​Imperial palace sweet love: Your Majesty, too dark!

The punishment is light, which is harmful to the dignity of the royal family, as if the royal children are easy to bully.

The punishment was heavy, and the minister's heart was cold.

Therefore, Zhao Junyao's punishment was neither light nor heavy.

After deducting the results of the scientific examination, they are not allowed to participate in it within two years.

The punishment is just right.

The young master of the Yang family is still under age. This year, he will take part in the martial arts examination, but he doesn't really want to win fame.

This is an experience.

In addition, there is no lack of a champion in the Yang family.

Sure enough, Yang Shangshu pretended to refuse for a while, and knelt down to thank him.

Young master Yang was also a little unwilling at the beginning and satisfied at the end.

Fame is nothing. I'll take the exam two years later.

As long as he is not humiliated, everything is easy to say.

Out of the palace.

Young master Yang is like a wild horse without rein.

Regardless of the wound on his body, he turned over and got on the horse. With a clip on his legs, the horse ran away.

Yang Shangshu followed and shook his head

"This son... Is too unstable!"

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Yang Fu

Yang Chenyi galloped back on horseback and reported to the inner courtyard by his own porter.

When Mrs. Yang got the news, she was so nervous that she sent someone to invite her.

"Tell him to come here, Yi'er is still injured...!"

That's a thunderbolt.

Married to the general's family, under the influence of Yang Shangshu.

Mrs. Yang also knew vaguely that it was something that could kill people!

She's had nightmares every day since her son was hurt.

She's afraid.

She got such a son. If she had a son, it would kill her.

Yang Chenyi ran to the main courtyard with great strides.

"Aung!"

Mrs. Yang's heart was steadfast in an instant.

"Come here and show me"

"The Emperor didn't blame you, did your father scold you?"

Yang Chenyi pulled up his collar to cover the wound and then said with a smile.

"Niang, it's just some minor injuries. They've been well for a long time!"

"The emperor punished his son for not taking part in the martial arts examination for two years!"

"It's like... I punished my father for one month's salary and half a year's salary for thinking behind closed doors!"

Mrs. Yang thought about it and laughed.

"Or sage wise!"

"You are under age, and my mother didn't agree to let you go!"

"As for your father... Well punished!"

It is clear that his son is the victim. Why should he be dragged to plead guilty.

Now, please come down and take it easy.

Mrs. Yang was also very satisfied, stroked her chest and said with a smile.

"It's over at last!"

Yang Chenyi comforts his mother: "Aung, it's OK originally."

"The emperor is very observant. How can he not count this bad debt on his son?"

When he said this, there was a little disdain in his eyes.

A little prince of the royal family, even if he has no ability, still uses such despicable means.

Mrs. Yang patted her son on the shoulder.

"Well, go back and have a rest. If you get hurt, don't run around and ask them to give you some medicine again!"

What Mrs. Yang said was that she chose some girls for her son.

My son is older and will be an adult next year.

As an adult, it's time for a girl to wait on her.

With this thought, Mrs. Yang became more and more happy.

In the evening, it suddenly overcast.

It's rare that master Yang didn't go anywhere. He was in the mansion.

When master Yang came in from the outside, Mrs. Yang was embroidery.

Master Yang is a little helpless at first sight.

"Making a belly bag for Yi'er again?"

Mrs. Yang raised her head and looked at him discontentedly.

"What day is it today that the master didn't go out?"

Master Yang thought about it and showed his hand.

"The emperor punished me for thinking behind closed doors for a month. Have you forgotten, madam?"

Mrs. Yang frowned and remembered.

"Oh

Master Yang

Ma'am, I'm your husband. Just one "Oh"?

Over there, Mrs. Yang remembered and was dissatisfied again.

Nagging said a lot of things to the effect that:

Yi'er is right. Why do you want to plead guilty?

Master Yang sat beside her and coaxed her with a warm voice.

"Madam, that's the little prince. The princess is not easy to provoke. Even the emperor can't do anything to her. We Yi'er will offend her. In the future..."

Mrs. Yang flat mouth, angry way.

"I don't care!"

In the candlelight, Mrs. Yang, in her early thirties, was just like an 18-year-old girl. She was coquettish with her husband.

Master Yang looks at the beauty in the candlelight, just like when he married him, and then

He was stunned.

Mrs. Yang pouted and twisted him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Master Yang suddenly regained his mind and quickly pretended to be confused.

"Well? Have I seen you, ma'am? "

He swallowed and looked away.

After dinner, Mrs. Yang continued to embroider under the lamp.

Master Yang is a little anxious.

"It's so hot today, madam. Are you hot?"

Mrs. Yang looked at him calmly and said directly, "it's raining, it's not hot!"

Then he ignored his husband.

Continue to embroider your son's belly pocket.

Master Yang

After a while, master Yang asked again.

"Madam, they say it's not good to do embroidery under the lamp. It hurts your eyes!"

Mrs. Yang said without raising her eyelids.

"My husband said yes!"

"That's not what you said when you were reading the book of war in your study all night long!"

If the emperor hadn't told him to think behind closed doors, he would still be in the barracks now.

For so many years, Mrs. Yang has been guarding this family and her son.

Did she have to go around him as soon as he came back?

Hum! No!

Master Yang is speechless.

Finally... I don't know how long it took, the rain stopped outside, and Mrs. Yang's embroidery work was finished.

She took her own hand-made pouch and looked up and down for a while before she was satisfied.

"Well! Send it back to Yi'er! "

"It's cold now. The child doesn't sleep honestly!"

Mrs. Yang smiles.

Master Yang is a little speechless.

"He'll be an adult next year, and still need this?"

Mrs. Yang frowned and thought: "also..."

"So soon my son has come of age!"

With that, he quickly sat down in front of the dresser and stroked his face.

"If Yi'er grows up and marries a daughter-in-law, I'll be a grandmother soon!"

"I... I..."

Mrs. Yang was suddenly not happy.

Well, any woman who finds out she's going to be a grandmother is probably not so happy.

Master Yang hugged her.

"When a grandmother, how could that smelly boy get married so early?"

With that, master Yang couldn't bear it any longer.

He picked up his wife and pressed her on the bed.

"Xiangru... You said you wanted to have another daughter for your husband!"

Mrs. Yang was shocked.

"Master, it's killing me. Yi'er is almost grown up!"

Yang Shangshu didn't care so much. He turned over and pressed on.

"I'm not old yet, how dare he grow up!"

Then he went on kissing.

Mrs. Yang exclaimed that it was too late to resist.