Nagato Fu

The nobleman of Daoguan is about to give birth prematurely, it may be very dangerous.There is no master in the six palaces, no one can make a decision, and the courtiers and concubines dare not make their own opinions for a while.Fortunately, Your Majesty, you came back in time! "

"Send the Anise Palace!" Zhang Qishan made a quick decision and ordered to the eunuch waiting at the side.Turning her head again, she comforted Er Yuehong, who was one step behind her: "I will go to Duanhua Palace to see you at night."

Er Yuehong nodded, quietly watching the group of people going away.He let out a complex sigh, almost inaudible.

In the evening, Zhang Qishan really came to Duanhua Palace.

Er Yuehong saw that he looked a little tired, so she knew that the matter of Mrs. Guan's premature birth was probably not good.Sure enough, soon Zhang Qishan said: "Your Majesty Guan gave birth prematurely, and left after giving birth to a dragon son."

Although she was prepared, Er Yue Hong was shocked when she heard the news.

"Your Majesty... my condolences."

He was not very impressed with that noble man from Wanwan.I have met her a few times, but I only remember her as an ordinary-looking woman with a gentle temperament.

Zhang Qishan shook his head and said: "I feel calm instead. Guan Gui comes from an ordinary family and comes from the Xinglin family. When she first entered the palace, she was very gentle, so I had a good impression of her, thinking that she was not the same as those women who were fighting each other. .At that time, I never thought that her city mansion is so deep..."

He paused, unwilling to say any more, just sighed.

"Now that she died for giving birth to my dragon son, I don't want to pursue the past anymore."

He looked at Er Yuehong, his expression softened.Pulling him to sit down, he stroked his warm fingers lightly, with a bit of warmth.

"Do you like children?"

"I don't know." Er Yuehong blinked and looked at him. "Why do you suddenly ask like that?"

"I have an idea." Unknowingly, Zhang Qishan gave up that noble self-proclaim when talking to him.He looked at him calmly, with bright and tender eyes. "The third prince lost his biological mother as soon as he was born. I have to choose a concubine to raise him and teach him to be an adult. He is my heir. Instead of giving it to those scheming women, it is better to give it to you. Are you willing to help me?" Raise him?"

Er Yuehong was startled by his words, and almost subconsciously broke away from his hand.

"You, do you know what you're talking about?"

Zhang Qishan looked at him with a smile.

"Of course. You are not joking. I just ask you, do you want to?" He stood up, held him in his arms domineeringly and gently, and said in a deep voice. "You know, it's impossible for you and me to have a biological heir. At this time, the third prince is like a gift from heaven to us, and we can regard him as our child."

He lowered his head and gently stroked the thin lips of the person in his arms.

"Don't you want to have one of our children?"

This is too much temptation.Er Yuehong gritted her teeth and thought.This man, he knows how to shake himself too well.

"But I'm a man, how can I raise him like a woman? I'm afraid that when he grows up and knows who I am, he will blame you and me." He expressed his concerns.

"Don't worry." Zhang Qishan bent the corners of his lips, and put his drooping hair back behind his ears. "All princes will have wet nurses and maidservants. What you need is to guide him, teach him how to grow up and how to behave. I believe that you will do well." He stared at him with burning eyes.

Er Yuehong sighed from the bottom of her heart: "Are you not afraid that I will be jealous and resent this child like those women, and do something to him?"

"Will you?" Zhang Qishan asked back.

"Why not?" Er Yuehong stared at him. "He is the heir of you and other women. I am not only jealous of him, but also his mother!"

"Why are you jealous of his mother? The intimacy I have done with her is far less than with you." Zhang Qishan chuckled, his tone a bit teasing and joking.

This hateful man!Er Yuehong cursed in her heart, but her face blushed uncontrollably.

"Hong'er," Zhang Qishan straightened his face and said seriously. "I'm glad you're jealous, at least it proves that you do have me in your heart, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, looking very happy.

"I believe that you will treat this child like your own heir. Do you not trust my vision and judgment, or are you not confident?"

Er Yuehong pursed her lips, trying to be serious, but she still laughed.

"How cunning." He murmured, drawing a circle on his chest with his fingers,

A child, a child that belongs to them.

It was an unattainable dream, but now there is hope.How could he not be moved by this?

This cunning man can always poke his weakness.

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☆, the auspicious unicorn rises from the sky, the moon is round in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and people are not round

No.20 Once the auspicious unicorn falls from the sky, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be round and people will not be round

The whole summer passed without knowing it, and in a blink of an eye, it will be late autumn.

Insistingly decreed that the third prince, who was born not long ago, would be adopted by Concubine Xi who was receiving divine favor.Er Yuehong didn't know what kind of uproar this caused in the court and in the harem.

The next generation belongs to the "Rui" generation, and Zhang Qishan named this child "Ruilin".Zhang Ruilin means "auspiciousness descended from heaven, Qilin protects the body".

The little boy was served by two wet nurses and four maids in turn, and the room was arranged in Duanhua Palace.Er Yuehong visited him almost every morning and evening, and she got used to it before she knew it.

In the room, Zhang Ruilin was fast asleep, and the baby who was several months old was soft and soft, very cute.

Er Yuehong sat on the side and watched him quietly, seeing his cute appearance, couldn't help stretching out her light white fingertips to poke the child's soft face gently.

The child moved, but did not wake up.It's just that the pink mouth is open, and she can't speak yet, only some saliva starts to flow down.

Er Yuehong couldn't help but curled her delicate eyebrows, lovingly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

He took back the handkerchief, but he couldn't help being distracted.

Marry a well-matched, virtuous and gentle wife, and have a pair of children.Two years ago, he still thought that he would spend his life peacefully like most men.

Now he is in the palace, raising the child of the person he loves as a woman.

Can't help feeling that life can be so unpredictable.

He lowered his head and looked at the infant child lightly.

This child is the child of Zhang Qishan and a woman, thinking of this, he still feels a little awkward in his heart.He is not so selfless, thinking that with love, everything about him should be tolerated.

He knows it's jealousy, he's jealous, it's not right.

But maybe because of falling in love, he couldn't control himself to stop being sad and stop these complicated thoughts.

Although Zhang Qishan didn't say it, he knew it.Since Zhang Qishan expressed his heart to him, he never touched those concubines again.

This is cruel to them, Er Yuehong knows.But he couldn't deny the sweetness and joy in his heart.He is actually a selfish person, at least, very selfish about love.So he pretended not to know and said nothing.

It seems that since he fell in love with Zhang Qishan, he has become less like him.Er Yuehong smiled wryly, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently stroked the child's face, but her expression became gentle unconsciously.

Although this child has no half blood relationship with him, he still poured all the love for his own children into him.He sincerely hoped that this child would grow up safely and become a handsome young man again.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help smiling, Er Yuehong leaned over, and gently pressed a kiss on Zhang Ruilin's small forehead, full of love.

Then he got up and left.

After leaving the house, Er Yuehong noticed that several layers of withered and yellow fallen leaves had been piled up under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, which were blown up by the cool wind, curled up and then fell.

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, which inevitably has a somewhat desolate meaning.

Thinking of this, he summoned the little eunuch who was waiting on him.

"Go and sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, it makes me feel cold."

After he finished speaking, he looked sideways at the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The moon is waning and full, and before you know it, it is the fifteenth Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is a reunion festival, but I don't know how many people can be reunited in the depths of the harem.

There was a Mid-Autumn Festival feast in the palace, and Er Yuehong really didn't like this kind of noisy banquet, so she left the banquet early with the excuse of being overwhelmed with alcohol.

Back at Duanhua Palace, he dismissed the maids and sat alone at the stone table in the courtyard, laying out good wine.

It was a full fifteenth month, and the moon was as bright as jade hanging in the night sky, shedding the moonlight, casting mottled tree shadows and moon-white spots on the ground.

Under the moonlight, one person stood by the corridor and said with a smile, "Drinking alone is boring."

"Who said I was drinking alone?" Er Yuehong turned her head to look at Zhang Qishan who was standing there at some time, and smiled with her delicate eyebrows. "I’m waiting for you."

"How did you know that I would leave the banquet and come here?" Zhang Qishan asked with a smile.

"Then why are you here?" Er Yuehong asked back, with a sly smile on her lips.He placed the wine cups and made a "please" gesture to Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, sat down as he wanted, and turned his eyes around his face.

"If it wasn't for you, how would I come?"

He and Er Yuehong held up the wine cups, they touched each other lightly, smiled at each other, and drank the fine wine.

"Good day, fine wine, beautiful woman. I have everything at this moment, what an honor?" Zhang Qishan clasped the stone table casually with his knuckles, with a relaxed expression.

"I'm not as good as 'Beauty'." Er Yuehong raised her eyebrows and smiled, as if thinking of something, her expression froze.

Zhang Qishan noticed his expression keenly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Er Yuehong sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I've been thinking, why me?"

Seeing that Zhang Qishan was puzzled, he smiled slightly: "There are so many people around you, why is it me?" What he said was weird, but Zhang Qishan understood. "You and I have only known each other for only two years..."

Zhang Qishan suddenly let out a low laugh, and interrupted him: "It's not just two years, Hong'er."

Er Yuehong was taken aback, and looked at him.

"Maybe you have forgotten it, but I can't forget it," Zhang Qishan smiled and slowly told the past. "You saved my life."

"When I was 16 years old, I was still stubborn. Occasionally, I would sneak out of the palace with my ninth brother. On that day, it was a folk temple fair. I have always regarded me as a threat, and sent killers to get rid of me. At that time, I had achieved a small degree of martial arts, and I rushed out of the siege and hid in the crowd, but still passed out due to blood loss. When I woke up When I came here, I found that I was in a hut, and the sound of gongs and drums was constantly beating outside. It was a troupe. And beside my bed, there was a very handsome boy of eleven or twelve years old, asleep. It was him Saved me, and guarded me for a day and a night."

"I asked his name when I woke up, and wanted to return to the palace to repay his life-saving grace. But he said that he didn't ask for my repayment. When he rescued him back then, he just couldn't just watch people's lives being disregarded. He refused to say his name, nor Ask me who I am. After my questioning, he said that his surname is Tang."

"On the second day after waking up, my people found me. After I returned to the palace, I inquired about it and found out that the troupe's name was 'Qing Zheng', and the only boy surnamed Tang in the troupe belonged to Mr. Tang." second son."

He raised his eyes, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

"It's you, Er Yue Hong."

After he finished speaking, he saw Er Yuehong staring down her eyes in a daze, not showing any surprise.

"...Hong'er, are you unhappy?"

Er Yuehong raised her head, with a complex look in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

"So, my entry into the palace was not accidental, right? No wonder you always feel like you've been pampering me, so it's because of this..."

"Indeed, it's not a coincidence." Zhang Qishan said calmly. "It can be said that this is the fate of my plan."

"Then, does my sister's suicide... have anything to do with you?" Er Yuehong paused, with complicated eyes as if she was struggling with something, and said with difficulty.

Zhang Qishan was startled, and immediately denied: "Of course it's irrelevant, I just took advantage of her to find an excuse to let you enter the palace." After he finished answering, he felt something was wrong again. "Why are you asking this suddenly, Hong'er?"

Er Yuehong hooked the corners of her lips, and said softly as if in a trance: "Because I'm afraid that I will hate you, and I'm even more afraid that you will hate yourself."

He raised his eyes and looked over faintly, with complicated eyes.

What does it mean?Zhang Qishan was stunned.

Er Yuehong smiled slightly, the curve of her lips was a bit bitter.

"I was sent to the Qingzheng troupe to learn opera since I was a child, but I didn't suffer much. At that time, the Qingzheng troupe was stationed in the capital and hadn't traveled around. My brother Tang Yi and sister Tang Ling often came to see me in the troupe. Bring me some delicious pastries. That's why I have been closer to my brothers and sisters since I was a child than to my father."

He paused, his voice surprisingly calm, and continued to speak slowly.

"When I was 11 years old, my sister came to beg me. She saved a boy covered in blood, but she didn't dare to bring him back to the Tang Mansion—my father was always strict, and he would definitely reprimand her for not being a lady. So I promised her to let that comatose boy live in my room in the Qingzheng class. She was learning medical skills at that time, bandaged the boy's wounds, and guarded him for a day and a night until he woke up... ..."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Qishan who was already stunned, and smiled slightly, but the smile was so bitter.

"You've already figured it out... That's right, in order to reduce trouble, my sister often dresses up as a man when I go out... My sister and I are twin siblings. After so many years, it's no wonder you recognize me as her..."

His voice was broken, but his heart was almost broken.

"Zhang Qishan, tell me, you like me. But what do you like... Is it me now, or my sister ten years ago?"

"A mistake...a fate of conspiracy..."

He got up, raised his head and laughed loudly, like a fool.Just laughing and laughing, the tears stayed.

"It's wrong, it's all wrong..."

He laughed and wept.Throwing violently on the stone table, he swept all the porcelain pots and jade cups to the ground, smashing them to pieces.His fingers were also cut with blood by the sharp tiles.

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☆、Ambiguous circumstances create suspicions, and the mountains and rains are about to come and the wind is full of buildings

No.20 The second round of mishaps created suspicions, and the rain was about to come, and the building was full of wind

His pale fingers were cut with blood by the sharp tiles.

But as if he couldn't feel the pain, he was still laughing, laughing until tears ran down his delicate cheeks.

Zhang Qishan gasped, grabbed his wrist and imprisoned him, his heart throbbing with pain.

"Hong'er, what are you doing!" He was shocked and angry. "Is it interesting to humiliate yourself like this?"

Er Yuehong looked up at him, and suddenly smiled: "Does my insulting myself have anything to do with you?"

He pushed him away hard, staggered away from his embrace, and smiled faintly.

"Now you know, it wasn't me who saved you." He lowered his eyes, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. "What should I do, Your Majesty? Do you want me to be expelled from the palace?"

Zhang Qishan didn't miss the sadness that flashed in his eyes, felt a pain in his heart, and hugged him tightly into his arms.

"What nonsense!" He held the struggling Er Yuehong tightly, preventing him from avoiding him like something he hates. "Whether it was you ten years ago or not, the person in my arms is you now! The person I love deeply is you! Not Tang Ling!"

Er Yuehong bit her lower lip, stubbornly trying to push him away.

"Don't you understand? What I fell in love with was not the unreachable person who saved my life ten years ago, but this stubborn person in front of me who didn't hide his true nature. It was you, Er Yuehong! If If you don't believe me, I will swear here today!"

Zhang Qishan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"I, Zhang Qishan, swear here, if the person I love is not Er Yuehong, then let me be thundered from the sky—"

His mouth was suddenly covered.

"Don't say it, don't say it..." Er Yuehong shook her head, tears still falling.

The voice lowered, his warm lips replaced the icy cold hands, covering Zhang Qishan's lips and tongue.

Zhang Qishan was startled for a moment, his brows and eyes stretched unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and soon indulged in this intimacy.

Is it because of belief or fear that he is not allowed to continue?

There was a bitter smile on Er Yuehong's lips, and she quietly closed her eyes.

He really wanted to pretend he didn't know anything.But... is it really possible?

Even if the broken jade is glued together again, there will be cracks.

What's more, what about people's hearts?

After that night, Zhang Qishan was as good to him as ever.

As if nothing had happened.

Now, Zhang Qishan has reached the point of "favoring" him, and he is almost obedient to his requests.Fortunately, he is not evil, nor has he ever been. Otherwise, what kind of foolish king would he be?

As the winter solstice was approaching, Er Yuehong proposed to go back to the Tang residence for a few days, but Zhang Qishan certainly would not refuse.

"Going home to visit relatives" is a common thing for the married daughters of ordinary people, but it is different for the emperor's concubines.

As soon as the news of "the imperial concubine returning home to visit relatives" got out, the entire Tang family went through a series of grand arrangements for several days.

The chariot from Miyagi was escorted all the way to the gate of the Tang Mansion, and when they got out of the car, the guards followed closely behind the beauty in palace attire to protect her.

Feeling helpless, Er Yuehong turned her head and said to the commander of the guards, "Do I still need someone to protect me in my own home? You go back and report to His Majesty that I don't like people following me."

"Returning to your mother, we are also following orders..." The other party saluted him and said.

"Following orders?" Er Yuehong interrupted him lightly. "Sweeping this palace's happiness, who of you can bear this crime? When your majesty asks, you just say that this palace asked you to come back, and your majesty will not blame you."

The commander of the guards hesitated for a moment, stopped in his tracks, and did not follow.

Seeing Er Yuehong enter the Tang residence, the commander turned his head and pointed at the two people.

"You two, stay in the Tang residence to protect your mother, so that no one will find out. The rest of you will follow me and return to the palace!"

"Yes!"

Two years ago, the scene of stepping on the chariot into the palace from here seems to be still vivid in my memory.

Back here now, the state of mind is completely different.

During the night when he returned to the Tang Mansion, Mrs. Tang had a long talk with him, nothing more than asking if there was any suffering in the palace.

Maybe women are indeed more sensitive, Mrs. Tang quickly noticed that the second son seemed to have something on his mind.

"Is there anything you can't tell mother?" Mrs. Tang patted the back of his hand softly and said slowly. "Hong'er, you are still young after all, if you have any confusion, just tell your mother, she might be able to give you some advice."

Er Yuehong hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head with a smile, and lied a few words to hide it.

He has his concerns.

It was only when he returned to his room that he remembered that he had specially brought some delicate jewelry to his mother to give to her when he returned home this time.

I wanted Ling Luo to send it there, but I thought it would be better to go there myself.Moreover, thinking that nothing serious happened in his own mansion, he didn't let Lingluo brocade go with him.Er Yuehong changed into a light robe, took her things and left the room alone.

When he approached Mrs. Tang's room, he heard the quarrel deliberately kept down.

"What do you know, you woman! I'm for the Tang family!"

It was Tang Qi's voice.

Father and mother... Er Yuehong was startled, her hands holding the things tightened, she turned around and planned to leave first.

But she heard Mrs. Tang's crying voice behind her.

"Master, master... I beg you, stop it..."

"You! Sigh, keep your voice down, be careful that the walls have ears!" Tang Qi sighed.

It seems to be discussing something important.

Er Yuehong froze for a moment, and dodged to hide behind a pillar beside her.

"Master, stop it. Hong'er is still in the palace, isn't she a hostage, just in case..."

"My son of the Tang family, it's okay to sacrifice for the Tang family." Tang Qi's voice was very calm.

"That's our son! Are you crazy! Are you crazy!" Mrs. Tang threw herself at his feet and cried in a low voice. "Master! I have never begged you for more than 20 years since I married into the Tang family. Now, I am begging you... Is that seat so important? Aren't we living well now? You are already under one person. People are above others, why bother to fight..."

Er Yuehong's heart was cold, not just because of the phrase "sacrifice" in his father's mouth.

... What is more noble than "one person is under one person and above ten thousand people"?

He desperately covered his mouth, his body pressed against the cold pillar, and his eyes widened silently.His eyes are cold, and his heart is also cold.

"You, you shut up! Every day and every night, you have to be trembling, afraid that someone else will kill a hundred people in the Tang family with a single word. Do you think this is good? Only when you are truly above ten thousand people, There will be no more worries! I am for the Tang family!"

"You are for yourself!" Mrs. Tang cried, but was kicked away by Tang Qi in a rage. "It's all because of your greed! Do you have to pay for the lives of more than 100 members of the Tang family for your selfish desires?"

"Women, what do you know! Hmph, what do you think I've been busy with for so many years? Now I finally got it, the military power I've worked so hard for for so many years... I don't believe I will lose to a brat!"

Tang Qi opened the door abruptly and came out in a huff, his eyes inadvertently landed on the corner of the robe behind the pillar.

"Who!"

Er Yuehong froze and walked out slowly.

Seeing that he was his second son, Tang Qi's expression froze, and he said sharply: "Hong'er, what are you doing here so late!" He paused and hesitated. "You... what did you hear?"

Shouldn't it be better to say "I didn't hear anything" at this time?Er Yuehong laughed at herself in the bottom of her heart, and said calmly:

"I heard everything."

He smiled slightly.

"If it wasn't for worrying about my 'identity', wouldn't dad be sending shadow guards to get rid of me right now?"

Tang Qi's expression sank, he turned around and left without saying a word.

"Come with me to the study."

Did not refute myself, is this the default?

Er Yuehong lowered her eyes and quietly followed his footsteps.Can't tell if it's disappointment or disappointment.

"Father, is what I heard true?"

As soon as the door of the study was closed, Er Yuehong looked at her father who seemed to be a stranger overnight, and said coldly.

Tang Qi didn't answer him, but said in a deep voice: "When you succeed as a father, you won't have to bear your sister's identity and suffer in the palace. I'm doing this for your own good."

"No, you are doing it for your own selfish desires!" Er Yuehong looked at him deeply, her eyes filled with disappointment and disbelief. "Mother is right, you are greedy! Dad, aren't we living well enough? Why are you not satisfied?"

"Both you and your mother are short-sighted." Tang Qi snorted coldly. "As long as I win, our Tang family will be the royal family in the future, and we will never have to look at other people's eyes!"

"Father, treason is a serious crime of killing everyone! You are gambling with the lives of hundreds of members of the Tang family!" Er Yuehong was almost angry.

Tang Qi snorted and looked at him with lowered eyes, but what he said seemed irrelevant.

"Has Zhang Qishan fallen in love with you?"

Er Yuehong's eyes jumped, and she took a step back subconsciously, very flustered.

"Father, what are you talking about! I don't understand!"

Tang Qi glanced at him with an unpredictable expression, and said, "If he hadn't given 'Concubine Xi' so much favor, my Tang family would not have gained power so quickly."

An unbelievable possibility suddenly popped up in Er Yuehong's mind.

"Did you...know what happened ten years ago? So you are sure that Zhang Qishan will give me favor?"

Seeing that Tang Qi was silent, he took a step back and said with a mocking smile: "It's a pity, Dad, you didn't count, did you? The person who saved him ten years ago was not me, but my sister. You and him both misunderstood gone."

"What!" Tang Qi was surprised and looked at him. "How could it be Ling'er? No, the news I got is clearly..." His eyes narrowed, and his face sank. "Does Zhang Qishan know?"

"He knows." Er Yuehong smiled bitterly.Half self-deprecating, half disappointed. "Does sister's suicide have anything to do with you?"

He was terrified, afraid of getting an affirmative answer.

But his father's silent expression made his heart ache, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

"She's your own daughter, how can you be so cruel!" Er Yuehong threw herself towards him like she lost her mind and grabbed his collar, shouting involuntarily. "Tang Qi, you are not a human, you are a beast! You..."

"Snapped--"

He was slapped abruptly, and his sideways face was burning with pain.

But not as bad as distressed, far less.

"I think you forgot your surname! Er Yuehong is not your birth name, your name is Tang Rong! Your surname is 'Tang'! You belong to the Tang family!" Panting heavily, Tang Qi withdrew his hand and snorted coldly. his hand.

"You are a member of the palace now. It is up to you to choose whether to tell Zhang Qishan and get the Tang family to copy and kill, or to pretend that you don't know anything."

He dropped this sentence coldly, turned around and left.

Er Yuehong supported the table in a daze for a long time.

He just felt cold, cold all over.

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☆, the bustling for a while, greedy for joy, and the interpretation of the wonderful words

No.20 Three rounds of bustling for a long time of greed and joy, the interpretation of the wonderful language

Compared with the cold wind after snowfall outside the window, the inner room of Duanhua Palace is very warm.

Zhang Qishan pushed back the other palace people, and approached the person who was resting on the beauty bed in the afternoon with light steps.

As soon as his hand touched the delicate face of the person on the couch, the other person's eyelids moved and opened his eyes like ink.Seeing that it was him, he fixed his eyes, then smiled slightly: "Why, want to sneak attack?"

Zhang Qishan sighed secretly in his heart, he withdrew his hand calmly, and said with a smile: "What's the point of a sneak attack, it's better to come in an open and aboveboard."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, suddenly embraced Er Yuehong's waist, picked him up horizontally, and walked towards the bed.

Er Yuehong let out a low exclamation, and subconsciously hooked his neck.When he came back to his senses, he was ashamed for a moment, and quickly pushed him away.

"You, what are you doing! In broad daylight..."

Zhang Qishan put him down on the carved bed, and nodded angrily and amusedly at the tip of his nose.

"What are you thinking about! I think your bed is more comfortable, but the beauty's bed is too hard!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and smirked again, and leaned over with a drawn out voice.

"You are blushing, don't you think I want to..."

Er Yuehong choked, glared at him and pushed him away, arguing, "I'm hot!"

Although the inner room is very warm, it is far from hot.Zhang Qishan just laughed and didn't point him out.

He knew that Er Yuehong had a thin skin, and it would be bad to make him angry.

"At this hour, Rui Lin should wake up after taking a nap. Let's go see him together?" Er Yuehong asked.

Zhang Qishan looked at him, his expression softened unconsciously, and he nodded with a slight smile.

The third prince just turned one year old a few days ago, a grand birthday celebration banquet was held in the palace, and now he is being raised by the most favored "Concubine Xi", it can be said that the scenery is boundless.

But little children don't know what glory or disgrace is, and they are really carefree at this time.

Zhang Qishan and Er Yuehong came to Zhang Ruilin's small pavilion and saw him toddling under the guidance of a wet nurse and several maids.

After walking a few steps, Zhang Ruilin cleverly saw a familiar figure, left the wet nurse and maid and stumbled towards this side.

The nurses and maids were startled, fearing that the little prince would fall and knock, they hurried forward to chase a few steps to support him.Er Yuehong couldn't help laughing, stepped forward a few steps and squatted down, facing the little embrace of the child rushing towards her.

"Mother concubine...Mother concubine..."

One-year-old children have already learned simple words.

I just don't know, what should I do when he grows up and learns that the "mother concubine" he calls is wearing men's clothes?

Er Yuehong smiled and touched his sweaty cheek, and said softly, "You're all sweating, are you tired?"

He looked up at the wet nurse and said, "How did you learn today?"

The nurse saluted with a smile, and said: "If you go back to your mother, the little prince is very smart, and he can learn to walk quickly. Today I walked a long way by myself, and I don't need anyone to help me."

"Just don't fall, it's good to watch." He smiled and nodded at the wet nurse and maids.

Er Yuehong stood up, took Zhang Ruilin's hand, and came to Zhang Qishan.

"Rui Lin, quickly call 'Father Huang', don't you understand this phrase?" He coaxed.

The child blinked his dark eyes, looked at the handsome man in front of him, and said softly, "Father..."

This child has a pair of dark and bright eyes, and his eyebrows are somewhat similar to his own. He must be a smart child.Zhang Qishan thought to himself, squatted down with a smile and stretched out his hand.

"Come on, Ruilin, hug me by the emperor."

Zhang Ruilin blinked again, and dodged behind Er Yuehong, clutching Er Yuehong's clothes tightly, refusing to walk over.

Zhang Qishan froze.

Er Yuehong was also taken aback, and then laughed: "I told you not to come and see the child often, look, the child doesn't recognize you. You are a father, really..."

"I was negligent." Zhang Qishan sighed with a smile, put down his hands, and glanced at Er Yuehong with helplessness and doting. "You are the only one in the palace who dares to talk to me like that. I don't know who takes up most of my time."

"Of course it's His Majesty's note." Er Yuehong raised her eyebrows and answered quickly, smiling innocently to change the topic. "Ruilin still doesn't recognize many people now, it would be better if he was older."

"It's not bad if Ruilin sticks to you like this forever. In this way, it will be more like our child. I heard that sons are more dependent on their mothers." Zhang Qishan looked at him with a smile.

What he said was seven points affectionate and three points ridicule.

If it was in the past, Er Yuehong must have glared at him, pretending not to understand the meaning behind it.But at this moment, he was only in a stagnation.

……after?

... What did he promise him "in the future"?

Seeing him lose his mind, Zhang Qishan called him softly: "Hong'er? What's the matter?"

Er Yuehong came back to her senses, gave him a faint smile, and lowered her eyebrows.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired..."

"Tired? Then go back to your place first, let Ruilin take care of them." Zhang Qishan signaled the wet nurse and maids to pick up the child, and walked back side by side with Er Yuehong.

Returning to the main hall where Er Yuehong lived, his eyes accidentally glanced at the guqin on the qin stand.

"Thinking of it this way, Hong'er, it's been a long time since you played the piano for me." Zhang Qishan looked at him with raised eyebrows, smiling. "I really miss it very much. I wonder if there is such a fate today, and I can listen to it again?"

Er Yuehong walked over slowly, plucked a few times on the strings, and lowered her eyes.

"Would you like to hear it? Which one?"

He sat down, put his fingers on the strings, raised his eyes and smiled quietly at him.

Mesmerizing eyes.

For some reason, this smile made Zhang Qishan only think of this sentence.

""Jie Yu", okay?"

He never told him that falling in love with him was at that time.

On Qingyun Lake, in Qiao Xinting, he played for him, and when he raised his eyes and smiled, he just felt his heart move.

Finally, there is a person who can understand his pain and suffering, and can smile at him when he is frustrated, as gentle as jade.

"Okay." Er Yuehong said lightly, paused for a while, with ten fingers nimbly, she plucked the strings.

This time, he didn't sing.Even without lyrics, the affection is conveyed.

Zhang Qishan was smiling, as if he suddenly remembered something, he got up and spread out the paper and inkstone at the long table beside him, and picked up the pen and ink.

Er Yuehong looked at him to express doubts.

"Don't stop. I just want to record your magnificence at this moment." Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the Zihao pen was rendered on the rice paper.

Er Yuehong smiled at him, and kept working, the beautiful melancholy sound of the piano flowing out.

Not long after, at the end of the piano music, a picture scroll was also drawn.

In the painting, Mr. Pianpian, who is wearing a water-red robe, is continuing to play with lowered eyebrows, and a pair of raised red phoenix eyes are carefully outlined.Zhuo but not demon, delicate appearance can be seen.

"It's a pity that this painting is not as good as yours." Zhang Qishan closed his pen and said with a smile, turning around to see him in a daze, he couldn't help but