The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 568 Willing Edict (2)
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is serious. It is the honor of the old minister to share the worries of the king." Zuo Xiang said tremblingly.

Baili Yu withdrew his hand, looked at Prime Minister Zuo with bottomless innocent eyes, and said with a smile: "I don't want to leave the important task of repairing the imperial mausoleum to others. I heard that the princes under Prime Minister Zuo's knees are all young talents. Jun, the late eldest son was even more secretive, daring to do what others dared not to do. Nowadays, private merchants are still grateful for his remonstrance, but it is a pity that he is no longer alive. Therefore, I would like to invite the second son of Zuo Xiang's family Young Master Three Young Masters are in charge of repairing the imperial mausoleum, only with the help of the two Young Masters can this palace feel at ease.

"..." Prime Minister Zuo had already lost his voice, it was wrong to answer the words, and it was even worse not to answer the words.

"Master Zuo Xiang, is it possible that this palace can't invite the two sons of the family?" Baili Yu smiled lightly.

The left minister hurriedly knelt down again: "No, I dare not, the old minister thanked His Highness the Prince for his love on behalf of the second dog."

"Since Prime Minister Zuo has agreed, I feel relieved." Baili Yu no longer looked at Prime Minister Zuo's face and his reaction, turned his head to the silent Situ He and said: "General Situ, it is very scary to build the imperial mausoleum in ancient times." Fearing that the fugitives will be exhausted, I also asked General Situ to assign lieutenant soldiers to be supervisors, and if anyone dares to disobey the emperor's order for selfishness and slacking off, he will be killed."

The last four words came out lightly, as casually as if discussing an article in a book, but Bailiyu is the crown prince, his words are equivalent to imperial edicts, and no one dares to disobey them.

In the trembling despair of Zuo Xiang, Situ He knelt down on one knee, and replied, "Yes."

With Dongxing's current situation, it is no longer able to fight against the rebels in the Northern Commandery. In addition, Emperor Jingyuan is lingering in bed, and there is a lot of instability in the court. Therefore, Dongxing stopped the war with the Northern Jin Dynasty, fully recuperated, and gradually handed over the important tasks of the country to Prince Baili Yu. .

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, there is no snow falling in the prosperous capital of Dongxing. The craftsmen repairing the imperial tomb are busy in the cold wind, and the soldiers with knives are patrolling in shifts.

Mo Xun and Mo Jue of Zuo Xiangfu were shivering from the cold, but they were not allowed to leave half a step without permission. A hand that could cover the sky was tightening, ready to crush them to death without any effort.

It has been snowing heavily in Chang'an City of West Qin for a day and a night. Inside Qin Gong Qingxin Hall, Bai Lijing is holding her child and watching the snow outside the window.

The pure white and innocent baby has experienced the first time in his life since he was born. For example, now, he sees the white world for the first time, sees the snowflakes in disorder for the first time, and opens his round eyes for the first time. Mother laughs.

Bai Lijing also laughed along with him, her eyes were full of pity, the child who took the first mouthful was not milk but medicine, and the child who was brought back from the edge of life and death several times, was barely kept by the "Phantom Butterfly" of the North County Medicine King. The child of life, he laughed for the first time in his mother's arms.

Bai Lijing lowered her head and kissed his forehead and cheek. The fragrance of the milk was mixed with the fragrance of medicine. She shook him slowly and talked to him: "Qing'er, do you like Xue? Are you happy to see Xue, or happy to see Mother?" ah?"

Jun Qing looked at her mother without blinking, laughed amidst her kisses and noises, and suddenly turned her head to look behind Bailijing.

"It's not long after confinement, don't worry about holding the baby, and be careful about your own body."

A cloak fell on Bailijing's shoulders, and the footsteps of the approaching people were heavy, as if they were afraid of disturbing her, and the voice was empty and far away, a little vain.

Bai Lijing turned sideways subconsciously, avoided the man's touch, kept a close distance from him, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Qing'er will laugh now, he seems to know me, he has been staring at me .”

After a step away, Jun Zhi's eyes turned from her to the child. At first the child just looked at him, his brows were deeply furrowed, his serious expression seemed to have not dissipated from the torment he had suffered these days, and he cried so pitifully that it was heartbreaking.

But the child stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched his brows and smiled, he smiled, on the snowy day of the twelfth lunar month, the Qingxin Hall seemed to be filled with warm sunshine.

How can there be such a little thing in the world, who has touched the hearts of his parents since he was born, his every frown and smile makes people worry about him, and his father, who has never suffered the pain of giving birth, actually stares at him in a daze.

"Qing'er also knows His Majesty, Qing'er, who is that?" Baili Jing laughed, still shaking her arms to tease the child.

How can you not recognize it?Their father and son have exactly the same eyebrows and eyes, blood relationship is something that people have to admit.

Jun Zhi didn't go forward to hold the child, since the day when the child was rescued by Huan Die, he never hugged the child again.

His wife has exposed his lies. She understands that he and she are inseparable from the child's accident. He is the instigator, and he is a vicious father.There are many eyeliners, she knows that he is full of poison, that he is ruthless, and can even plot against children, so she won't let him touch children anymore.

Whether the child is crying or fussing, whether she is sick or not, he can only watch from the sidelines, watching the child struggle and cry pitifully. He is a father in vain.

(End of this chapter)