After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

October [-] is an auspicious day.

Since the marriage was bestowed by the emperor, the bridal wife of the Jingbei Palace is a palace maid.

After preparing the items in the inner room, the female officer bowed to the man in red wedding dress sitting in front of the bed, and quietly retreated with a group of maidservants.

After leaving the inner room and closing the door, not only the leading female officer breathed a sigh of relief, but the maidservants instantly let go of their hearts hanging in mid-air, and began to move closer to each other and whispered to each other.

"Your Majesty Yang usually has a calm appearance, but I didn't expect it to be so red. This wedding dress really makes people unable to take their eyes off!"

"Isn't that right? I heard from the elder sister on duty in the study that Mr. Yang's eyes are really frowning when he smiles. I didn't believe it at the time, but looking at it now..."

"Although the marriage was bestowed by the emperor, His Royal Highness and Lord Yang are really well matched."

"It is rumored that His Highness the Prince is not a good-natured person, besides, Mr. Yang..."

"Who gave you the courage to talk about your nobles! Silence!" Hearing this, the female officer turned around and glared coldly at the maid behind her. She clenched her hands in her sleeves, turned her head and walked out of the corridor, "Hurry up and follow me!" superior?"

Hearing the whispers in his ears, the man beside the bed who had closed his eyes and meditated opened his eyes. He twisted the long handle of the gold silk fan with his fingers, and the tassel beads on the fan collided and made a small sound.

With a soft click, Yang Yanqing threw the plain dough fan aside, stood up and moved his stiff body.

If I knew that getting married is such a tiring thing, I shouldn't have promised the little emperor to take this troublesome Mingmeizheng to marry.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and two red wedding candles were burning in the inner room. Yang Yanqing looked around by the light of the candles, yawned lazily, bent over and grabbed the red wedding quilt on the bed, and fell out of the bed with a clatter. Little red dates, lotus seeds, chestnuts and peanuts.

Yang Yanqing lowered his eyelids lazily, looking at the dried fruits scattered on the ground rather speechlessly.

Can he and Xiao Jinghe give birth to a son early or have sons consecutively?

It was Haishi, and Yang Yanqing didn't intend to wait for the other owner of the wedding room to come, so he raised his hand and took off the red and gold silk embroidered robe and put it aside casually. As soon as he turned around, he met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

Xiao Jinghe paused when he pushed the door, and stood tall and tall by the door, his gaze passed from the wedding candle to the quilt wine on the table next to him, to the messy wedding quilt on the bed and the dried fruit all over the floor, and finally stopped inside. In the wedding room, Yang Yanqing, who took off his clothes and was about to go to bed, frowned, with a disapproving expression on his face.

Yang Yanqing turned around and looked at the prince who was wearing a nine chapter crown by the door with some surprise in his eyes.

Xiao Jinghe seemed to hesitate for a moment, closed the door of the inner room behind his back and walked over, picked up the quilt wine on the table and poured two glasses, and handed one of the glasses to Yang Yanqing.

"Mr. Yang..."

The man seemed to be considering the address between his lips and teeth, his voice was low and cold, Yang Yanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he looked up, he fell into a quiet blackness.

Xiao Jinghe approached the wine glass in Yang Yanqing's direction.

Yang Yanqing took the wine glass and felt the cold aura of the man at close range. There was a string in his heart that was slightly twitched and he couldn't help but want to touch the serious man in front of him.

See what kind of treasure is hidden under this orthodox crown.

Rubbing the rim of the wine glass with his fingers, he suddenly smiled: "Thank you, my lord."

This is the second time Xiao Jinghe sees Yang Yanqing smile. The person in front of him obviously has an orthodox face of a Confucian scholar, and his behavior is regarded as the ruler of Confucian scholars in the world. The room was full of joy.

Xiao Jinghe's Adam's apple twitched, his eyes dimmed.

After drinking the quilt wine, the red silk thread wrapped around the cup made an ambiguous arc on the table.

Yang Yanqing looked up at Xiao Jinghe.

Since the death of the first emperor, the four-year-old prince ascended the throne under the watchful eyes of his brothers and uncles.Emperor Yang Yanqing shouldered the responsibility of teaching the emperor to govern the government, and he did not form a party or accept apprentices. He took over the imperial prison in the same year when the young prince Xiao Yun ascended the throne, and established the town governor to lead the Jinyiwei.

In the next five years, the three princes and brothers left behind by the late emperor were successively punished for treason. Among the princes, except for the seventh and eleventh princes who retired to the fiefdom and the two princesses who married into the grassland, the rest were arrested one after another and belonged to the Xiao family. The blood of the clan's royal family layered on the Zhenfusi's Zhaoyu stone slabs to cast a chilly and biting dark color, and the people in the capital could even occasionally hear groans | howling from the Zhenfusi's place in the dead of night.

Because of this ruthless method, Yang Yanqing has always been criticized and feared by veteran officials in the court, and he can't be regarded as a pure and loyal minister in the mouth of the storyteller in the teahouse bookstore.

Xiao Jinghe is the only one-word king left in the Daqing Dynasty today. His military exploits are outstanding and his reputation is far-reaching. The lineage of the Jingbei king has guarded the frontier for generations, and has never participated in the cabinet government, let alone conspiracy—if it is true, his reputation surpasses that of being a powerful minister. Yang Yanqing, known as a crazy sycophant, does not know how many times, but it is such a high-ranking prince. In the information handed over by Jin Yiwei, it is written that Jingbei King Xiao Jinghe embezzled military pay and suspected of hoarding elite soldiers in Qingzhou on the border.

Whether it was the little emperor, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, or Xiao Jinghe, they all knew that this marriage was just a knife hanging over Jingbei Palace, so Xiao Jinghe's appearance in the wedding room on the night of the wedding really made Yang Yanqing feel happy. A little surprised.

Speaking of...

Yang Yanqing lowered his eyes, glanced at the belt of the man in front of him, recalled the words that Xiao Jinghe mentioned in the information he had read that day that he was too old and weak for many years, and there were no concubines and concubines in the mansion, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

I don't know if Xiao Jinghe is good or not...

Xiao Jinghe inexplicably felt his back muscles tighten, and he turned sideways to avoid Yang Yanqing's scrutiny with a flick of his sleeves.

After a long while, Xiao Jinghe, who consciously finished the cutscene, said, "There is still business in the study, sir, do it yourself."

After that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Yanqing took out something from his sleeve: "The prince's jade pendant should be returned to its original owner."

This jade pendant was lost by Xiao Jinghe after the banquet in the palace, but unexpectedly it fell into Yang Yanqing's hands.

Xiao Jinghe didn't want to accept it, but Yang Yanqing had already stretched out his hand.

He stared at Yang Yanqing with dark eyes, and stretched out his hand with the palm facing up.

Yang Yanqing put the jade pendant into Xiao Jinghe's outstretched palm, slightly moved his fingertips, and gently hooked the man's palm.

Xiao Jinghe withdrew his hand suddenly, and the corners of his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

His brows were deeply frowned, as if he was enduring something, the hand holding the jade pendant hung down and disappeared in the wide sleeve of the crown robe.

Yang Yanqing could almost see the temples of the man in front of him twitch because of his emotional fluctuations, and he could smell a familiar rusty smell from the tip of his nose.

"It's getting late, sir, rest earlier." When he spoke again, Xiao Jinghe's voice became a little hoarse. He took a deep look at Yang Yanqing, then turned and walked out of the wedding room.

However, Yang Yanqing took off his outer robe and inner cedar in a good mood, and lay down in the red quilt calmly in his inner clothes. He casually touched a lotus seed left on the bed, bent his fingers and popped it out to extinguish the candle.

In the darkness, Yang Yanqing raised his hand and stared at his fingers, fingertips rubbed the aftertaste of the touch just now, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

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in the study.

Sitting behind the table, Xiao Jinghe looked down at the palm of his right hand with a blank expression.

He recalled the feeling when the scholar's fingers touched his palm just now, and the delicate touch seemed to be still there.

It's not the disgusting greasy feeling in memory, but a familiar and unfamiliar skin feeling with a little warmth.

It coincides with the long-term impression in childhood memory, evoking a strong restlessness in the heart and an impulsive violence that is about to be plundered.

His throat rolled up and down, his face was cold for a long time, restraining the claw that was scratching in his heart, the man who had been emperor for ten years slowly clenched his fists, and let out a deep breath.

The strange itching desire in my heart became more and more rampant.

Xiao Jinghe went out with a knife in his hand, and knocked on the door of Lieutenant General Jiang Qing's room.

At the wedding banquet during the day, this person is the one who is the best at booing.

When Jiang Qing heard the knock on the door, she ignored it, but she didn't expect the person outside the door to keep knocking persistently.Cursing, putting on his boots and opening the door, a long knife was held against the tip of his nose while his eyes were drunk.

In an instant, Jiang Qing woke up from the wine.

……

"No, Your Highness, on the night of your wedding, what kind of a thing is it to come here to torment your subordinates!!"

Jiang Qing resisted Xiao Jinghe's attack in a bit of embarrassment. Fortunately, he didn't drink much during the prince's wedding, otherwise the back of his head would be chopped off by the prince.

Xiao Jinghe didn't say a word, and rose into the air with a stiff face. When he turned over, the long knife turned into a silver dragon and roared out. The knife and knife were all venting the uncontrollable impulse and desire.

After half an hour.

Feeling relieved, Xiao Jinghe returned to his room contentedly with the knife in his hand, ready to take a bath and go to bed, leaving behind Jiang Qing who was lying limp on the ground like a dead dog on the martial arts stage.

Jiang Qingsheng lay on his back with his arms and legs stretched apart, and rolled his eyes with difficulty and powerlessness.

Was there a rumor before that the prince couldn't come?

Jiang Qing tilted her head and gave a pooh.

Why not?Your lord is so good!

On the night of the bridal chamber, instead of torturing the princess, he came to the martial arts arena to play as a lieutenant, how dissatisfied is this?

"General, the lord ordered the servants to serve you back to your room."

Jiang Qing twitched her lips and looked at the group of servants waiting around.

He should thank Xiao Jinghe for knowing the aftermath, or he should complain that this person called so many spectators, and then spread that Jiang Qing, the deputy general of King Jingbei, vented his anger in the martial arts field on the night of the prince's wedding. It spread throughout the major teahouses in the capital.

How does this make him explain to Qingqing Taoliu Xiaoruyu in Yao Fanglou and Wanning Liuliumeiyueniang in Su Mengzhai...

Jiang Qing and Xiao Jinghe grew up together since they were young, and they loved each other as brothers. As the saying goes, brothers and sisters, they must not, must not—— being helped to stand up by the servants, Jiang Qing cursed inwardly while twitching in pain.

Forget it, 27 is an old man who doesn't eat meat, don't bother with him.

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Luo Nanshu was a soft and cute glutinous rice dumpling when she was young, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, she was still unable to speak at the age of three.

Only when he entered the palace once and saw the young emperor Gu Lan, he grabbed the corner of the black clothes and called out the first time: "Ah."

The old master predicted that this son had a destiny with the young emperor, and the young and rebellious Gu Lan sneered: "Oh? Then I will accept the young master as a righteous son and make him Marquis of Anping."

Gu Lan, who was lying in the bedroom and falling asleep, closed her eyes every night and didn't know what she would wake up on.

But he is very calm, after all, they are all hung on the little guy's body, held in his hand, and kept in his arms.

I don't know what happened to the little guy he raised outside the palace today?

Discussing the age of relatives, Luo Nanshu, who was stared at by the aristocratic family in the capital, was personally appointed by the old national teacher and became the youngest national teacher in the astrology book.

At the canonization ceremony of the national teacher, Gu Lan saw Luo Nanshu, who was described as beautiful, cold and noble, and saw the man raise his eyes and suddenly smiled, and whispered ironically, "Father?"

Gu Lan: "..."

[I am in the law, and the astrology master is not allowed to marry in his life]

#Should the adoption relationship be terminated first or should the daughter-in-law be taken out of the astrological book first? #

#Online Waiting, Urgent#

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Edible Guidelines:

☆The cold beauty is attacked by VS the graceful and black-bellied emperor, who is older, with a ten-year age difference, and has no blood relationship

☆National teachers have yin and yang eyes, strong

☆It was a pleasure to adopt when I was young, and I will chase my wife in the crematorium in the future