Frost flower shop has a child

At night, Yam and Wang were lingering in the dormitory.Mental waves spread out like the sea, seducing each other.

Wang's spiritual power is growing rapidly now, and he can already use some abilities alone and feel some fluctuations.He thought it was the benefit of the soul-hunting technique that Hong Lin taught him, and he couldn't help being very pleasantly surprised, so he practiced very diligently.

For the first time this night, he took the initiative to try to send out the spiritual wave of love, which made Yam fascinated, and he didn't even pay attention to whether he radiated spiritual seeds.

"Qi..."

"Hong Lin, you are so enthusiastic tonight."

"It's Your Highness who is enthusiastic."

"Hehe... each other each other."

Wang affectionately groped Hong Lin's smooth and fit back, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Yam also lingered entangled with Wang's lips and tongues, and the two had an unspeakable tacit understanding and nourishment.

The love between men always tends to be more intense.This night, the two of them tried various postures, ranging from fierce to gentle, almost tossing all night.

It wasn't until the sky was getting bright that the two calmed down, hugging each other while comforting each other, while rubbing each other's ears and temples, whispering quietly at night.

This kind of intense love in the past must have made Wang very tired and soon fell asleep.But because of the improvement of his mental power now, this kind of spiritual and physical intercourse with Yam makes him feel spiritually satisfied.

"Tomorrow is Wang'er's hundred-day banquet, Hong Lin, you should dress up."

"Hehe, Your Highness, it's not tomorrow, it should be today." It was almost dawn.

"It's so strange that I'm not tired at all. Hong Lin, the soul-hunting technique you taught me is really amazing."

"Probably because there are some Taoist and Buddhist health-preserving methods in it. It is very helpful for your spiritual power."

"Yeah, I also feel that I'm in good spirits recently. By the way, Hong Lin, I'm going to make him the crown prince at Wang'er's hundred-day banquet. Don't you think there will be no problems with those envoys from the Yuan Dynasty?"

Yam kissed him and said: "Your Highness, you have already been sure. Ask me what to do."

Wang couldn't help smiling and said, "I don't know what's going on, so I just want to tell you. I didn't seem to talk to you about this before."

"That's right. I was probably young before, and His Highness felt that I was not capable of taking on these things."

"Hehe." Wang smiled, stroked his face with infinite love, and murmured: "My Hong Lin has grown up and can share my worries."

Yam lowered his head and kissed his palm, raised his eyes slyly and happily said: "This is my honor."

Wang leaned into his arms, hugged him with his slender arms, closed his eyes and said, "Hong Lin, I can't leave you more and more now. As long as you are not in front of me, I feel very sad."

"Your Highness." Yam gently patted his back, as if coaxing a child, and said in a low voice: "You have to believe, I am the same. But having said that, His Highness seems to be inseparable from Xiaobao now, right? "

Wang Puchi smiled, pinched his cheek, and said, "Are you jealous of your son?"

Yam joked softly: "A little bit. Sometimes I'm really jealous."

"I just said that you have grown up, so you are still a child." Wang's heart was so sweet that he almost overflowed, kissed him hard on the lips, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I still love you the most."

Yam couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Then thank you, Your Highness."

"Well. Tired, go to sleep."

After all, Wang's mental strength was just beginning, but he still couldn't stand too much fatigue, and soon fell asleep in his arms, his hands and feet were still persistently entangled with him.

Yam looked at Wang Shenjing's sleeping face, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said softly: "Your Highness, I know that I am self-willed, and you will be angry, but everything is for you and the child, please forgive me."

Wang naturally couldn't hear it, and fell asleep peacefully.

The [-]-day banquet for the first son of Goryeo was grand and grand. All the courtiers put on festive court clothes and attended the banquet with joyful faces.Even those concubines who have always been neglected in the harem are all dressed up today, each with their own charms.

You must know that those concubines have been in the harem for so many years, and the king has never favored them.Everyone is well aware of the relationship between Wang and Manager Hong.Now the king seems to have finally 'reformed' and let the queen give birth to a son. Everyone is jealous and happy, and feels that they have hope in the future.

Several veterans whispered below: "The son was born more than three months ago, and this is the first time he has shown himself on a formal occasion."

"Today I want to canonize the son, no matter what, I have to take the son out to have a look. I have to go to worship the ancestors."

"But I'm really worried, I don't know if this prince looks like His Highness..."

"What do you mean?"

While stroking his beard, the veteran winked at the concubines in the harem, and said, "Those women have been neglected for so many years, and they are almost like living widows. If Your Highness could have a son, he would have given birth a long time ago. Why wait ten years?" In the coming year, it will be suppressed by the Yuan Dynasty for so many years."

"Hmph. That's not necessarily true." Another minister looked at the row of Jianlong guards behind the throne, and said, "Haven't you heard the story of the 'civet cat for the prince' in the Song Dynasty of the Central Plains?" (This minister is knowledgeable Profound ==)

"what do you mean……"

"I didn't say anything. Oh, don't you think that Director Hong's demeanor is better than before after a few days of absence?"

Several close ministers looked at each other, thinking they 'know it well', and smiled inexplicably.

"Anyway, I, Goryeo, finally have a successor."

"Oh, not necessarily. Maybe some people still think that Jing Yuanjun's blood is purer."

"Shut up! You don't want to die!" The old official in charge had been listening to the whispers of the people below, and finally couldn't help changing his face at this moment, and shouted in a low voice: "You don't want to die, I haven't lived enough yet. With His Highness here, you put all your thoughts in your stomach honestly. That's method is not something you can afford!"

It was only then that all the ministers realized that after a palace banquet last year, the king slaughtered the hall with blood, they couldn't help but trembled, all of them changed color, and dared not speak any more.

At this time, the king and queen had come to the main hall hand in hand and sat down on the throne.Behind them are several inner palaces who are carefully holding the crown prince.

All the ministers and the people below stood up to welcome the king and queen. After the king said he was flat and asked everyone to sit down, they carefully returned to their seats.

Wang looked at the group of officials below and was in a very good mood.He had just paid homage to his ancestors, officially registered his son Wang Yan's name in the register, and issued an edict for his son.Now it's the big banquet for the officials to hold the prince out and show his face, so that everyone below will recognize the master.

Wang Yan has grown very fast in the past few months.He originally developed faster than ordinary babies, not to mention that the care in the palace was very meticulous and nutritious, so although he was only a hundred days old, he was already four or five months old.

The king took the son over and held him in his arms.

Little Wang Yan can already sit up under the embrace of an adult.He is wearing the traditional costume of the Crown Prince of Korea, with braids on his head and a hat. He has a tiger head and a tiger head, which is very cute.

The minister below was not so old that his eyesight was dim, and he took a closer look at the son's appearance, and couldn't help but gasp in his heart.

Why does this little prince look so much like the king?

Although the baby is only a few months old, his appearance has already grown, especially since he has inherited the appearance of a king, he is almost carved out of the same mold, so the resemblance between the father and son can be seen at a glance.

The calmer old ministers were fine, but the younger ministers couldn't help muttering in their hearts: Is this child really the king's flesh and blood?

Wang glanced at the officials below, and he could guess what they were thinking from their expressions and eyes. He couldn't help but sneered in his heart: Do you think the child is not mine?That really disappoints you guys, Xiaobao is not only my own flesh and blood, but also my 'born' (personally born).

The queen was a fan of the authorities, so she didn't think much about it, she just felt satisfied at this moment.It is more important than anything else for his son to be crowned heir and to be recognized by the officials.

The king was in a good mood, holding his son in his arms to drink with the officials, and the singing and dancing below were also performed.

Several highly respected ministers came forward to toast, taking advantage of the opportunity at close range, they sneaked a few glances at Xiao Shizi, and after returning to their seats, they all gasped inwardly: Like, it is so similar.

Xiao Shizi is undoubtedly the queen's own, but his face is so similar to the king's, so it is impossible to change his position.

Then secretly took a few glances at Manager Hong, but there was no sign of him.

It seems that the secret of the harem is really beyond the guess of the ministers outside.

Xiao Shizi was very generous today, sitting in his father's arms very honestly, he didn't cry.It's just that a pair of black eyes, exactly like Wang's, kept aiming and aiming. It seemed to feel very fresh and excited, and his mouth was whining.

The queen couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, let the concubine hold the young prince."

Wang Hehe smiled and said: "No need, I'll hold it. And the little guy is very heavy, it will tire my concubine."

The queen did not expect that the king would love this child to such an extent that she would not allow herself to intervene.Although she is depressed, she believes in the affection between mother and child. When she recovers and spends more time with her child, she will definitely be loved by her child.

Xiao Shizi was only carried out for a while, mainly to show the ministers a look, to recognize the master, and to know what the future master will look like.Less than half an hour later, Wang asked the inner palace and the nannies to carry the child back to the palace.

Now spring has begun, the weather is warm and the climate is suitable, and some early spring flowers have already bloomed.

The king was in a happy mood, and all the officials kept their identities, and said many congratulatory and pleasing words, and the horses clattered.For the first time, Wang felt that this kind of palace banquet was quite interesting, and when he was in a good mood, he drank a few more glasses without knowing it.

When the dinner was over, Wang was almost escorted back to the bedroom by Huang Neigong.

He was seldom drunk, so he was not used to this dizzy feeling, and when he went back to the bedroom and went to bed, he didn't know anything.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang woke up slowly, supported his forehead that was still suffering from a hangover, groaned, and called out, "Hong Lin, my head hurts..."

There was no one around to answer, and there was no gentle kiss and considerate service every morning. Wang called again: "Hong Lin?" He looked up, and saw the empty, cold place beside him, belonging to Hong Lin There is no trace of someone sleeping on it last night.