Chapter 947: Marrying her is just a stopgap

Nan Baoyi cried for a while holding Jiang Suihan, the initial worry and timidity disappeared, only the hope and joy for a new life remained.
Jiang Suihan handed her a handkerchief and said, "I will personally help you formulate the recipe. In short, I will leave it to me."
Nan Baoyi wiped away tears.
The black and white pupil beads are like washing with water, more clear and clear, full of fine light.
She bent her eyes, her cheeks were flushed with peach blossoms, and she placed her hands on her belly subconsciously: "Brother Jiang, do you know how it feels to be pregnant with a baby?"
Jiang Suihan was silent.
He is a big man, if he can realize what it feels like to be pregnant, he will be the first person in all ages.
Nan Baoyi lowered her head and looked at her flat abdomen: "It's like carrying a unique pearl in the world... Although this pearl of mine cannot be seen by others, I am still very happy!"
There is light in her eyes.
Jiang Suihan was infected by her emotions and smiled: "Then choose a name first?"
"Name? I don't know if it's a man or a woman. What's more..." The girl has a gentle eyebrow, "I want my second brother to participate in such a big event, he will definitely be more happy than me!"
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Royal palace.
Zhaoyang Palace.
Xiao Yi stood under the corridor with his hands under his shoulder, watching the autumn scenery.
His eyelids jumped suddenly.
Somehow, at this moment, his mind moved slightly, as if something happy had happened.
The originally bleak autumn scenery suddenly sprouted infinite vitality in his eyes.
His eyes fell on Ah Qian.
Maybe it's because of the influence of the little guy that this kind of emotion arises?
It's rare for the little guy to go out of the study to play, holding the small windmill made by the maid for him, running around in the garden with the wind blowing, and seeing the falling persimmons on the ground, he couldn't help picking it up and hurriedly ran to him in front of.
The little guy raised his head and held up the persimmon as if offering a treasure, and said with a milky voice: "Father, look, A weak picked up a persimmon!"
Xiao Yi took it.
The persimmons are round and bulging with golden color.
Put it under the tip of your nose and smell it lightly, it's the taste of this autumn.
"Father, mother said, there are persimmons on the tree, and autumn is here." A weak shook his head and said, "'Bai Shang Su Festival, the month is to give clothes.' Father, let's ask the palace people to prepare cold clothes!"
The little guy gave a stern look when he spoke, and he knew what to quote from the book.
Xiao Yi touched his little head and took his little hand into the palace garden: "Have you reviewed all the books you learned yesterday?"
"I have studied it." A weak and well-behaved, "Father, I miss A-niang so much. Let's pick some persimmons together and make a persimmon cake to send to A-niang. Ask her to try something.
Xiao Yi bends his thin lips.
When the little guy mentioned the persimmon cakes, it reminded him of those persimmon cakes that Nan Jiaojiao made for him when he was in Jinguan City.
The persimmon meat is sweet and the icing is white.
The spring, summer, autumn and winter of Chaowenyuan seem to be in sight.
With longing hidden in Feng's eyes, he said softly.
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Nan Baoyi was studying in Shangyang Palace when she received the persimmon cakes sent by the father and son.
She is still the nominal four princes and concubines. Except for making trips to the south house every three times, she stays in Xiao Sui's palace the rest of the time.
Aftertaste smiled and presented the carved wooden box: "The master asked someone to send it. He said it was made with the little boy. Do you like it or not."
Nan Baoyi opened the lid expectantly.
There are six neatly packed persimmons, golden and round, covered with a thin layer of icing, as if hiding the whole autumn in this wooden box.
The scent of icing sugar and persimmon gradually diffused in the sleeping hall, which was especially refreshing.
"Persimmons!"
Nan Baoyi couldn't help laughing.
She picked up one and took a small bite. The persimmon meat was sweet and sweet, melting between the teeth and cheeks, and the whole figure seemed to be in the mountains and forests, even breathing became even.
Thinking that these persimmons were made by the father and son, she smiled deeper.
She put down the persimmons and said, "Take out the pieces of fabric I brought from home and send them to Zhaoyang Palace, just as a return."
The aftertaste greeted the maidservant, and soon moved out the brocade materials.
The black satin horse is woven with golden crane feather patterns. Nan Baoyi thinks it is very suitable for cutting the autumn cloak. The white silk robe with snow pattern must be very suitable for the second brother.
The Shu brocade with cinnabar red jacquard pattern is suitable for making clothes for Ah weak. The little guy is born with powder and jade, so he should wear bright highlights.
When Aftertaste took the palace maid to deliver the clothes, Nan Baoyi spread the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case.
She picked up a pen and dipped the ink, and dropped three small letters of "He Li Shu" on the paper.
Marrying Xiao Sui was the means by which Empress Shen separated her from her second brother.
Now, she has a second brother's child.
She wants to be free, even if this freedom, she can't speak to anyone.
After finishing writing and leaving the book, she went straight to Xiao Sui's bedroom.
The sleeping hall was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and a few of the maids who were waiting on saw her coming and hurriedly blessed themselves.
Nan Baoyi screened them back and stepped into the inner hall alone.
The inner hall was messy, bookshelves were placed all around, the floor, bookcases, windowsills, and ancient books opened everywhere.
An eighteen or nine-year-old boy, wearing a white uniform, with a bamboo hosta holding a loose hair bun, sitting crookedly on the carpet with one hand, staring at the curling incense burner, wondering what he was thinking.
There is a row of copper coins on the short case, which seems to be godly and Taoist, and fights with her brother's poinsettia.
Nan Baoyi sat across from the low case: "His Royal Highness?"
Xiao Sui recovered.
He said lightly: "Why?"
Nan Baoyi put He Lishu in front of him: "I hope you will sign this thing. We have to go on acting on Queen Shen's side, but in fact, I want you to have nothing to do with me."
Xiao Sui had no interest in her, and marrying her was just a stopgap measure.
He picked up the pen, signed and drew on the two copies of the book without hesitation.
He handed a copy to Nan Baoyi: "What happened to the queen mother?"
Nan Baoyi collected and left the book: "The empress Niangniang has been selecting female officials. In the past, female officials were not allowed to go to court to discuss matters. Even if it was me, I could only stay behind the curtain and listen to politics with the empress. Go to the Jinluang Temple together and enjoy the same power as other officials."
Xiao Sui: "Haozhong, right?"
Nan Baoyi nodded: "This will be officially carried out tomorrow, and the court tomorrow will be very lively."
The sleeping hall fell into silence.
After a while, Nan Baoyi said sincerely: "In fact, there are many female officials who are both talented and knowledgeable. I think it is not a bad thing for women to be officials. Even if Queen Shen falls in the future, I still hope that women can continue to study and become officials. Instead of being stuck in the backyard."
Xiao Sui twisted the ebony Buddha beads: "That's the future, this king only cares about the present. The army in the southwest has already begun to dispatch. Before the new year, this king wants to see a brand new Chang'an."