The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 569 New Year's Eve
After the great changes on the day of the grand ceremony after the independence, everything seemed to be calm in Chang'an City or the Qin Palace. The Bai family was punished, the queen gave birth, and the prince was established as the crown prince.

After the Daqin Sheji was established, it was not affected by the war. The New Year is approaching, and the people are all looking forward to celebrating the New Year. Even if the city is closed by heavy snow, it is a blessing to be safe and happy.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, the last Taimiao sacrifice ceremony of the year is over, and the emperor, accompanied by Bo Yan, goes to Qingxin Hall.

The Qin Palace was covered with snow, and Bo Yan, who was dressed in azure-colored robes, said something. In the long corridor, the emperor in black dragon robes paused, and after a long silence, he asked, "Really?"

The voice that came out was hoarse, and there was a hint of instability in her internal strength.

Although Bo Yan's demeanor is still as gentle as fine celadon, but the black eyes that used to be quiet are stained with frost and snow, and there is no warmth inside: "Yes."

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak anymore, Bo Yan also fell silent, and said for a long while: "The genius doctor said that it can't be delayed, it should be New Year's Eve at the latest."

The figure shrouded in the black dragon robe still stood upright like a mountain, and without answering Bo Yan's words, he walked towards Qingxin Hall step by step.

Gui Jiu heard it all from the side. The emperor and the prime minister fell into an inextricable predicament, and they both had a clue in the hands of others. This other person did not necessarily have a name or surname, and they were sentenced to life imprisonment with the word "God's will".

After going up the steps of Qingxin Hall, Gui Jiu said to Bo Yan: "Master Xiang, please wait here, the kitten will come out later."

Bo Yan stood with his hands behind his back, nodded lightly: "OK."

Junzhi entered the Qingxin Hall, and heard Fanhua's chirping laughter from the warm pavilion: "Madam, Xiao Junqing's new clothes are beautiful, and Xiu Niang's hands are really skillful. These clothes can't be worn out from childhood to adulthood."

"My new clothes look good too. I really like this one, but it's too hot, and I don't need to wear so many when it's snowing."

"Ma'am, Xiaojun is smiling, he really looks like a great beauty."

Jun Qing's health is not good, fearing that he will lose his fate, several people who are usually close to him call him by his first name, and there is nothing wrong with Fanhua calling him that.

Jun Zhi stood outside the Nuan Pavilion for a while, but he didn't hear his wife speak. It wasn't until he stepped heavily and entered the bedroom that his wife greeted him with the child in her arms.

She and the child were wearing brand-new clothes, exquisitely embroidered, and unique in style. With the joy of the New Year, she smiled at him: "Your Majesty, the ceremony is over? The Shangyi Bureau has sent new clothes. Will Your Majesty change into them?"

Although his wife and child were only a step away from him, if it was an ordinary person, he would have already taken the child, hugged him, and made out with his wife and child, but he just looked down at them and did not dare to move.

With a smile on his face, he was obedient: "Okay, come and change my clothes."

His wife and children have already put on new clothes, and he should also accompany him. No matter how heavy the wind and snow is, no matter what kind of quarrel there is, he will remain unmoved.

The palace people stepped forward to change the outer robe for Jun Zhi, but it was still a black dragon robe, reflecting his majesty and intimacy.

All three members of the family changed into new clothes, Fanhua suddenly saw the fun, and said with a smile: "Beauty, Madam, I will wear new clothes to show my brother, everyone has new clothes for the New Year."

She is still noisy, but today's noisy is obviously much more sensible, she only recognizes one elder brother, Shi Fanyin, and never mentions going back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Not long after, I heard a scream from Fanhua outside the hall: "Oh, old Bobo, you attacked me! What does it have to do with me if you have good wine and good food at home? I won't go back, ah, don't drag me, ma'am , the old Bobo snatches people, uh..."

There were many patterns of screams, and they quickly returned to calm.

The emperor and the empress were not at odds, as if they had never heard of it.

The palace people retreated outside the palace, Jun Qing bit his fingers in Baili Jing's arms, staring at Jun Zhi with big eyes, the most familiar face, but so unfamiliar that he had never hugged him before.

He stared at Junzhi without blinking, and made a sound because of sucking his fingers, the sound was amazing, he continued to suck, amused himself, as if he was showing it to his parents.

"Did Qing'er make trouble today? Are you still good?" Jun Zhi smiled, his eyes were full of the warmth of a father, but his hands and feet were all stiff, and he was unusually lively from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.

Bailijing suddenly smiled, stepped forward, put the child into Jun Zhi's arms, and said softly, "Come on, Qing'er, let Father hold you."

Jun Zhi instinctively withdrew his hand, and although his footsteps did not retreat, he froze. How could he forget his wife's hysterical questioning when she was in despair? Can you hold a baby?
Jun Qing, who was two months old, was sent to his father's arms. He was so close that his hands had already been opened, and the fingers that were just taken out of his mouth were covered with saliva. .

"Your Majesty, please give me a hug, he always wants you to hug me." Baili Jing's body was also close, and Jun Zhi could wrap his arms around their mother and child.

As if feeling something in his heart, Jun Zhi took the child, and the two faces printed one by one looked at each other. Jun Qing opened his big eyes, stretched out his small hand to pick his father's nostrils, and grinned grinningly.He didn't have any teeth yet, and he smiled, revealing his pink tongue.

The Ninth Five-Year Lord allowed a child to play with him at will, and Jun Zhi didn't realize that there was nothing wrong with it. The child was a little bigger than when he was born, and a little heavier than when he first held him, but he was still pitifully small, and his body was soft and soft when he touched it. It broke.

"Qing'er, is it cold? Father's nose is funny?"

As soon as he spoke, Jun Qing laughed, and when he smiled, Jun Qing smiled even more openly, and stretched out his hand to scratch his mouth again, pinching his father's beautiful lips into strange shapes.

It has been 26 years since Jun Zhi was born, only his son dared to play with him like this, and he has no complaints or regrets.

The father and son were having fun, Junzhi raised his head, and saw his wife standing aside smiling and looking at them, he didn't know if she was looking at him or at her son, she changed a lot after becoming a mother, she no longer had the girlish thoughts and calmness of the past ,discreet.

Junzhi felt a sudden pain in his heart. Even though he held the child for less than a stick of incense, he still handed the child back to his wife. He couldn't forget himself until he was forgiven.

"Jing'er, Qing'er wants you." He smiled, lowered his body, and wanted to send the child back to Baili Jing's arms, but Jun Qing, who had just laughed happily, grabbed his dragon robe and did not let go. Cried, a pair of big black eyes were full of tears, terribly wronged.

"Qing'er be good, don't cry, father hugs you, father loves you." Baili Jing didn't pick up the child, and patted Jun Qing's back against Jun Zhi's body, coaxing softly.

His wife is very close to him today, and she is not afraid to let the child be intimate with him. Instead, Jun Zhi frowned slightly. Since the childbirth, she was rarely in his arms. Now, the three of them are so close to each other through the child .

After Jun Zhi patted his son on the back and his parents coaxed him together, Jun Qing stopped crying and looked at Jun Zhi with crystal clear tears.The newborn child is spotless, but has more wounds than ordinary children, and the dense needle holes left by acupuncture are heartbreaking to watch.

Probably because his father's embrace was stronger than that of his mother's, or because of the natural closeness of blood, Jun Qing fell asleep in Jun Zhi's arms after arguing for a while, still biting his thumb.

Jun Zhi looked down at the child, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his bent arms shook carefully, how fragile his flesh and bones were.

He used to be an incompetent husband, but now he is a clumsy father. He has been king for ten years and has no regrets in state affairs, but has many shortcomings in family affairs. He needs to learn everything slowly.

Bai Lijing stood beside Junzhi and the child, with one hand on his arm, and the child was asleep in his arms.

She looked at Jun Zhi, there was tenderness in her eyes, and there was something unclear about it, she said softly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, except for the evil spirits, Qing'er will be safe, cough cough..."

"Jing'er, have you taken today's medicine?" Jun Zhi felt his heart twitch when he heard her cough, and his brows furrowed.

She was the one who cried the most for the child. Because she was worried about the child, the root cause of the disease fell in the confinement period, and she coughed badly when it was cold.

"I've taken the medicine. It's fine. It's time for Qing'er to go to bed. When the genius doctor comes over tomorrow morning, he should make trouble again." Bailijing smiled, took the child from Jun Zhi's arms, called the wet nurse, and hugged Jun Qing go to bed.

Bai Lijing saw Jun Qing fell asleep with her own eyes, tucked in the quilt, and then walked away step by step.

On weekdays, Bailijing would sleep with her son at this moment, and she would not be at ease even if she had a nanny at night, so she had to take care of her in person, and had to suffer several times before the root cause of the disease fell.The flesh and blood of her heart, in this treacherous deep palace, is always afraid that he will make a mistake, and she will not be able to bear any mistake.

"Your Majesty has been busy offering sacrifices to the ancestors in the Taimiao these days, are you exhausted?" Bai Lijing stepped forward to untie the new clothes for Jun Zhi, and said with a smile: "The regular clothes of the Shangyi Bureau have added some Jiangnan styles this time. , Your Majesty, have you seen it?"

Jun Zhi looked down at his wife, she talked more today than usual, when she took off his dragon robe, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed her into his arms, his arms and breath were familiar, but ninety-five Zun's aura was weaker than before.

After embracing for a while, Jun Zhi didn't say a word, as if he didn't intend to let go.

Bai Lijing was hugged so tightly that she could hardly breathe. She leaned on his shoulder and smiled, laughing at what she had done to force the Great Emperor Xiqin. The legendary person who lived in her girlhood is now covered all over weakness.

"Jing'er, I know that I am not qualified to be a father, I know that you hate me, I know that if you had to choose between Qing'er and me, you would definitely choose Qing'er, but..." Jun Zhi suddenly said slowly, The embrace also gradually loosened, he didn't dare to look at his wife, these words were already humble to the bone.

"Don't say any more..." In the middle of the sentence, without even making the slightest gesture, Bai Lijing held his face and kissed it, blocking his words with his most familiar lips.

Kiss and retreat, within a few steps, the emperor has been pressed on the dragon couch.

Since she was pregnant, the husband and wife have not been intimate for many days. Bailijing's crippled left hand has been recuperated by Beijun Medicine King, and most of her internal strength has recovered, easily trapping Jun Zhi who has no resistance. Regardless of the Canglong, no matter how beautiful the world and the sky are, she will always be trapped by her.

(End of this chapter)