan raised her eyes and asked, "Why are you back at this time?"

If she remembered correctly, Wang Dequan had come just now and said that he was very busy today and would be busy until the evening, so he had no time to come for dinner.

Shang Yue didn't say anything. He moved to the recliner and pushed her body to the side. He lay down on the recliner and held Nan Yan in his arms again.

Nan Yan: “…” Fortunately, the recliner is sturdy.

I heard a man whisper in my ear, "My uncle has sent me a letter."

Nan Yan paused, "But what about the potatoes?"

"Yes."

The yield of potatoes here is quite high.

But there are strong winds and sandstorms at the border, and the weather is changeable. Whatever you plant will die, so Shang Yue is a little worried that the potatoes will also die.

It was the potato harvest season, and he had been waiting for news from the border, and today he finally received it.

"How is it?" Nan Yan was also eager to know the yield of potatoes grown there.

"Very good." After a pause, the man continued, "Although the output is not as good as that of the farm, it is still very high. A total of 350,000 kilograms were harvested."

For a place like that, this output is already very high.

He hugged Nan Yan tightly and rubbed her shoulder.

"By the year after next, there will be enough potato seeds to plant in all places where grain cannot be grown."

When I thought of this, all my worries disappeared.

Nan Yan stayed silently in the man's arms, enjoying his joy.

"Father, Emperor, and Mother, don't you think it's too crowded to squeeze into one recliner?"

The tender moment was broken by a child's voice.

Shang Yue pursed his lips, his teeth almost breaking.

In the past few years, the two little scoundrels have ruined countless beautiful moments between him and Yan'er.

Can't get mad at them yet.

Shang Yue took a deep breath, looked up at the little girl who was walking over, and asked calmly: "Shouldn't you be learning to paint now?"

The two children are now four years old and their training has officially begun.

He practiced martial arts in the morning and did not go to the Imperial College during the day. He was taught individually by the Grand Tutor.

After school, Xiao Le Yu systematically learned horse riding and archery. Xiao Le Zhi was interested in painting, so she asked a master to teach her.

Little Lezhi walked over with her little legs, sat on the chair on the other side, picked a grape and put it into her mouth.

After hearing Shang Yue's words, he said proudly, "I am smart and learn quickly. I have completed today's task."

Then, with a look of disdain on her face, she said, "Father, please come down quickly! I feel hot for you."

It was obvious at first glance that the Emperor had forced his way onto the Empress Mother's chair.

Although it is autumn now, the weather is not that cool.

Nan Yan patted his hands and joked, "If you don't listen to your daughter and go down, I'm going to die of heat."

This man's body was warm, indeed quite hot, and it was only comfortable to hug him in winter.

Shang Yue sighed, got down from the chair, feeling very depressed.

When Xiao Leyu came back, dinner was already on the table.

"Yu'er, come over and have your meal." Nan Yan waved.

Xiao Leyu quickened his pace and walked over.

The little guy looks more and more like Shang Yue.

The calm temperament and serious look are especially similar.

.........

Winter goes and spring comes, and it is a new year again.

From June to July this year, various countries gather together, and the country that gathers this year is Dashang.

It is also an indirect test of various countries.

Starting from the Chinese New Year, all departments began to prepare.

This is a matter of national reputation. If we are not well prepared, the nitpicking and ridicule from other countries may continue for several years.

Nan Yan and Shang Yue both became busy.

It is a village under Wanzhou, which is located to the east of Dashang.

A small courtyard with a quiet environment was built against the mountain. The courtyard is not big, but it is decorated very elegantly. It is obvious that a scholar lives there.

The door was wide open, and suddenly a child carrying a basket came in. He looked around and saw that there was no one in the yard, so he called out softly.

"Master, are you there?"

"Here." A gentle voice came from the west room.

After a moment, a graceful young man walked out.

"Tiedan, why are you here?"

When Tiedan saw the teacher dressed in spotless white, he was afraid that speaking loudly might disturb this banished immortal-like teacher.

He walked over slowly, handed them the basket, and whispered, "Master, these are the eggs that Sister Cuihua asked me to bring to you."

No wonder all the sisters in the village have fallen in love with the teacher in less than two months.

Master is worthy.

Ruan Ning'an's face flashed with helplessness, and he said softly, "Tiedan, return the eggs to Cuihua. It's not easy for everyone, tell her not to send eggs over again in the future."

When Tiedan heard this, he thought that the teacher was rejecting Sister Cuihua.

Alas! Sister Cuihua is the most beautiful girl in the village, but she was rejected by the teacher. It seems that others have no chance either.

Tiedan didn't dare to disobey the order and responded, "Yes, Master."

Then he picked up the basket and walked away.

Ruan Ning'an sat on the stone bench, picked up the teapot on the stone table with his slender hands, poured a cup of tea, and took a few sips.