I love the harem with my sweet mouth

As soon as the twelfth lunar month enters, the taste of the new year becomes stronger.

On this day, Duozi and Duofu went to the street to buy new year's goods early in the morning. Although Yongzhou City has not yet returned to its former prosperity, the street is full of items.

Duozi sent all the wrapped colored paper and red paper into the house.

"Master, I have bought what you asked for."

Han Qingyang stretched out his hand and pushed Zhou Yanzong away, got up and straightened his clothes, and shouted "Got it" outside.

Zhou Yanzong stretched out his hand to hook him into his arms, and was about to continue playing tricks, but Han Qingyang stopped him.

"Zhou Yanzong, if you make trouble again, I will punish you to sleep in the study tonight."

Zhou Yanzong withdrew his hand, "Idle around is also idle..." His voice was very hoarse, and his eyes were full of rising and jumping fire.

Han Qingyang took his hand and walked outside.

"Who said nothing happened? Let's go, let's write Spring Festival couplets."

Zhou Yanzong lacked interest, but Han Qingyang couldn't help liking him, so he had to follow.

Han Qingyang pushed him to sit behind the desk, and then ground the ink for him, cut the paper, and finally put the brush into his hand.

Zhou Yanzong didn't write while holding the pen, just staring at him.

Han Qingyang stood on tiptoe, crossed the table and kissed him on the face, and coaxed: "Zhou Yanzong, this is our first new year together, it is very meaningful, and you are the head of the family, the door The couplets should be written by you."

What he said was so swearing, Zhou Yanzong couldn't help but not believe it.

What's more, he heard the words "head of the family" very comfortably.

So I dipped in the ink and started writing.

"Heaven and earth are harmonious and the family is rich, and everyone is blessed with peace and prosperity."

"The prosperity of the country and the people's peace songs, Nianfeng people celebrate the New Year."

......

Under Han Qingyang's coaxing|coaxing, Zhou Yanzong almost finished writing all the Spring Festival couplets needed in the house in one go. After he put down his pen, he realized that he had been fooled. He just stood up and pushed Han Qingyang to sit down.

"After the head of the family has finished writing, does the head of the family have to write two copies to be complete?"

Han Qingyang was not pretentious, and wrote two copies.

"Flocks of chickens and ducks make the animals flourish."

"The five grains are plentiful, and the granaries are full."

......

Zhou Yanzong's handwriting was wild and uninhibited, and came at will. Han Qingyang's handwriting was beautiful and smart, and the font was correct. When they were placed together and waited for the ink to dry, Zhou Yanzong sighed, "That's great!"

He had never dared to hope that one day he could live such a peaceful life.

Han Qingyang nestled in his arms and put his arms around his waist.

"Zhou Yanzong, thank you."

......

As the days passed, it was New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers outside began to sound from noon, and it continued until dark.

Han Qingyang took Duozi and Duofu to work in the kitchen early in the morning. He watched Zhou Yanzong coming over in his new clothes from a distance. Are you wearing new clothes?"

Zhou Yanzong pointed to the clothes on his body and asked.

"Isn't this dress specially made for me? Why can't I wear it?"

Seeing his innocent face, Han Qingyang became even more angry, snorted coldly, turned his head and went into the kitchen again.

Zhou Yanzong was resentful, he originally wanted to help out in the kitchen, now that's all right, he'd better go back to the house and wait, as he was walking back, he saw Qi Meng and Li Zhuang dressed up from a distance.

The three of them made eye contact and were all stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the two of them were also wearing new clothes, Zhou Yanzong felt that Han Qingyang's anger was somewhat inexplicable.

Li Zhuang smiled and said, "Thanks to Brother Nine, it's rare that we both can wear new clothes this year."

After Zhou Yanzong asked, he found out that the clothes of these two people were made by Duozi and Duofu. It can be seen that Li Zhuang's words are correct, isn't it because of his blessing?If he hadn't married Han Qingyang, these two guys could only be wearing old clothes, not to mention having a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

The three of them entered the house together to wait for dinner.

In the meantime, they were chatting nonsense.

When Duofu came in with tea, he saw that the three of them were all wearing new clothes, with a dumbfounding expression on their faces.

Zhou Yanzong hurriedly took advantage of the situation and asked: "Duofu, why is your master so angry when he is doing well?"

After he finished asking, he drank tea from a teacup, pretending to be asking casually.

Duofu suppressed a smile and explained: "The new clothes are prepared for you to wear tomorrow. Wearing new clothes in the New Year is also a good sign. I didn't expect you to wear them today, so the master will naturally be angry. "

Qi Meng scratched his head and said with a hey smile.

"Isn't it just a piece of clothing, when do you wear it or not? Where do you get all these attentions?"

Duofu didn't want to talk to him, so he hurried out after saluting.

After a while, Duozi came over with the paste again.

"Uncle, my master told you to put up the Spring Festival couplets as soon as possible, and we will have the New Year's Eve dinner soon."

After putting down his things and going out, Qi Meng widened his eyes, grabbed him by the back collar, and slid him back, "How are you talking? How dare you order my ninth brother to work? Do you know Knowing that my ninth brother is the emperor, can the emperor do such rough work?"

Duozi glared at him, seeing that he would not let go, so he stepped on the back of his foot hard, causing him to hop in pain.

"Things without conscience, I should have known that I shouldn't have made clothes, shoes and socks for you."

After scolding, he explained to Zhou Yanzong: "The master said that the head of the family has to post the Spring Festival couplets himself, so that the family will prosper and the population will prosper in the coming year."

Zhou Yanzong smirked, picked up the paste and walked out.

Han Qingyang used to say these words to make him happy.

Li Zhuang dragged Qi Meng out, "Ninth Brother, we're here to help you."

After the Spring Festival couplets at home were pasted, the sky darkened.

The bright red lanterns, the big red blessing characters on the windows and all kinds of auspicious window grilles, as well as the red silk tied to the trees outside, are full of joy under the background of the lights.

Han Qingyang stuck his head out from the kitchen.

"Zhou Yanzong, go outside and set off a firecracker so we can have dinner."

This time Qi Meng didn't dare to speak anymore, he obediently followed Zhou Yanzong to set off a firecracker.

When they returned to the house, the table of the Eight Immortals was already filled with hot meals.

Four cold and four hot, chicken, duck and fish, everything is complete, and the mutton pot is steaming.

The three of Zhou Yanzong looked at the dishes on the table, stunned because no one dared to take a seat first.After Han Qingyang finished his work and came in, seeing the three of them standing, he hurriedly greeted them, "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Sit down quickly, or the food will be cold in a while."

Qi Meng learned to be smart, and flattered Han Qingyang.

"Brother Jiu said, my sister-in-law has worked hard today, and I have to wait for you to join me at the table."

Han Qingyang glanced at Zhou Yanzong, the corners of his lips raised high.

"You still have some conscience."

Everyone sat down according to priority.

Han Qingyang sat at the head with Zhou Yanzong, and seeing Duozi and Duofu standing behind, he hurriedly said, "You two sit too. Today is a family banquet, so there are no rules."

Duozi and Duofu Qiqi looked at Zhou Yanzong.

They were slaves, and they could be as big as Han Qingyang, but they were still a little apprehensive towards Zhou Yanzong.

Zhou Yanzong had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't notice it for a while, until he felt pain in his thigh, and then he reacted, nodded quickly and said: "Sit, sit, sit down."

Han Qingyang asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Yanzong rubbed the place where he was pinched and hurt just now, his voice was very hoarse.

"No, no matter how old you are, it's the first time you've had such a lively year."

Han Qingyang's heart softened, and he raised his hand to cover the back of his hand, and said softly: "We will live like this every year from now on, okay?"

Zhou Yanzong held his hand in his palm.

"Okay! Listen to you."

We all listen to you.

The few people kept arguing until midnight, Qi Meng and Li Zhuang were already drunk and unconscious, Duozi and Duofu also drank a lot, the two just smirked aside, laughed and cried again.

Seeing the two of them like this, Han Qingyang also started to cry.

Duofu wiped away his tears, "Master, you used to tell us that good times will always come, but I didn't believe it in my heart at that moment, I thought we were slaves, and that's what we'll do all our lives, I just I feel sorry for the master."

He choked up so much that he could barely make a sound.

Duozi waved his hand and patted him twice.

"Today is a good day, don't cry. Besides, the master is living a very good life now, very happy."

Duofu held back his tears, "But my uncle is the emperor, the heavenly family is ruthless, and the king is cold. It has been like this since ancient times. If there is a day in the future, the master will not be favored, how sad it will be."

Duozi didn't speak anymore.

It’s fine if you never get something, if you get it and then lose it, it will hurt to the bone marrow.

Han Qingyang was silent and said a few words of comfort.

"No, no..."

Then he sent them back to rest.

When there were only two people left in the room, Zhou Yanzong hugged them into his arms.

"You do not trust me?"

Han Qingyang smiled wryly, "I don't believe you, I just..."

Zhou Yanzong held his face and forced his eyes to meet his own. He solemnly swore, "I, Zhou Yanzong, will not marry anyone except Han Qingyang in this life. I only love Han Qingyang in this life. calls me......"

Before he finished speaking, his lips with the aroma of wine covered his lips.

"Zhou Yanzong, I believe in you. Really..."

Han Qingyang hooked his neck, the water in his eyes sparkled, and his smile was extraordinarily gentle.

"Zhou Yanzong, let's go back to the house."

Zhou Yanzong took his hand and walked towards the door.

When the door was opened, there was a cold wind blowing in, probably because of drinking, Han Qingyang not only didn't feel cold, but felt a little comfortable.People also became more sober.

With the light from the porch, he looked at the snow piled up in the yard, "Zhou Yanzong, let's make a snowman for fun."

Zhou Yanzong was stunned for a moment.

"it is good!"

Then he went into the house and took out the scarf and cloak. Han Qingyang refused to wear it despite the strength of his wine. Zhou Yanzong only shouted in a low voice: "If you don't wear it obediently, you will not be allowed to play in the snow."

Han Qingyang pouted his red lips, said nothing, and let Zhou Yanzong help him put on the scarf and tie the cloak on him.

When it was time to play with the snow, Han Qingyang put aside his anger just now.

Zhou Yanzong asked him in a low voice, "Qing Yang, how can you say that you are also a prince and a man, how can you know how to do these knitting women and kitchen work?"

Han Qingyang tilted his head and looked at him.

"Because I want to live. Not only do I want to live by myself, but I also have to take care of my younger brother, Duozi and Duofu. I have to keep them alive. I have no one to rely on in the palace. Later, in order to seek protection, I had to recognize a The concubine who is favored but has no heirs is a mother concubine, I know she doesn't treat me sincerely, all I can do is to watch how she fights for favor and survives in this harem."

His voice was light.

"She is my father's favorite concubine. If she is like this, I have to make some gadgets or send food to make my father happy. What does it matter if I know these things? Besides, Zhou Yanzong, you are also a prince... .”

Zhou Yanzong pursed his lips, feeling very distressed.

He hugged Han Qingyang into his arms, "I will protect you from now on, I will protect you from the wind and rain, and I will never make you feel wronged again."

Han Qingyang cried at some point, and he rubbed his tears on Zhou Yanzong's body.

"If one day you don't love me anymore, I will be very, very sad, very, very sad..."

Zhou Yanzong felt depressed, and gently stroked his back.

"No, Zhou Yanzong only loves Han Qingyang in his life, and he will never change until death."

Han Qingyang smiled again, and kissed Zhou Yanzong twice.

"Zhou Yanzong, when I was in Dajin, I learned a lot about serving people. After I finish building the snowman, I must reward you well, so that I can keep your body and hold your heart. "

Zhou Yanzong's whole body was heated up by his words, and he directly hugged him up.

Han Qingyang cried in his arms: "Zhou Yanzong...you let me down...I want to build a snowman to play with."

Zhou Yanzong comforted in a hoarse voice.

"Qingyang, good boy, I'll send you two snowmen when you get up early tomorrow, okay?"

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