Glory to the ancestors

Yang Jin woke up, the heavy feeling on her body disappeared, and she habitually rubbed her sideways, only to find that she was lying on a big living person.

His eyes were facing Li Xiao's half-opened chest, and he couldn't help swallowing. Did he just hug him to sleep this night?

Li Xiao was tickled by him, eyes half-opened, and raised his hand to touch Yang Jin's forehead while still in a daze, "Is it still burning?"

Yang Jin didn't dare to move, and waited for him to caress her forehead, then said tremblingly, "Is it not burning?"

"Yes," Li Xiao didn't withdraw his hand, but moved down along Yang Jin's face to cover his eyes, "Sleep again, you need to rest."

Yang Jin's heart was pounding, she grabbed the sheet and slid down, "No need, I'll go back to my room."

After he said this, he thought, no, this is his own house.

Li Xiao's eyebrows finally twitched, he was somewhat awake, ready to get up, "Is it uncomfortable for you to sleep like this, I'll get up."

Yang Jin felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, but she still restrained herself and moved forward to make room for Li Xiao.

Li Xiao supported Yang Jin's shoulder, while rubbing his face, trying to refresh himself.

"Thank you." Yang Jin naturally remembered that she had made too much trouble last night, and it was impossible to say an apology, but it was okay to thank you.

Li Xiao's next move was completely beyond Yang Jin's expectation.

His hands directly wrapped around Yang Jin's shoulders, and his forehead rested lightly on the back of Yang Jin's head, "Yes."

Yang Jin's chin was pressed against Li Xiao's forearm, and she was stunned.

He felt right, Li Xiao just kissed his hair.

While his soul was out of his body, Li Xiao put on his shoes, rubbed his hair, yawned and walked out of Yang Jin's door. He seemed to be in a good mood, and the imperial physicians waiting outside the door all breathed a sigh of relief and rushed in.

Afterwards, Yang Jin couldn't remember the diagnosis and treatment, the discussion of the condition and the politeness to each other. He only remembered the slight trembling of Li Xiao's body when he kissed him.

……

Osmanthus fragrans disease just started to serve Rong Zhen again, today is a big day, Rong Zhen who has not been to the court for a long time was called to the court again.

He had to prepare the court clothes for Rong Zhen in advance, and also helped Rong Zhen comb his hair and wash his hands, so he was very busy.

However, he enjoyed it quite a bit. Rong Zhen's appearance in court clothes had a kind of majesty, which gave Osmanthus a kind of admiration.

He helped Rong Zhen tie the jade belt, and the whole body was neatly arranged.

Rong Zhen looked at the joyful look in the sweet-scented osmanthus' eyebrows, "I'm going to court, why are you so happy?"

Osmanthus osmanthus looked up at him and just smiled.

"Are you afraid that I'll lose my job if I'm idle in the house every day?" Rong Zhen winked at him and joked.

Osmanthus pursed her lips, not wanting to raise the corners of her mouth.

Rong Zhen hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus in his arms and patted it twice, "Don't worry, it's enough to support you."

"Oh, yo," Jiang Yuhan came over, waving a small handkerchief, "It's early in the morning, you are still so tired."

Rong Zhen rolled his eyes, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, didn't you go to court today? Did I borrow the sweet-scented osmanthus to accompany me to the temple to offer incense?"

"What are you running around with your stomach full?"

Jiang Yuzan held back her displeasure, "Didn't I want to ask for a peace talisman for my child? It's been almost five months, if I don't go, I won't be able to walk anymore."

Rong Zhen looked at her, but he didn't expect the time to pass so quickly.

He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of him, and said softly, "Be careful."

Osmanthus nods.

Jiang Yuhan covered her face with a handkerchief, not knowing whether to be happy or jealous for a moment, she twisted her body and walked to the dining room.

Rong Zhen tidied up and was about to go out, but Mu Xi took out another cape with fur sewn at the collar from the closet.

"Is it too early?" Rong Zhen asked.

The sweet-scented osmanthus shook her head, put the cloak on her arm, and gestured, "It's not early, the snow has been falling more and more frequently these days, you must wear it."

Rong Zhen nodded, lowered his head slightly, but found that the sweet-scented osmanthus could reach him without tiptoeing.

This is how much taller ah.

Rong Zhen thought about it, and couldn't help but look at the sweet-scented osmanthus a few more times.

I don’t feel like staying together every day. The outline of the sweet-scented osmanthus is becoming more and more obvious. The cheeks that were bulging before are no longer fleshy. The small face as big as a palm is more delicate. Little boy.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhen felt a little itchy, and hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus for a while, "Less go out less in the future."

Osmanthus chin rested on Rong Zhen's shoulder, not understanding what he meant, and now he couldn't see him protesting, so he could only resign himself to being hugged tightly.

After a while, Rongzhen had a good time and let the sweet-scented osmanthus go. His eyes wandered over the sweet-scented osmanthus's lips for a while, and he held back, "Let's go to the dining room together."

Osmanthus nods.

After breakfast, the whole family stood at the gate of Rongguo Mansion, watching the sedan chair pick up Rongzhen.

The servants bowed their heads in salute, Jiang Yuzan and Osmanthus osmanthus Chaorong really waved.

I don't know why, this scene always makes Rong Zhen think of it in the future, and this scene will flash before his eyes when he mentions home.

This time, Rong Zhen stopped the sedan chair at the gate of the palace, and entered the palace gate together, chatting and laughing with other ministers.

Seeing him from afar, Yang Xian nodded in approval.

Rong Zhen put his hands together and saluted in his direction.

Xiong Qun walked beside Rong Zhen, "Grandpa, long time no see, I feel more at ease standing with you."

"You sound good," Rong Zhen smiled, "I don't know what the emperor asked me to do?"

"That must be the decision to use the father-in-law again. The last time you blocked the emperor, everyone in the court respected you as a hero."

Rong Zhen arched his lower lip, seriously?

Li Xiao came over, and He Rongzhen nodded, "Yo, my father-in-law is recovering well."

"The prince is too."

The two of them acted as if they hadn't met each other these days, and they acted extremely well.

Smart people don't tell the truth, and dull people can't even discover the unusual relationship between the two most powerful officials under the throne.

With an order from the Commander of the Imperial Army, the gate of the Palace of Political Affairs opened.

The ministers stood in their respective positions according to their ranks, and Rong Zhen and Li Xiao lined up alone, which was the privilege given to them by their backgrounds.

Everyone carried their court clothes and stepped into the hall.

The bead curtain behind the dragon chair was hung up, and the Empress Dowager's face was half-hidden, and no expression could be seen.

Then Li Yun stepped onto the dragon chair and raised both hands.

"Long live Long live Long live."

Rong Zhen bowed his head and smiled, and kowtowed with everyone, which was a scene of prosperity.