Back in the palace, the relationship between the two was as sweet as all lovers in the world. They ate and lived together every day. All barriers seemed to disappear between the two. Yan Xiaoyu was loved like never before.
The emperor even completely left her in Jingxiao Palace for her sake. Every day when he went to court, she was still sleeping. When he went to court to correct the memorials, she would sleep in his arms while he finished correcting the memorials and handled political affairs.
, the two hugged each other and slept together.
She lives her life unconsciously. In addition to eating and sleeping, even if she plays sports with him in bed, he seems to be like an insatiable boy. He always pesters her to have fun every day, which makes Yan Xiaoyu sleep in bed for several days in a row.
Can't even go down.
His injuries gradually improved under the care of the imperial doctor. He just took medicine from time to time. Yan Xiaoyu also took medicine frequently. He was the one who forced her to take it. Every day, a different imperial doctor took her pulse and prescribed nourishing medicine.
Yan Xiaoyu looked at herself in the bronze mirror who had gained weight, and was very puzzled. Her body was as good as a cow. Why did he always say that she was weak and needed nourishment? Could it be that she always fainted in bed?
Performance?
But aren't women generally weaker than men? Yan Xiaoyu pulls her round face and puffs out her mouth. If she continues to be raised like this, she will really turn into a pig.
Xiao Ninglan hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Are you going to drink today?"
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, "That medicine is so bitter, can I stop drinking it in the future?"
Xiao Ninglan pulled her small cheek. After so many days, her complexion was finally much better. She used to be so thin when she was held in his arms. He stroked her rosy little face with his thumb, shook his head and said, "No.
, you have to keep drinking!”
"You were the one who was injured, not me, why do you want me to keep taking medicine?" Yan Xiaoyu pestered him to ask clearly, but Xiao Ninglan had already walked away, sitting on the carpet on the ground and reading the memorial.
Yan Xiaoyu walked by with her mouth puffed out, and naturally fell into his arms. She raised her head and could see his strong and handsome chin, as well as his delicate but well-textured skin. She stretched out her hand to touch his Adam's apple and said coquettishly, "Say
Well? Why do you want me to take medicine all the time? I hate taking medicine!"
Xiao Ninglan took the little hand on her Adam's apple and looked down at Yan Xiaoyu in her arms, "Let the imperial doctor help you take care of your body. When you take good care of yourself, help me give birth to a little prince!"
Yan Xiaoyu's face turned red, thinking of their first aborted child. The current situation was just as tense. She lived in his Jingxiao Palace every day, and he had never checked the names of other concubines. He really thought about it.
Regardless of the situation, do you want to have their child?
"What should I do, Queen?" Yan Xiaoyu snuggled tightly into his arms with a smile in her clear eyes.
"What should I do?" Xiao Ninglan opened the memorial and wrote on it with a red pen.
"You're pretending to be stupid again..." Yan Xiaoyu stretched out her hand and patted Xiao Ninglan's handsome cheek, speaking in a longer voice.
"Stop making trouble!" Xiao Ninglan once again pulled away the hand on her cheek and rolled her eyes at the woman in her arms.
"Xiao Ninglan, you haven't said you love me in many days..." Yan Xiaoyu sat up, put her hands around Xiao Ninglan's nose, and kept acting coquettishly.
"How can you say that kind of thing every day?" Xiao Ninglan glanced at Yan Xiaoyu feebly, put down the ink pen and carried her to the bed. If she continued to tease him, he wouldn't expect to finish all these memorials today.
"No, I want you to say it now." Yan Xiaoyu has been placed on the bed, and her hands are still holding Xiao Ninglan's neck tightly, refusing to let go.
"You go to sleep first, and I will come over and tell you after I finish draping the quilt!" Xiao Ninglan pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips and gently tapped her nose.
Yan Xiaoyu let go of her hand, turned over and yawned, "Go away, change your words, I'll take a nap!"
Xiao Ninglan got up to correct the memorial, and Yan Xiaoyu soon fell into a deep sleep.
He held the ink pen and looked at the memorial in front of him in a daze. Many of the memorials submitted by his close ministers had tactfully expressed his dissatisfaction with the concubines in the harem who only favored Concubine Yan. However, he understood that Yan Xiaoyu, if he dared to go to other concubines,
I guess her jealousy is going to be overturned again.
It's just not an option to continue like this. Now he can use his injuries as an excuse, but what about the future?
He had to make it clear to her that he could not continue like this in the future, and he was afraid that his doting on her had already caused dissatisfaction among the concubines in the harem. Yan Xiaoyu was now on the cusp of the storm, but this silly girl was in a daze and didn't know anything.
clear.
When Yan Xiaoyu woke up, there was some saliva at the corner of her mouth, and the bright yellow dragon embroidered pillow was also a little wet. She turned over and woke up, and saw Xiao Ninglan with her body pillowed on her arm and her eyes open.
Smiling, she nestled into his arms, and Yan Xiaoyu put her hands on his neck, "Have you finished correcting your memorial?"
"Yes." Xiao Ninglan calmly pulled her shoulders and let her lie on him.
Yan Xiaoyu was like a cat, squirming lightly in his arms. Xiao Ninglan's calm voice sounded in her ears, "Yu'er, I want to discuss something with you."
"What's the matter?" Yan Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes lazily, half asleep and half awake.
"I have to look at Concubine Lan's brand tonight. The Minister of the Ministry of War has begun to waver. At this time, I have to make him work for me with peace of mind!" Xiao Ninglan stroked her black hair, but her eyes kept looking at the carved beams on the roof.
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Yan Xiaoyu suddenly woke up, sat up and stared at him, "No, haven't you already grounded Concubine Lan? She has done so many bad things..."
Xiao Ninglan sighed and sat up, "So now, I want to overturn her case and clear her name. I can't let the Minister of War change her side for the time being!"
"I don't agree!" Yan Xiaoyu frowned and looked at Xiao Ninglan aggrievedly.
She is a modern woman, and the idea of monogamy has long been ingrained in her heart. Being able to return to the palace with him to be his little wife is already her biggest concession. How can he ask her to compromise to such an extent?
"Xiaoyu——" Xiao Ninglan stretched out her voice helplessly, "I pamper you alone every day, and you are in more danger!"
"No, anyway, if you dare to read other women's brands, you will never touch me again!" Yan Xiaoyu shouted angrily.