Emperor of the Dynasty + Spoiler

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Xue Xiaojie said, "It's you, are you in good health?"

"For those who practice martial arts, good ones are natural."

"You ran around again after being so quick?" Xue Xiaojie glanced at the woman, "Do you know where this is?"

"Shangshu Mansion, your home."

"Then you still..."

"Come and see you." The woman blinked at her, and said with a smile, "Last time I left in a hurry, I haven't thanked you yet."

"Need not…"

"My name is Yunyang." The woman said relaxedly, "If you want to leave Gongshucheng, I can help you."

Xue Xiaojie was startled, "You, what nonsense are you talking about? He and I are husband and wife, we..."

"But you don't like him." Yun Yang pointed out the window and said, "Someone is here, I have to go."

Xue Xiaojie nodded, just when there was another knock on the door, Yun Yang smiled at her, Xue Xiaojie had an idea in mind, then turned around to open the door, outside the door was Lou Shi who went back and forth, "Xiao Xiao ..."

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, but tomorrow your father asked me to take you to a Buddhist temple outside the city to offer incense and pray for a son, I just forgot."

Xue Xiaojie nodded hesitantly, "I see."

Qin State Prime Minister's Mansion

This time, Murong Xun was free from work, and finally remembered that her niece was still injured, there was nothing to do in the palace in the afternoon, so she took the eldest palace lady Tangtang out of the palace alone, and went to the Xiangguo Mansion.

These days, Mu Congcong's health is much better. Yan Wuwei will come back to teach her if he has nothing to do in the daytime. Her little niece is reporting her studies to her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Sir, sir." Murong Tong's voice sounded a little cheerful, and Murong Tun touched his chin at the door and thought to himself, is this injury healed?Would it be possible to hand over government affairs to Qi'er?As a child, you need to practice more and cultivate more, so that you can become a talent in the future.

Yan Wuwei was still the same as before, talking to everyone in a soft voice, except for her, he always turned a corner and said to her, "Huh?"

"I, I think there is a poem that is very good."

Murong Xun raised his eyebrows and pricked up his ears to listen to the door.

"what?"

"The mountains are cloudy and the river is vast," Mu Congcong secretly glanced at Yan Wuwei who was sitting at the side, and paused, "Mr.

Yan Wuwei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Your Highness is serious."

"No, no..." Mu Congcong muffled, thought for a while, and then said, "I..."

"Qi'er—" Murong Xun, who was dressed in cool clothes, pushed the door open at this moment, "Come on, let Auntie have a look, is it better?"

Seeing Murong Xun, Mu Congcong's eyes lit up a bit, "Aunt..." He was about to get up and go up to meet him, but Yan Wuwei said coldly from the side:

"Your Highness, you need to rest."

"Oh..." Mu Congcong sat back obediently, but still looked at her aunt with bright eyes.

Murong Xun thought it was funny, walked over and tilted his head and said something next to Yan Wuwei's ear, the next moment, Murong Rong saw her teacher who always abided by etiquette stared at the king of Daqin half ashamed and half offended, But the king was still smiling, not at all conscious of being a king.

"Qi'er is reciting homework?" Murong Yan looked at the books on the desk seriously, and nodded, "Well, learn from Yan Xianghao, and ask if you don't understand."

"Qi'er knows."

The niece was well-behaved, which made Murong Xun happy, and looked sideways at her family, Xiangguo, before he could make a sound, he heard her Xiangguo ask her, "Did your majesty leave the palace alone?"

"No." Murong Yan seemed to have known that Yan Wuwei wanted to ask, and pointed out the door, "I brought someone with me."

"Oh—" Yan Wuwei looked at her coldly, "Is it hot?"

"Not hot..." Murong Yan suddenly thought of something, and suddenly said in embarrassment, "Xiangguo...alone, and...well, neither cold nor cold."

Yan Wuwei looked at her expressionlessly, the latter shrank his neck and said nothing, Mu Congcong looked at the two elders staring blankly, wondering what secret words they were exchanging, he was wondering , then saw Yan Wuwei take the windbreaker that was put on the chair, and put it on Murong Yu in total disregard of the etiquette of the emperor and his subjects, and blamed, "The spring is just standing now, don't you get cold again."

"Oh--"

Mu Congcong raised his head, looked at her aunt, and then at her teacher... They seem to have a really good relationship, and compared to himself, even his biological mother wished her to die... For a moment, Murong The device lowered his eyebrows.

She thought that no one would notice, but Yan Wuwei, who was always sensitive, saw it, and said softly, "Is Your Highness tired?"

Mu Congcong paused and shook his head.

Murong Xun also saw that her niece's interest had suddenly dropped, and she glanced at Yan Wuwei, who gave her a look, and she knew it.

"It's time for dinner, isn't it?" Murong Xun asked.

Yan Wuwei looked at the time, "It will take some time."

"Hmm——" Murong Xun thought for a while, clapped his hands and laughed, "It's just fine, why don't we cook dinner by ourselves?"

"Do it yourself?" Mu Congcong's eyes widened and he stammered, "I...I won't..."