Chapter 150: Small extra

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"sister..."
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"Princess, slow down, prince, slow down."
"The slave and maid can't catch up."
"You slow down."
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In the palace, I often see a little girl in delicate clothes running in front, and another little carrot head chasing behind her.
Behind, another little turnip with exactly the same head walked behind him, frowning at the two in front of him.
"Fly, fly."
"fly!"
The little girl was still holding a small kite in her hand. She couldn't fly like her father flew a kite no matter how she ran. Her small face was angrily.
Turning his head to the side, looking at the look of his brother's expectation, the other party opened his hand and jumped up, and he thought, "Fly!"
Not long after he learned to run, he jumped up and sat on the ground.
Everyone: "..."
The little carrot head that came slowly, with a face exactly like him, blinked, squatted down, grabbed him by the collar, and grabbed him.
"GuoGuo." He opened his hands, ran over and hugged the other one. The one being hugged was unnatural, but let him toss.
"Bad." Princess Mingxi looked at the kite that fell on the ground, stepped on (肉rou) (肉rou)'s fat legs, her cheeks bulged, and concluded, "It must be bad and rotten."
The mother said that you can't use or eat anything that is rotten.
"Is the smell smelly?" The little radish holding the person's head stared at the big cute eyes, walked over the short legs, and squatted down to smell it.
The broken thing is stinky.
"Second prince, the kite will not smell bad." Qinghe explained with a smile.
Although the two princes look the same, they have completely different temperaments. The eldest prince is very patient at a young age, but the second prince and the eldest princess are more troublesome than the other.
Especially the second prince, who had a foolish head and a foolish head, of course, they didn't dare to say that, they could only be called pleasant.
"You don't know, I smell it." Little carrot head tested his head, annoyed, pouting his mouth stubbornly (strong qiang) and then squatted down.
"It smells." The princess held her little nose.
She is only three and a half years old this year. She may have followed Song Wan’s (sexual xing) son when she was a child, but the other party is just a little bit arrogant (sexual xing). Go on horseback and archery.
Song Wan felt wrong, but Ji Huai spoiled him again.
"Smelly..." The little turnip head leaning over the (fart pi) thighs bent over and leaned closer, with a little excitement in his eyes.
"Second prince." Qinghe was helpless and wanted to step forward to hug him.
Suddenly, Father Yuanhai's sharp voice came, "Here is the emperor!"
Little Turnip's head was taken aback, and he couldn't stand firmly for a while. He planted forward, and Xiao Short's hand fluttered a few times. The surrounding eunuchs were shocked (color) and quickly stepped forward to catch it.
Did not catch, watched him fall to the ground.
"Um...wow..." he also yelled.
Qing He hurried to hug him, and the others knelt on the ground, "The emperor forgive the sin, the emperor forgive me."
Song Wan just rushed over. Qiuhe behind her was carrying the cakes. From a distance, she saw her son fall, and his pace quickened.
The fallen carrot head was not allowed to be hugged by Qinghe, and the little hand pushed him away, looking stubborn (strong qiang) to get up by himself.
Ji Huai waved his hand and let them all step aside.
As a father, you have to educate yourself when you get the chance. Even if the opponent is only one and a half years old, as a royal child, you have to be sensible when you urinate and you have to learn.
If you fall, you have to get up, and you have to fight for what you want.
Little Turnip got up and sat on the ground, and the queen came over. Everyone was standing, he was sitting on the lawn.
He raised his head and looked at Emperor Father again, blinked, suddenly opened his mouth and smiled, (exposed) his little (Ru) teeth, "Hehe, hehe..."
Song Wan: "..."
Ji Huai: "..."
Where did the messy bag come from? It seems not very smart.
"Dirty." The princess walked over, helped him up, looked at the mud on his face, reached out to wipe it, and the little carrot head wanted to come by himself.
As a result, all his hands were muddy, making his face muddled.
Another little radish looked at him as he looked at him, his little brow wrung up again, his younger brother was too stupid, he remembered what his father said, and walked over to help him wipe it.
Next, Ji Huai set up the kite, and Song Wan brought out the prepared cakes for them to eat.
The whole family is happy.
There are no more concubines in the palace, and there are fewer awkward things. Song Wan spends more time with his children and Ji Huai.
When Ji Huai took her daughter on horseback and archery, she also took her.
The daughter can't learn yet, she is pestered.
On horseback, she sat in front of him, and he taught her how to aim at the target and how to gesture...
Song Wan's slender hands are in sharp contrast with his slightly tanned hands. It is strange to say that she was not so squeamish before giving birth. After the baby was born, her mood fluctuated, and she would cry for small things. This problem has not been corrected.
He has always followed her, and he can do whatever he wants, and he will give her everything that is delicious and easy to use, making her more and more intolerable.
"Aim." Ji Huai said, circled her from behind and fiddled with her hand, "hand."
"hand!"
"wrong!"
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When he pulled down his face, his tone was also a little serious, and his aura was about to open again.
Song Wan has never drawn a bow to shoot an arrow, and has no strength. The sun is so big today that his face (color) is flushed from the sun, and he has not learned the basic posture.
"The target is there! If you don't take it seriously, I will punish you." Ji Huai became used to talking to the minister, and threatened immediately.
As soon as the voice fell, he naturally put down his bow and arrow in front of him and turned around.
"Why? Still annoyed..." He didn't finish his words, and someone kissed him on the cheek. Her beautiful eyes looked at him, "My husband is more patient. I was pregnant for three years, and my concubine gave birth to three."
The weather was dry and hot, and her words were like a cool breeze, blowing him comfortably, Ji Huai smiled instantly, his sword eyebrows bend, and his words were warm, "You're serious, Mingxi is waiting (sleeping Shui)."
Song Wan looked over, her daughter was already on Qinghe's back (sleeping in Shui), she raised her head slightly, quite reasonable, "The concubine is serious enough, and the emperor means to dislike the concubine."
"No." Ji Huai picked up the bow again, shot an arrow casually, hit the bullseye, and started teaching her again.
After teaching for an afternoon, Song Wan became impatient. His face (color) was the same. When he went back, he took her hand and exhorted, "I am tired today. Go back and take a good bath and rest early. "
"Isn't the emperor coming?" she asked, and then added, "If the emperor is busy in the royal study room, he will go to accompany the emperor. I don't want to wait for the emperor alone in the empty room."
Ji Huai smiled helplessly, "Then you come."
In Song Wan's plan, she was responsible for cultivating the eldest princess, virtuous and virtuous, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the two sons were matters of the emperor, and she could not teach.
In the end, she didn't expect that the older the princess grew up, she would become more and more interested in the items that men learned. She was proficient in horse riding, archery, and sword dancing.
Actually, she often wore a bunch of hair and changed into men's clothing to go out to play in the palace. Song Wan used to be bold when she was a child, and never did this.
Speaking of listening to Ji Huai, he laughed, ignored it, and finally only said that he would let the dark guard protect.
He has always ignored these, and the opinions of the civil and military officials are too lazy to listen, so he will not live here. If he lives here, she will not be the only one in the harem for many years. At the beginning, she gave birth to twins, and there were rumors that twins were ominous, suggesting that they were annihilated. Only one of the signs of the country can be kept, or the other can be sent to the palace.
She was frightened at the time, because there had been no twins before, and she was most afraid of being called right and wrong.
Ji Huai didn’t care about this. He ordered a thorough investigation and killed the rumor makers. He didn’t take it seriously. Above the court, there were ministers kneeling and threatening. He smiled coldly,
I don’t know if you want to destroy the country. Is it when I die?"
"Who said it is unknown? Is it possible that the previous emperor has verified it? Tell me."
Many people said that Ji Huai was much tougher than Emperor Xian. (Kill sha) Cut the fruit jue. That was for others. Song Wan knew that he would never allow others to hurt her and the child.
After Ji Huai reigned for thirty-nine years.
The princess, who has gathered thousands of favorites, has married her childhood cousin, Song Ziqi's son, Shili Hongzhuang, and the husband and wife are deeply affectionate.
The prince became a talent, full of economics, and talented. After he was crowned, he was sent to the people by Ji Huai to investigate people's conditions and understand the people's suffering. The second prince (sexual xing) was strange and sent to the frontier for tempering by Ji Huai.
Seems not serious, but in fact is a smiling tiger, not interested in government affairs, since childhood, I like to write a few sour poems to chase girls from time to time.
Ji Huai is getting older and older. After so many years, he has been busy with government affairs. This time, he never got sick again.
Song Wanyi couldn't help but wait, he was still in good spirits in the morning, and he had spoken a lot of things with her, from her entering the palace to the palace, many details still remembered.
Qinghe married a civil servant and waited by her side. After Ji Huai (Shui Shui) got down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Niang, the emperor is much better today."
Song Wan didn't say a word. He kept holding his hand absent-mindedly, not daring to use force. The corners of his mouth were still trembling, his throat seemed to be blocked with cotton, and he couldn't utter a word.
Qinghe did not dare to speak, and was very puzzled.
Late that night.
The emperor died, and Qinghe, who had brought the medicine, saw the emperor's eyes slowly closed and his hands dropped.
The medicine she was holding fell on the ground, and everyone knelt and cried.
Only her mother was sitting in front of the bed, holding his hand, motionless, looking blankly.
The light in his eyes also disappeared, and he took his hand again and placed it on his face.
"Mother Queen." The eldest princess choked and looked at her. She was a little scared while crying. In her impression, the mother was more crying than her, and there was no tear left, just looking at them, like a lost child. Some are wronged and confused.
She was too calm and made people panic. The new emperor asked her eldest sister to guard her every step of the way. The other party was already obedient, but shook her head when she saw that she was about to enter the coffin. ..."
"No."
She was still stopped, looking at the closed coffin, as if she had been pumped all the strength.
When the imperial doctors were waiting, she was normal, and even started eating and drinking, she was crying.
Eating well (sleeping Shui) is good, it seems that everything is going in a good direction, but they know it's not very exciting.
Especially the exquisite new emperor, except as a last resort, almost guarded Song Wan's side.
If the father is gone, he will take good care of the mother.
This is not right, and the funeral is over, Song Wan is going to guard the imperial tomb.
"No." The new emperor refused directly. "Don't mess around with the queen. The conditions of the imperial mausoleum are difficult. You are in the palace. I will ask the eldest sister to accompany you often, and the emperor will come back to accompany you."
"The queen didn't come to ask for Zhan'er's approval." Song Wan said slowly, not in a hurry, just notice.
"Mother Queen." He had a terrible headache, "You just stay in the palace, except for this, the other ministers..."
"This is not my home." She looked at him and said with certainty, "Your father must have said that you want you to follow me, "I want to stay where your father is. "
Hearing this, he could not refute.
The emperor did say that, following his mother a little bit, if not too much, just follow her, give way.
But isn't this too much?
Song Wan refused to listen to anyone's obstruction, and insisted on leaving the palace. The close handmaid took Qiuhe and set off to the imperial tomb.
Not far from the palace, she looked at the red wall and yellow tiled city wall with no nostalgia at the bottom of her eyes. She looked down at the spiritual card in her arms, and her eyes flashed again. She lightly (touched Mo) with her hand (touched Mo), whispering , "The concubine doesn't believe that the emperor is gone, you can't bear me."
She pursed her lips as she said, (showing) fine lines around her eyes.
Ji Huai's soul floated around her. This time, his dead soul was not immediately scattered, his memory was not removed, and he did not return to the system.
Sitting next to her, his eyes were already indulgent and looked at her, reaching out to lift the falling hair behind her ears.
Song Wan seemed to be able to feel the same, looking up in his direction and looking at him. ,,51..net,...: