The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

The child will soon be full moon, and it was time for them to return, bid farewell to Yuan Xuan, Shen Yu and all the disciples, and they officially embarked on the return journey.

Ming Yang sat on the carriage, staring at the scene outside the window in a daze. He had only lived here for a few months, but he had a different feeling. He lowered his head and teased the children on the bed. Laughed out loud.

"Beimo, can we come here every year in the future?" Ming Yang leaned against Mu Beimo's arms, asked muffledly about the scent of tea on his body.

"Of course, if Yang'er wants to come, then we will come and live for a period of time every year."

Mu Beimo played with Ming Yang's hair and smiled lightly.

"Hey, this place is really attractive." Ming Yang pursed his lips, but his eyes were secretly red.

"If Yang'er likes it, we will live here when we get old."

"Really?" Ming Yang's eyes lit up.

"Naturally, but we have to raise our two children first."

"Then I can only hope that our baby will grow up quickly and hand over the world to him."

In the winter of that year, the emperor Ming Yang and Mu Beimo returned to Beijing. They were delighted to add dragons and phoenixes. The eldest princess and the crown prince were enshrined.At that time, the world was celebrating, the five grains were harvested, and the common people were all happy.

Three years later, Mu Beimo and Ming Yang carried out the New Deal, and the country gradually stabilized, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. They were praised by every household.

The cold wind was blowing, and Ming Yang became more and more lazy, holding the stove in his hand, nestling on the imperial concubine's couch, refusing to move. When Mu Beimo came back from the court, what he saw was a scene of an adult and two children nestling on the bed.

"Father, I just heard from Aunt Lian'er that it's snowing outside, so why don't you take us out to have a look." Xiao Tuanzi has grown a lot taller, wearing a red mandarin jacket, speaking softly, Right now she is pulling Ming Yang's clothes and acting like a spoiled child.

"Ask your brother if he wants to go." Ming Yang held the scripture book in his hand and said without raising his head. In such a cold day, he didn't want to go out to play in the snow.

"Good brother, I know you must want to play in the snow, right?" Mu Xiyun begged and looked at her brother who was lying on the bed and was serious about reading.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of footsteps, and Mu Yunxi's little group immediately let go of his younger brother, trying to get off the imperial concubine's bed with his short legs.

"Princess, be careful!" Seeing this, the maid rushed up to catch her and put her on the ground.

"Daddy!" Xiaotuanzi jumped to the door with no shoes on on his short legs. Mu Beimo squatted down and hugged him directly.

"Why did you run down by yourself?"

"Daddy, is it snowing outside?" Mu Xiyun asked expectantly.

"Well, get off." Mu Beimo smiled and put him back on the couch.

"Father." Ming Xuanhao raised his eyelids and glanced at his father, his waist straightened.

"I'm reading again."

"Yeah." Ming Xuanhao nodded, but his voice was very serious, "But I don't understand the book Father read today."

"Why don't you understand?" Mu Beimo asked with a chuckle.

"There are always two people fighting in the book." Mingxuanhao sullenly said, "And he doesn't wear clothes."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ming Yang was directly stimulated by Ming Xuanhao's words, and coughed in discomfort.

Mu Beimo held back his laughter, stretched out his hand to hug him and patted him gently.

"Who told you to take my book indiscriminately?" Ming Yang almost couldn't breathe, and reached out to take the book in Ming Xuanhao's hand. The pictures inside were a bit weird, and he used it to study poses with Mu Beimo Book.

"You are not allowed to read this book in the future, remember?" Ming Yang blushed, and reached out to pinch Ming Xuanhao's chubby face.

"Don't watch it, daddy, can you take us out to play in the snow!" Mu Xiyun threw herself on Ming Yang at the right time, her big round eyes were pitiful.

"Go, go, let Daddy put on your shoes for you." Ming Yang really couldn't stand their noise, so he just agreed.

"Come here." Mu Beimo was already waiting for them with cotton shoes, and waved to them with a smile.

"Okay!" Mu Xiyun was so happy that she hurriedly dragged Ming Xuanhao over to put on her shoes.

The two little ones put on the little padded shoes, and were led out by the palace maid on their short legs, but Ming Yang was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, not wanting to move, his eyes half-closed, becoming more and more lazy.

"Does Yang'er wear shoes?" Mu Beimo pulled him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed him.

"I want you to help me wear it." Ming Yang put down the notebook and the stove in his hand, hooked Mu Beimo's neck, and gently rubbed the cool tip of his nose.

"Okay." Mu Beimo squatted down to help him put on his shoes, tied up his cloak carefully, and directly picked him up.

It was snowy outside, and the yellow eaves were covered by white snow. They walked through the clean alley and arrived at the imperial garden.

"Wow, Dad, Royal Father, the snow is so beautiful!" Mu Xiyun jumped up and down exaggeratedly, almost fell backwards.

Ming Xuanhao was calm, with a sullen face, he suddenly squatted down, held a little snow in his gloved chubby hand, and directly put it into his mouth.

The little palace maid frightened and wanted to stop it, but saw the little prince frowned, and spit out the snow from his mouth with a bah.

"Not very tasty."

"Hahaha..." Ming Yang nestled in Mu Beimo's arms, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"It's very lively today." Xiao Chuyue who suddenly appeared on the tile eaves smiled, holding Zhancheng in his arms.

"Wow, it's Uncle Xiao and Shushu Zhan." Mu Xiyun smiled stupidly, and ran directly in their direction.

"Princess, be careful!" The little maid hurriedly ran after her, but before she got close, Mu Xiyun fell into the snow with a thud.

Ming Yang panicked, and hurried over to hug him, but Mu Xiyun quickly got up by herself, and then giggled silly.

"Daddy, father, Yun'er doesn't hurt at all."

"Pfft." Ming Yang couldn't hold back his laughter, only then did he realize that he had stepped into the snow, and his ankles were already covered in snow.

"Why don't you be careful." Mu Beimo picked him up and put him back in the gazebo.

"Do you want to have hotpot tonight?" Xiao Chuyue brought Zhancheng to the gazebo and said.

"Yuan Yi has already prepared it just now." Mu Beimo smiled, he knew that they would definitely come.

"Where's your little dumpling, why didn't you bring it?" Ming Yang looked into Zhan Cheng's empty arms and asked.

"He's too young to catch the cold." Zhan Cheng smiled, and Ming Yang was talking about his daughter, Xiao Muli, who is less than one year old now.

"It's such a pity." Ming Yang held his face up, but the baby was cuter, like the two in his own family who were so noisy every day.

Just as they were talking, Mo Xi and Han Ziling, who had a slightly protruding belly, appeared. The six of them looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Is Ziling about to give birth too?" Ming Yang snuggled into Mu Beimo's arms and asked in a muffled voice.

"There are still more than three months until the due date." Ziling rubbed her stomach and left Mo Xihe's embrace with some disgust.

"Ziling, obediently give your husband a hug." Mo Xihe said aggrievedly as he stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms.

"Hahaha……"

"Daddy, come and play in the snow!" Mu Xiyun shook her short hand, and a snowball next to her fell on her face with a slap.

"Ming Xuanhao! See if I don't hit you!" Two bright red little dumplings were chasing each other in the snow, and from time to time one would fall to the ground, and immediately get up again and chase after each other.

Ming Yang nestled into Mu Beimo's arms, and gently stroked his stomach.

"Brother Beimo, you are amazing." Ming Yang blushed, and reached out to hook Mu Beimo's little finger.

"How powerful is it?" Mu Beimo was hoarse, reaching out to hug him tightly.

Ming Yang exchanged glances with Han Ziling at the side, then shyly hid in Mu Beimo's arms, and whispered something in his ear.

"Really?" Mu Beimo showed surprise, and squeezed the chin of the person in his arms to press a kiss, "You are still a good man. I wonder if Yanger will give birth to a dragon son or a princess this time?"

"Guess." Ming Yin turned around and looked up at Mu Beimo's face.

"Let's discuss it in depth that night, and I'll ask our little prince in advance." Mu Beimo leaned close to Ming Yang's ear and said in a hoarse voice.

"Rogue!" Ming Yang blushed, but felt warm in his heart.

The ground was covered with white snow, Ming Yang's hands and feet felt cold, but his heart was warm.

The prince of the current dynasty is knowledgeable and versatile, capable of writing and martial arts, and has his own views on the affairs of the court. Fifteen years later, Ming Yang voluntarily abdicated to the current crown prince Ming Xuanhao. He and the regent Mu Beimo both abdicated and began to travel around.

Fifteen years later, Ming Yang and Mu Beimo began to travel around, and their relationship was even stronger than before.

They walked through flowing water, climbed high mountains, and experienced all kinds of things in the world, and finally returned to Nanshan to settle down.

Ming Yang and Mu Beimo sat in the gazebo on the cliff, sipping tea and playing chess, cuddling together and feeling the joy of seeing all the small mountains.

Ming Yang leaned against Mu Beimo's arms, and whispered in his ear.

"The years are quiet and good, and I cherish you as usual."

The two kissed and embraced each other, Ming Yang still couldn't change his habit of blushing, there was a familiar smell in his nose, and he suddenly remembered a sentence.

The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and there are galaxies in the world. No one is you, and no one is not you.

The friendship between him and Mu Beimo will continue until the loess is ashes and bones, and this life will not be missed.

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