Madam is right

Chapter 1109 297.
On June [-]th, the sky was bright and clear, as if the clear weather was also full of joy, and it was sunny early in the morning.

On this day, the whole capital city was full of joy, and red silk was hung everywhere.

Even in the early dynasty, the new emperor Zhao Jue announced the end of the dynasty.

Several nobles in the palace arrived at Prince Xian's mansion early in the morning to wait.

As for the general's mansion, although it was decorated with lights and festoons on the surface, but now Zhao Mo was standing in front of the old man, and the old man's face was really ugly.

Even so, Zhao Mo still had a happy face.

He had been looking forward to it for so long, and finally this day came.

Finally, the auspicious time came, and under the eyes of everyone, Mo Zhichu was carried into the sedan chair by Zhao Mo himself.

King Xian's mansion is full of guests, and the red makeup is ten miles away.

When Mo Zhichu got off the sedan chair, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the wind blew gently, but it knocked off her red hijab.

This is not a good sign.

The guests looked at the couple, but found that neither of them cared about this surprise. Zhao Mo was still very calm, and said to Mo Zhichu, "You are so beautiful today", and then covered her with a hijab.

Others don't know, but they tacitly understand the meaning of this gust of wind.

Zhao Mo said silently in his heart: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let her down."

After the three worships, Zhao Mo took off Mo Zhichu's hijab in front of everyone.

The guests thought that Zhao Mo didn't understand the rules, but no one understood him. He wanted to promise her in full view.

Zhao Mo looked at her with a smile. He knew that all the guests were watching, and those who passed away were also watching.

"I'm the one who put the hijab on you, and I'm the one who took the hijab down."

"From now on, you will have me in your four seasons, and you will also have me in your three meals. Whether you are born, old, sick, or dead, I will be by your side."

"Even if you get tired of it in the future, I will definitely stay by your side. So, will you still be my princess?"

No one expected that Zhao Mo would say such a thing in public.But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that this is in line with Zhao Mo's style of pampering Mo Zhichu.

Mo Zhichu still had stars in his eyes, and he nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

He was as happy as a child who got sugar, leaned over and pecked at her mouth: "I finally married you."

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Half a month later, the Xianwang Mansion and his family moved to Qiantang in the south of the Yangtze River. Since then, there is no more Xianwang Mansion in Beijing.

One month later, the Xianwang Mansion settled in Qiantang.Throughout the south of the Yangtze River, there are good stories about the virtuous king doting on his wife like his life.

One afternoon half a year later, when Zhao Mo returned to the palace after finishing his official duties, he found that Mo Zhichu was a little cold towards him.

He was beating a drum in his heart when he heard Mo Zhichu say to him: "Amo, I think I might have to move on."

When Zhao Mo heard it, he felt a "buzz" in his head, and then a cavity of anger rose.

With a gentle smile, he took out the Qingyun Sword that had been useless for a long time as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Is he born more beautiful than me?"

Mo Zhichu thought about it and nodded.

"Is he richer than me?"

Mo Zhichu thought about it again and nodded.

"He... is better at martial arts than me?"

She thought about it, and this time, she shook her head.

Zhao Mo bent his lips and smiled, gracefully wiping the Qingyun Sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time, "Who is that man?"

Mo Zhichu touched his still flat stomach, and looked up at him: "Your son."

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One afternoon after Mo Zhichu was more than six months pregnant, she was sitting on a rocking chair in the yard basking in the sun.

When Zhao Mo came back, he saw that she was holding a book of poetry in her hand.

It's a little strange that the little girl started reading.

He was just about to ask her why she thought of reading today, when she said, "Amo, tell me, what should we name our son in the future?"

Zhao Mo felt a little funny, "How do you know it must be your son?"

Mo Zhichu thought about it for a while, but he was also confident: "I'm his mother, of course I know."

All right, everything she says is right.

Zhao Mo then asked her: "Then Chu'er, do you have any favorite sentences?"

While looking at the Book of Songs in his hand, Mo Zhichu said nonsense: "If you don't forget your original intention, you will always have it. This sentence seems to be good."

There is no such sentence in the Book of Songs, and Zhao Mo listened to her talking nonsense in a serious manner, but still smiled dotingly.

He thought about it, and immediately made a decision: "Well, from now on, my son will be called Zhao Nianchu. It doesn't matter if it's a son or a daughter, it can be used."

Mo Zhichu savored carefully, and then savored again, wait, why did she think he was joking about his son's name?

Zhao Mo: Of course the son's name is used to show affection.

Later, there was an extra little potato in Prince Xian's mansion, who helped the concubine to punish the prince all day long, but the little potato was still protected by his mother, and the prince stared blankly at his son with hatred.

That was the first time Zhao Mo hated himself so much for not "controlling" himself well.

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