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All this year are exempt.

Even the fireworks and firecrackers in the palace on New Year's Eve and the first day of the first lunar month were not set off.

Only on the first day of the first lunar month, the ancestral temple was worshipped, and the prince Chen Ruiyin got up and went to the ancestral temple.

This is the first time he has done his own work since he became the prince, representing supreme power and glory.

Therefore, Chen Rui was full of piety and complacent.

With confidence, I climbed up the steps without the support of the palace servants.

The people kept cleaning the high steps of the ancestral temple. However, this room had just been cleaned up, and the steps were covered with heavy snow.

When the prince came in person, the steps were still covered with snow.

Chen Rui took off his robe and climbed the high steps. Before he could reach the entrance of the ancestral temple, a "thump" sound accompanied by "Oh" cry of pain

The prince's feet slipped and rolled down the high steps.

The palace guards below were in chaos, and then they called the imperial physician to treat the prince. Fortunately, it was just a pain in the flesh and blood, and the waist and ankles were stumbled.

However, the prince who is pampered enough to eat a pot.

However, the ancestral temple cannot be ignored, and I can only endure the pain and worship the ancestors with the help of two palace servants.

Of course, the second day of the lunar calendar should have summoned the officials to discuss the emperor's abdication, so they could only push them back for a few more days.

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On the third day of junior high school, Chen Yuan invited Doctor Zhao again to ask Xia Sichan for his pulse.

Doctor Zhao said that her left pulse is stronger than her right pulse, and she is mostly a young master. Chen Yuan and Xia Sichan don’t care about men and women. As long as they can give birth to their children safely, they will be satisfied. The future will be long, and there will always be a legitimate son.

Xia Sichan suddenly passed the Shangyuan period and realized that she had not even seen the lanterns this year. It was already late at night, and only a few candles were illuminating in the house.

A few days ago, I received a letter from Wei Ziqian saying that he was on his way back to Beijing.

Xia Sichan silently stroked her bulging abdomen and smiled sweetly: Baby, your father is coming back.

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On the evening of the day, a thunder flashed across the corner of the sky to hit the withered old tree outside the ancient city, and the old tree collapsed. In an instant, night rain hit a speeding horse, and the man on the horse was tall and cold.

At the end of the first month, Wei Ziqian and his party finally arrived in the capital.

"The Prime Minister is back!"

I don’t know who shouted loudly, and Huiyuan suddenly became lively.

Madam Sun first braved the rain to arrange meals in the kitchen. When she met someone along the way, she told them to clean the Xiji room and go to the kitchen to carry water for the prime minister to bathe.

Wei Ziqian returned to Huiyuan in a rain, but when he saw the person he had missed for a long time standing in front of him, he glanced at the wet outer robe on his body and endured the thought of hugging her into his arms.

However, Xia Sichan ignored these things and no longer cared about other people's eyes. She was full of longing and put her slightly bloated body into Wei Ziqian's wet and hot chest, and the surroundings were filled with a manly aura mixed with the fragrance of water.

Xia Sichan lay on the bed and stared at him. Wei Ziqian smiled and touched her face, and asked softly: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Xia Sichan held his hand and stared at him intently. Liu Mei frowned slightly: "I'm afraid it's a dream, I'm afraid. Once you close your eyes and open your eyes, you'll leave..."

Wei Ziqian's smile suddenly stopped at his mouth.

He reached out and hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, looked at her and said warmly, "Don't be afraid."

"This time I won't go anywhere, I'll stay at home to accompany you."

He placed his hand on her high raised belly, "and our children."

Xia Sichan: Oh, this New Year is boring. You can’t make a snowman, and your husband is not around...

Crown Prince Chen Rui: It was frustrating. It was his turn to worship his ancestors himself on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but he fell down and delayed the plan to ask his father to abdicate.
Chapter completed!