idle mistress

Chapter 134

In this Mausoleum Mansion, no, in the entire Da Cheng Dynasty, it is his right to sleep with whomever he wants to sleep in, and which woman he wants to pet, if his surname is Zhao.

Even as a wife, I have no right to intervene.

Xu Weiqiu swayed a bit, and Haitang at the side saw this, and hurried forward to support her: "Ma'am, are you alright?"

She shook her head, and ordered calmly, "Haitang, put these things away..."
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King Ling and several court officials discussed the political affairs in the office all morning. After the meeting, he thought of his wife, so he took time to visit Princess Ling's residence during lunch time.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his little wife sitting alone at the dining table, picking up the food in front of her with chopsticks.

He smiled and teased, "Ma'am, can you eat it now? You don't have to wait for your husband." While speaking, people have already moved closer.

Seeing this, Jin Nuo, the maid serving at the side, hurriedly tried to prepare bowls and chopsticks for him, but he waved his hand to stop him.

"What kind of soup are you drinking today?" Zhao Yan stood beside his wife, picked up a spoon from the table to scoop up a spoonful of soup, took a sip, tasted it, and said, "Is it chicken soup stewed with yam? "

Jin Nuo nodded with a smile on the side and replied, "Your Highness has a really good tongue, Madam didn't even drink this chicken soup."

Xu Weiqiu, who was sitting there, didn't make a sound, just put a few pieces of rice into his mouth,

Only then did Zhao Yan realize that the little girl hadn't said a word since he entered the room, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at her and said:
"Ma'am, why don't you speak?"

Xu Weiqiu's eyes were cold, and he stopped chewing... What do you want her to say, congratulate him on becoming a father again?Or congratulate him on holding two for a year?
She put down her chopsticks coldly.

Zhao Yan didn't notice her expression, so he took the chopsticks she put down, picked up a piece of beef from the food plate in front of him, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this beef is well done, Very tender."

When he was about to cut it again, the woman at the side stretched out her hand and unceremoniously moved the plate of beef in front of him to another place.

The chopsticks in his hand caught a loneliness...

"I haven't prepared His Highness's meal today, you should eat elsewhere." She finally spoke, but what she said was a bit merciless.

Jin Nuo, who was waiting on the sidelines, heard this obviously angry words, and his face changed with fright.

Zhao Yan was slightly stunned, then looked down at her, saw her expressionless face, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed her hair, and asked softly: "Why, who made my wife angry?"

Jin Nuo stood there anxiously, deeply afraid that his master would say inappropriate words in front of the prince again.

as predicted……

But seeing her master raised his head to avoid the prince's touch, and said with a stern face, "Don't mess with my hair."

Xiao Nizi was really angry.

Zhao Yan stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of beef and came to her. Just as he was about to coax her to open her mouth, an adjutant's voice came from outside: "Your Highness, Liu Shangshu is still waiting outside."

Seeing that his wife was unmoved by the meat he picked up, Zhao Yan sighed... It's really difficult for this little girl to play with her temper.

He knew that it would be difficult to coax him for a while; in desperation, Zhao Yan put the piece of beef into his mouth.

"Ma'am, I have to go to the barracks in the afternoon. You should have a good rest so you don't get tired."

Leaving these words softly, he turned and walked out.

Jin Nuo looked back at Xu Weiqiu, mustered up the courage to catch up quickly, and carefully said to Zhao Yan:

"Your Highness, Madam is in a bad mood today. She doesn't care about anyone. She didn't mean to target you. I hope you will take care of me. The imperial doctor also said that when a woman is pregnant, it is common for her to have ups and downs, and her temper can come and go quickly. quick……"

Zhao Yan stopped, looked back at her, and asked, "What's your name?"

Jin Nuo stood with her head down, and replied nervously: "Slave Jin Nuo."

Zhao Yan nodded: "It's done, I'm not angry, you go back and serve your master well."

While talking, he looked back again, and saw Xiao Nizi sitting there with her back to him, eating silently.

It seems that he is really angry with himself.

He raised the corner of his mouth helplessly, then shook his head, turned around and went out with the adjutant waiting outside...

On the way back from the barracks inspection, Zhao Yan, who was riding on a horse, recalled the face of the little girl at home, and thought about how to make her happy when he got home.

Why don't you go back and buy something to please her? Just thinking about it, I saw a small hand-made clay figurines on the side of the road.

Looking at the past, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Huang Zhong...

This aroused his interest, and he couldn't help pulling the rein, and the horse was pulled to a stop.

Zhao Yan jumped off the horse and walked over leading the horse.

The old man who set up the stall saw that he was wearing armor, followed by two attendants, and the black horse beside him was even more majestic. Knowing that this person must be of extraordinary status, he quickly nodded and bowed and said, "My lord, choose one."

Zhao Yan picked up a small clay figurine, which was Zhang Fei.

The Zhang Fei in this hand is only the size of a palm, wearing armor, holding a Zhangba Snake Spear, with frowning eyebrows and glaring eyes, which is so lifelike.

He turned around the bamboo stick under the doll and asked, "Old man, did you pinch this yourself?"

"Yes." The uncle nodded quickly.

"What material are these made of?"

The uncle cautiously replied: "In the words of your lord, this is a dough figurine. It is made of glutinous rice flour, paraffin wax, honey and colors to make dough with different colors."

Zhao Yan nodded, his wife is not interested in gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, but has a soft spot for these folk handicrafts.

Then he asked again: "How long will it take to make one now?"

The uncle even compared his fingers, and said: "A simple three-pillar incense is fine, and a more complicated one will not take more than half an hour. What kind of incense do you want?"

Zhao Yan looked around, pointed to a group of children playing not far away and said, "See that little girl with red flowers on her head? Just pinch one like that."

The old man who set up the stall nodded and said yes. He lowered his head and opened a drawer under the stall. There were dough modeling materials of various colors in it. He picked up a bamboo stick half an arm long, pressed a ball of brown dough on it and started Concentrate on pinching it.

Zhao Yan looked around, sat down with the guards at a nearby tea stand, and waited while drinking tea.

The uncle who set up the stall was very focused on kneading, and he had already offered the finished product with both hands before the pot of tea was finished.

Zhao Yan took a look at the bamboo stick in his hand, and was very satisfied with the finished product. He was very happy when he thought of the happy expression of the little girl at home after seeing this thing.

Then he ordered to the two guards beside him: "Reward!"

(End of this chapter)