I love the harem with my sweet mouth

Kaiping four years.

The world is stable, the sea is clear and the river is Yan.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the epidemic was rampant in central Beijing, Han Qingyang was in charge of state affairs, he was busy with his heels not touching the ground, maybe he was overworked, he accidentally contracted smallpox, and developed acne all over his body, it was not a big deal, according to the imperial physician's instructions According to the instructions, you only need to isolate and rest for a while to recover.

On this day, Han Qinglang came into the palace to have a look, and talked to Han Qingyang through the curtain.

"I heard that you have smallpox, the prince is not worried about your illness, but he is worried about Brother Yanzong. He said that Brother Yanzong and you are like conjoined twins, like weights and beams. They cannot be separated for a while. This is about to be separated suddenly, how can brother Yan Zong survive?"

Han Qinglang imitated Zhou Chaodun's exaggerated manner when he spoke, which made Han Qingyang's stomach hurt from laughing inside the curtain.

"I can't live anywhere, I haven't seen him for two days, and I haven't seen him, what's the matter?"

Han Qinglang smiled without saying a word, talked again and then withdrew.

As soon as he left the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he saw Zhou Yanzong stretched his neck, tiptoed to look in, saw him suddenly, and stood up resentfully.Han Qinglang glanced inside, "My brother won't let you in?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Yanzong is full of anger, and getting smallpox is not a serious illness. Moreover, he was hit by a blood curse in his early years, and he knew that his life would not last long, and he had never seen him push Han Qingyang away. Keep him, the husband, out.

As a result, he hasn't slept well for the past two days, so he hurried back after a while.

However, Duozi and Duofu outside the gate were like the second general Heng Ha, guarding the gate so hard that it was difficult for him to take a step forward. Seeing Han Qinglang coming out of the gate, he felt anxious like ants on a hot pot.

Earlier, I swore that my husband was closer than my younger brother.

Let's see who is closer now.

When he is sick, everyone can talk to him through the curtain, but he is not allowed in.

Seeing that he was about to speak, Duozi blocked his words first.

"Your Majesty, don't blame us. This is what the master ordered. The master said it. When others came to see, they must have followed the rules, put on a veil and entered, said a few words to say hello through the curtain, and then left. .If you enter the palace, you may not be able to get out even if you fight."

Zhou Yanzong snorted, put his hands behind his back, took a few steps on the spot, and then walked away.

Duofu looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry.

"You said His Majesty compromised?"

Duozi rolled her eyes gorgeously, "What do you think?"

Compromise is naturally impossible to compromise.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhou Yanzong brought his son in his arms. Zhou Nian'an is now four years old, with a thick head and a thick head, very cute.

On the way here, Zhou Yanzong asked him.

"Do you miss Daddy?"

Zhou Nian'an opened his eyes wide and nodded heavily.

Zhou Yanzong said persuasively: "When you arrive at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, you cry at the top of your voice, do you know?"

Zhou Nianan nodded blankly, then shook his head again.

"But...but Daddy said that a man should not shed tears..."

Zhou Yanzong hated iron for being weak, and deliberately attacked him, "Do you still want to see Daddy? If you want to, do as I say."

......

Han Qingyang heard that there was no movement outside, so he knew that Zhou Yanzong had left.

He couldn't help laughing, leaned on the soft couch and continued to read the scriptures.

In the past few years, he has studied with Mr. Sang Zhi, and gradually graduated from the teacher. Last year, Mr. Sang fell ill, and Han Qingyang couldn't bear to make him work any longer, so he allowed him to go back to take care of himself.

Coincidentally, that year Bai Sisi's master Han Ziyuan came to Beijing to undo the blood curse for Zhou Yanzong, and at the welcome banquet, the two hit it off right away.

Han Ziyuan thought that Tianshan Mountain was far away, and with the fact that the sect had withered, Bai Sisi was like a runaway wild horse. He thought that he would be alone when he went back, so he decided not to go back. He and Sang Zhi lived next to each other in a village on the outskirts of Beijing. Living here is also leisurely and happy.

Just as he was lost in thought, Li Zhuang and Qi Meng came in from outside.

As soon as he entered the door, Qi Meng complained endlessly.

"Your Majesty, you should also pity our two brothers. You said that you summoned Duozi and Duofu into the palace well, and our two mansions are in chaos. The children are either crying or crying all day long. Crying, crying to find my father, brother Zhuangzi and I are really the same age, this... this is more tiring than fighting..."

Li Zhuang also nodded in agreement.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you?"

Han Qingyang naturally knew that the two were rescuers brought by Zhou Yanzong, so he just snorted coldly.

"In the past, when the two of you were not married, your mansion was in chaos before you saw it? Now I just take the two of them into the palace for a few days to catch up on the old relationship. Why is the mansion in chaos?"

The two returned home in defeat.

In these matters, how could they be Han Qingyang's opponents.

When going out, Duozi and Duofu gave a cold snort in an extremely tacit understanding, without even looking at them.

Zhou Yanzong got the news and glared at the two of them.

"It's useless, you two are really useless. You can't do this little thing well."

Qi Meng muttered in a low voice: "You are useful, why do you want us?"

Zhou Yanzong was so blocked that he could not speak, and finally beckoned for the two to come over.

"We are generals, so we have to do things according to our own style. Aren't Duozi and Duofu unwilling to go back? You just carry them back."

Li Zhuang chuckled twice.

"Brother Jiu, is this really alright?"

Zhou Yanzong clasped his arms around his chest and looked the two of them up and down.

"Don't you want them to go back soon?"

Qi Meng nodded vigorously, "Think, think, why don't you think?" After speaking, he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

There must be a strategy.

Qi Meng and Li Zhuang rolled up their sleeves and carried him back.

The reason is also the same, people carry it back first, and after they go back, they have to beat and scold them, and it is enough for the left and right people to go back to the house.

Zhou Yanzong carried his son into the hall and whispered.

"Son, cry..."

Zhou Nian'an couldn't cry at first, but Zhou Yanzong wanted to do it in a hurry, but at the last moment, he silently read it as his own, so he gave up and coaxed in a low voice: "Daddy is sick, are you sad?"

Zhou Nian'an nodded.

Zhou Yanzong said again: "Why are you sad?"

Zhou Nianan asked in confusion.

"cry?"

Zhou Yanzong kissed him on the cheek.

"He's really Daddy's good son..."

Zhou Nian'an's crying made Han Qingyang very anxious, but he had smallpox and couldn't go out, so he only yelled at Zhou Yanzong through the curtain.

"Zhou Yanzong, why did you bring your son here?"

"If there is something wrong with my son, I will fight with you..."

After scolding Zhou Yanzong, he coaxed his son again.

"Nian'an, be good, don't cry, I can see you when Daddy recovers from his illness."

In the end, Han Qingyang was crying inside the curtain, and his son was crying outside the curtain. Du Zhou Yanzong was so anxious that he wanted to coax this and that.

In the end, there was really no other way but to let Wang Shou come in and carry Zhou Nian'an out.

"Son, go and play with Uncle Rui Huang and Uncle Qing Lang first, okay?"

When there were only two people left in the hall, Zhou Yanzong couldn't bear it anymore and opened the curtain and walked in.

Seeing each other in one day is like every three autumns.

I haven't seen you for two or three days, Zhou Yanzong directly hugged him into his arms, "I look at you most cruelly, and you don't even miss me at all."

Han Qingyang was sobbing, and reached out to push him.

"Hurry up and get out, getting smallpox is no joke, when the time comes..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were sealed.

The man's hot breath instantly surrounded him, Han Qingyang thought about why this move felt so familiar?

That's right, in the past, whenever he asked Zhou Yanzong for help, it was always like this.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yanzong also learned it.

The two parted for a while, Zhou Yanzong raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Now that we have met and kissed each other, do you still want to drive me away?" He grabbed his hand and placed it on his heart.

Han Qingyang sighed.

"If you contract smallpox, you will feel uncomfortable at that time, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

Zhou Yanzong's scheme succeeded, and he smiled extraordinarily freely.

"Not to mention smallpox, but a deadly poison, as long as I can die with you, I am willing."

Han Qingyang's eyes became hot, and he hurriedly looked away.

"What is not dead? If we are all dead, what will happen to my son?"

Speaking of his son, Han Qingyang pinched Zhou Yanzong's waist again, "Is Nian'an your own? You dare to bring him here. Are you not afraid that he will contract smallpox?"

Zhou Yanzong was not annoyed by being screwed, he was still grinning.

Anyway, as long as you can be with him, you can do anything.

As such.

Zhou Yanzong naturally sought benevolence and obtained benevolence, but he also got smallpox.

When the itching was unbearable at night, he moaned and rubbed against Han Qingyang.

"Qingyang, my body is so uncomfortable, please scratch it for me."

Han Qingyang shouted at him, "The imperial doctor ordered that these pimples should not be scratched. If they are broken, they will leave scars, and if they are broken, they are easy to be infected."

Zhou Yanzong stopped talking, rested for a moment and said: "Then don't scratch it, you can blow it up for me, maybe it will be better."

Han Qingyang was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to get up and blow for him.

The warm breath brushed against his back, arms, and legs, causing layers of tiny shivering to flow through his whole body, as if it didn't feel so itchy anymore.

In the end, he turned over and looked at Han Qingyang eagerly.

"How about I brag for you too?"

Han Qingyang didn't want to either, after all, the pimples all over his body are not good-looking, but Zhou Yanzong swore, "I like everything about Qingyang."

So it was another night of trouble.

By the time the two recovered from smallpox, it was already early summer.

Sneaking in for a few days, because the vassal kings from all over the country came to congratulate, they had to get busy again.

Han Qingyang looked at the memorial, and suddenly a name came into view, which made him dazed.

Xue Cong.

That was the name of his father, the former King Jin.

When Zhou Yanzong ruled the world, King Jin surrendered early, so Zhou Yanzong spared his life and let him continue to stay in the Jin Palace, with an official title without real power, so he could be regarded as retirement there.

If he had no other thoughts, he would be able to live comfortably until death.

Han Qingyang was in a trance, all kinds of the past floated in front of his eyes, passing by like a revolving lantern, those days without Zhou Yanzong, those days when there was no way out.

That one is Xue Cong, where is his father?

When Zhou Yanzong came in, he saw that he was holding a memorial in his hand and looked depressed, he felt a little bit in his heart, walked over to have a look and said: "How does the person in Honglu Temple work, what does such a person ask him to do?"

Han Qingyang grabbed his arm and gently pressed it against it.

Even through the clothes, he could feel the muscle lines of his arms and his body temperature. He calmed himself down, and then laughed again.

"I'm not angry at all. Why are you so angry? Besides, without him, how could I be who I am now? After all, he is also your father-in-law."

Zhou Yanzong reached out and touched his head.

"I don't care about the old man, and he doesn't think about how he is a father."

Thinking of Han Qingyang's suffering and humiliation in Dajin, Zhou Yanzong became furious. If possible, he really wanted to bring Han Qingyang to Dazhou as soon as possible, and bring him to his side.

......

Seeing each other again, Han Qingyang thought he would have a revenge-like pleasure, but instead of not, his mood was as calm as water, and he sat on the throne with Zhou Yanzong.

He looked at the princes and generals who came to congratulate him.

To him, Xue Cong is no different from any other courtier.

Han Qingyang's eyes stopped on him for a moment. His impression of the father and king was very vague, so blurred that he could hardly remember it. Now that he saw it at a close distance, he felt that it was so strange.

He was very fat, and his figure was round and bloated.Because of bowing his body, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhou Yanzong quietly held Han Qingyang's hand, exerting a little force.

"Which one is Xue Cong?"

The king of Jin was called out suddenly, and he was so frightened that he came out of the queue and bowed and said: "Chen Xue Cong, please greet the two majesties, and wish the two majesties great blessings and blessings in the sky, and the blessings will continue."

Zhou Yanzong said again: "Raise your head."

Xue Cong raised his head as he said, but he didn't dare to look up.

Only then did Han Qingyang see his appearance clearly.

A square face, with fat on the cheeks, drooping, and drooping eyes.

He suddenly felt a little ironic.

That is his father.

After many years, he finally saw his face clearly.

I don't know how his mother fell in love with him back then. Han Qingyang originally thought he would hate him, but when it came time, he had no feelings at all, just like seeing any strange courtier present.

He didn't speak any more.

During the evening banquet, Zhou Yanzong ordered someone to bring Zhou Nian'an to him.

Xue Cong occasionally raised his head to look upwards, where the two His Majesties were coaxing a pink and jade-carved doll, and the family of three was very close.

Zhou Yanzong saw it, grabbed Han Qingyang's hand and kissed it on his lips.

"Some people don't like it, but Gu likes it very much."

Han Qingyang blushed with embarrassment, he knew that Zhou Yanzong wanted to vent his anger on him, but now his heart is very calm and satisfied, except that he has no hatred.

Xue Cong's face was dull, and he quickly looked away.

......

half a month later.

The spies came to report that Xue Cong died of illness on the way back.

Han Qingyang heard it at the time, and only said a faint "oh", and then calmly ordered: "It's a good time to bury it, and those who deserve rewards should be rewarded according to the old rules."

While lying on the bed at night, Zhou Yanzong asked him.

"Are you not curious about Xue Cong's death at all?"

Han Qingyang smiled.

He is now in charge of political affairs, and the secret guards are all at his disposal. How could he not know about Han Ziyuan's departure from Beijing?

Just think of it as a causal cycle.

Back then, Xue Cong robbed him of his life's happiness, and now Han Ziyuan took his life with his own hands, which was considered retribution.

Let the past go with him.

As a human being, one has to look forward.

As soon as Zhou Yanzong got into his quilt, Zhou Nian'an poked his head in from outside the curtain holding his little quilt.

"Daddy, I want to sleep with you."

Zhou Yanzong was resentful that good things were disturbed.

"Now that you're grown up, you have to sleep by yourself."

Han Qingyang ignored him and waved to his son.

When Zhou Nian'an was lying between the two of them, Zhou Yanzong was so angry that he didn't speak.

Han Qingyang gave him an angry look.

"If you don't want to sleep here, go and sleep on the couch."

Zhou Yanzong thought about it and decided to forget it.

It's nice for a family to sleep together.

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