"Master Hou." Qiu Lan's heart was beating wildly, and she subconsciously tried to stop him, but it was a step too late. Ji Huai had already reached for the script.
She just felt it was over.
"Hmm~~"
Just when Ji Huai took the storybook, Zhao Qingyue opened her eyes, saw him dimly, blinked again, then suddenly opened her eyes like bells, and grabbed the storybook.
The reaction was so huge that even Ji Huai was shocked.
"Master Marquis?" She suddenly woke up and looked at Ji Huai and then at Qiulan, "Master Marquis, isn't he going to rest in the study? Why are you here?"
As she spoke, she hurriedly hid the storybook under the quilt. This behavior made Qiulan couldn't help but hold her forehead.
It's been three years since she was pregnant. The young lady has not yet given birth to her little master, so she is already so stupid.
"You didn't listen carefully to what I said this afternoon. What I said was that if it's late, I won't come and wake you up. It's still early." Ji Huai reminded her.
Zhao Qingyue's eyes dodge, hesitating, feeling extremely guilty: "Really?"
"What storybook did you read behind my back again?" Ji Huai's eyes fell on her face and he asked slowly.
"No." She refused, "I was reading a book, not a storybook."
"What book? Let me take a look." He stretched out his hand towards her
Zhao Qingyue didn't give it, but instead hid it deeper, putting her hands in the quilt and covering her tightly.
Ji Huai looked at a place on the bed. She looked over and saw that there was another book there. She pressed it under the quilt and quickly leaned over to take it and hide it. She said cruelly: "Master Hou, go to the study and do some work. I will I want to sleep alone today.”
In the past, when he was busy, she always looked forward to sleeping with him every day. She really made a huge sacrifice.
Ji Huai didn't grab her and didn't pay attention to what she said. He slowly looked at Qiulan and waved his hand: "You can go out."
Qiulan's eyes showed worry, she gritted her teeth and was about to kneel down to admit her mistake for her master. Ji Huai said again in a deep voice: "Go down."
She could only retreat, close the door, and pray silently in her heart that Mr. Hou would not embarrass her young lady, and that she must not have any opinions about her, and that young lady should not stupidly show the young lady her storybook...
It's all her fault, what kind of storybook are you looking for!
There were only two people left in the room. Ji Huai lowered his eyes to look at her and sighed helplessly: "Read less of the storybook. If you have time, read some books. Stare at the storybook and cry until you burst into tears. The child will also be affected."
"I didn't read the story book." She also made an excuse for herself, "If I read the story book, I wouldn't fall asleep while reading it. They are all good books."
A good book is difficult to understand, and I fall asleep while reading it.
"You read for a long time and fell asleep. If you read other books, you must put them aside before falling asleep, so you only have the book in your hand to sleep with." He exposed her.
Zhao Qingyue: "..."
She couldn't argue.
"Don't read at night. It hurts your eyes. Since you're tired, go to bed quickly." Ji Huai did not embarrass her and walked aside to change clothes.
Zhao Qingyue escaped and hid the storybook under the pillow while he was changing clothes. She didn't ask him to go to the study to do some work. She also said, "I just read a little bit to relieve my boredom. I won't read it at night in the future."
"Um."
Ji Huai walked to the bed and got on the bed.
As soon as he lay down, Zhao Qingyue leaned close to him and huddled in his arms. He also reached out to hug her, and then closed his eyes.
In the silence of the night, the warmth from his body kept coming, and being held by him again, I felt that my whole body was filled with his scent, which made me feel inexplicably relieved. Zhao Qingyue became more and more awake as she listened to his heartbeat, without feeling sleepy at all.
She quietly raised her hand and tapped his chin.
Ji Huai opened his eyes and looked at her. In the night, his dark eyes were filled with tenderness. Zhao Qingyue was still thinking about the story book she read before going to bed, and suddenly said: "Can we be intimate with you now that you are pregnant?"
As soon as the words came out, she wanted to bite off her tongue. Why did these words sound like a plea for sex? She she she...
His expression obviously changed slightly, and he scolded her seriously with a straight face: "You are really brave."
"No," she quickly explained to ease the embarrassment, "it's written like that in the script."
“…”
The air fell into a mysterious silence. Zhao Qingyue felt that she had become stupid after being pregnant. What was she talking about
Ji Huai took out the storybook from under her pillow, but it was too late for her to grab it.
He reads books quickly, and he can clearly see the content after just two flips. The more he reads, the weirder the look on his face becomes.
Zhao Qingyue was too embarrassed to see anyone, so she hid under the quilt. She felt hot from behind and got out again, breaking the jar and saying, "I'm just curious. What's wrong with curiosity?"
"You are not allowed to read any books in the future!" Ji Huai has been reading sages' books since he was a child. To him, these are simply out of the world. After he finished speaking, he pondered for a moment and said unnaturally, "It's just that you can, you are so weak. My body can't bear it, don't be greedy for pleasure, don't think too much."
"Who thought?!" Zhao Qingyue was a woman after all. She was so ashamed and angry that she covered her head with the quilt and kicked him. She felt ashamed to see others.
Ji Huai sat aside and looked at her hiding under the quilt. He thought for a while and cleared his throat: "It's only been a few months and you are making such a fuss." After saying that, he paused again and said, "How about... Should I be lighter?"
"I-" Zhao Qingyue lifted the quilt and was about to deny it loudly, but she bumped into his hesitant and reserved look. She swallowed the rest of her words, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and held it under the quilt for a while. Her cheeks were rosy, clear and agile. Her eyes looked at him, charming and charming.
Ji Huai's eyes changed. After hesitating for a while, he leaned over to hug her.
The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, and Zhao Qingyue gradually turned from shyness to joy. She hugged him with raised eyebrows and buried her head in his neck.
Later in the same year, Zhao Guifei gave birth to a little princess, who was named Concubine Li by the emperor. Good news also came from the border. General Wang and other soldiers had successfully repelled the barbarians, beheaded the leader of the other party, and were preparing to return to Beijing.
Ji Qing'an has been at the border for several years, and now he has returned with meritorious service. The Hou Mansion has started to make arrangements a few days ago. Ji Huai asked Zhao Qingyue not to be busy and let his second aunt do the work, but she just couldn't stay idle.
The Ji family accompanied the late emperor to conquer the country and served the country with loyalty. Since the death of the old Marquis and Uncle Ji, there have been no generals. Ji Qing'an is now out to revive the Marquis Mansion.
On the day when the soldiers returned to the court, the emperor held a banquet, and Zhao Qingyue also followed Ji Huai into the palace.
Ji Qing'an is wearing armor and has a sword on his waist. The skinny young man in the past now has a resolute look on his face and is receiving a reward from the emperor.
He was named a general due to his outstanding military exploits and was also given a general mansion.
After the banquet was over, Ji Qingan followed Ji Huai out of the palace gate. With a smile on his dark face, he called out to Ji Huai: "Brother, this is the first time you and your sister-in-law have had a child in so many years?"
He was at the border when the two got married and couldn't come back, so he thought he had given birth to several children.
"What's wrong with the first one?" Ji Huai frowned, "Do you think giving birth to a child is the same as laying an egg? It's already hard work for one, and you're just kidding for ten months of pregnancy?"
"No, I have prepared many gifts for meeting." Ji Qing'an kept talking about his trophies, and even took out the things around his waist to show off.
Ji Huai: "Keep it and send it slowly."
"You have as many children as you want, that's enough." Ji Qing'an said with a smile.
After returning home, Ji Qingan lost the smile on his face because he was at the border and he was not around when Song Yi and Ji's father died.
He went to the ancestral hall alone and knelt there all night.
Zhao Qingyue was a little worried and wanted Ji Huai to go take a look. He said, "Let him go. It's useless for others to be there."
The oppressive atmosphere in the Hou Mansion did not last long before Zhao Qingyue went into labor.
After a day of hard work, she gave birth to a little prince, and the mother and son were safe.
On the same day, Ji Qing'an sent several boxes of "meeting gifts". He smiled from ear to ear, looked at the young prince and said: "In the future, follow your uncle to fight. Don't imitate your father. I will teach you horseback riding and archery. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Ji Huai: "If you want your son to fight with you, then ask your wife to have a child. Don't harm my son."
"Hey, I just finished fighting."
"The war is over, it's time to get married."
“…”
Ji Qing'an, who was urged to marry, ran away in despair.
After Zhao Qingyue gave birth to her child, she was much weaker than others. She was even more cautious during confinement, with many people surrounding her.
But no matter how hard it was, when she saw her white and tender son, she always felt it was worth it.
"The little prince looks different every day." Qiulan brought him to her to see.
She reached out to hug him, Ji Huai also came in from the door, and Qiulan retreated, leaving space for their family of three.
Ji Huai sat down on the edge of the bed. Zhao Qingyue teased his son, who was crying at the top of his lungs.
"I'll come." He hugged him and coaxed her. Although his movements were not very skillful, the other person was very helpful. He stopped crying after a while, opened his eyes and looked at him, and stuck out his tongue.
Ji Huai's brows were filled with softness.
"I still owe Mr. Hou two foxes, and I will give him a son and a daughter, right?" She said suddenly, leaning on the bedside.
"Take good care of yourself." He disagreed. "The doctor said that if you take good care of yourself this time, your health will be much better. Maybe it will be better than when you were not pregnant."
"I know," she nodded. "There is still a lot of time in the future, and we can still have a son and a daughter."
"Let's talk about it later." Ji Huai looked at his son and didn't think that far ahead.
"Zhao Mo, who is the same age as Mr. Hou, has nine sons and five daughters." Zhao Qingyue only felt a lot of pressure thinking about it.
As soon as she finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately refused: "If you want to have so many children, I don't agree. It's just nonsense."
"Why is it nonsense?" Of course she couldn't be angry, but his reaction was really big.
Ji Huai's face was full of confusion. He looked at the child, then at her, and said seriously: "Not to mention that your body can't bear it. If you can give birth, you can't raise it."
"Master Marquis can't afford to raise children?" She thought it was funny. Such a Marquis mansion couldn't afford to raise just a few children
He continued: "When you are born, you have to discipline after all. Even though my husband can teach, I still have to teach him all the time. One or two is fine, but if there are more, I will be physically weak and I will not be able to manage them."
Zhao Qingyue just said that, but he had already thought that she would not be able to teach the child in the future. He looked at the son who was being held by him: "The young prince will have to trouble the Marquis to teach him. He must also listen to the Marquis and let the Marquis teach him." Please worry less."
Ji Huai looked at his son: "It's still early."
"I will take care of him when he is a child, and let him follow Mr. Hou when he grows up." Zhao Qingyue also came over to tease his son with him, with expectations for him in her eyes. She held her son's hand and kept saying, "You have to listen to daddy." If so, in the future we can also win three yuan in a row and give dad and mom some credit, okay?"
I don’t know if he will win three yuan in a row, but the young prince will listen to Ji Huai’s words very much when he grows up.
When he could just walk, he was held by his father. He often went to the study room with his father, stayed in his arms, and read with his father. When he could talk, he was taught to read and read by his father.
When he was with Ji Huai, he was very patient. As soon as his father left, he would immediately run away from the Marquis Mansion like a wild horse.
Zhao Qingyue couldn't control him at all. He would even find the storybook she had hidden and show it to Ji Huai.
Today, Zhao Qingyue had pissed him off. As soon as Ji Huai came back, the young prince's milky voice rang out: "Dad, mother, I read the storybook all afternoon and hid in bed giggling."
Zhao Qingyue's smile froze.
The young prince took Ji Huai's hand and walked into the inner room again, pointing to the cabinet with his fleshy little finger: "Mom, stand on the stool and hide the storybook in the cabinet."
“…”
Ji Huai looked at her.
"Nonsense!" Zhao Qingyue argued again.
"Three story books." The young prince said and looked at Qiulan, "Aunt Qiulan secretly hid them in her clothes and took them out. My mother kept laughing."
Qiulan raised her hands and put them on her chest, shaking her hands without tears.
"Dad," the young prince looked at Ji Huai with his black and white eyes, "I will punish my mother to copy the "On the Golden Sutra" a hundred times."
He didn't know how many times a hundred times was, but every time he did something wrong, his father would take out a very thick "On the Golden Sutra" and tell him that he would copy it until his hands were broken.
Zhao Qingyue took a breath, looked at this little carrot head, and gritted her teeth in anger. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to pinch his soft cheeks: "You are so bad, I want your father to make you get up half a day early every day." Read all the time.”
"Why don't you let mother study?" The young prince looked at his father, his little face filled with anger.
Ji Huai looked at the big and small people arguing and reached out to pick up his son, "Mother is studying too. Mother used to study hard."
The young prince trusted his father very much: "Is it also your father who supervises your mother?"
"That's right." Zhao Qingyue said confidently, "My mother used to work very hard. She got up very early every time to read. Not only did she read, she also painted, learned to dance, and also embroidered."
"Why doesn't mother study with us now?" The little prince was puzzled, then thought about it and said to himself, "I understand. Father taught me, so I can't teach mother. When father doesn't have to teach me, he can teach me." Mom is married."
"Yeah, please work harder, mother is still waiting." Zhao Qingyue nodded, "Don't let mother wait too long."
"Okay~~" The little prince smiled and turned around to hug his father.
Ji Huai also laughed and walked out with his son in his arms. He looked at her in the room and then at the cabinet. Zhao Qingyue pretended not to know and looked at him affectionately as always.
late at night.
Zhao Qingyue's eyes were filled with water as she made love to the person on her body.
"What's the story this time?" Ji Huai breathed a little quickly, biting her ear, trying to control his emotions.
"The rich lady was blocked by robbers who wanted to take her back to be the wife of the village. She ran away from her slaves and mistakenly entered a wooden house in the mountains. There was a hunter inside-"
She said intermittently: "She begged the Orion to take her in, but the Orion would not raise a freeloader, so she washed and cooked for the Orion, but she had never done such work before. The water was ice cold, and she even scraped the Orion's clothes. It’s a big hole and it’s stupid.”
"Orion couldn't stand it, so he couldn't let her do anything. Although Orion looks a little more fierce, he is gentle after all." After saying this, she covered him and whispered softly in his ear, "Just like the Marquis. , gentle and caring.”
…
I can’t tell the rest of the story.
When the youngest son was eight years old, Zhao Qingyue gave birth to another daughter. The daughter was just like her, quirky, pestering her brother and father, and often babbling and talking while holding a small book in her hand.
Zhao Qingyue still likes to read story books, and has been caught by her daughter several times.
I was afraid of teaching her bad things, so I restrained myself greatly.
Ji Huaigang had just brought his daughter to the age of four, and she was able to study hard with the young prince. Zhao Qingyue gave birth to another son for him. She also said: "Two sons and one daughter, the Marquis must praise me well."
Those three little foxes, that's it, she does what she says!
Ji Huai looked at the two little radish cubs, then at the infant one, and said very solemnly: "I want to praise you, but I can't give you more."
"Three is a little less after all." Zhao Qingyue has recovered well and she feels still young.
As soon as these words came out, Ji Huai was so scared that he almost didn't dare to go back to the room to sleep with her.
When the second young master turned three, the servants in the mansion often saw a scene in which Ji Huai held the eldest lady in his left hand, the second young master in his right hand, and the young prince followed behind him.
Qiulan also said: "The young lady and the young master are so attached to the Marquis."
"Yes, I don't know what method the Marquis used, but he didn't get bored at all by studying hard." Zhao Qingyue's eyes were filled with relief.
When she made the cakes and sent them over, the young prince was writing an article in the study. His eyebrows were already somewhat steady. The young daughter was standing on the desk and wasting Ji Huai's brush, and the young son was standing on the chair holding Ji Huai.
The scene is messy and harmonious.
Zhao Qingyue looked at Ji Huai raising his hands and frowning, and couldn't help but want to laugh. When she came to his side, she said softly: "Don't give birth, otherwise Mr. Hou will be too busy."
Ji Huai had no choice but to look at her and softly preached: "Read less of the book!"
"Okay~~" She responded quickly.
Ji Huai knew that she was just being nice and shook his head again.
The young prince followed Ji Huai. He was young and accomplished. Although he did not win three yuan in a row, he was the top scholar in high school in the third year of taking the scientific examination and became an official in the court.
At this time, Ji Huai had been promoted to prime minister. Due to the emperor's appreciation and his repeated meritorious service, Zhao Qingyue was appointed as a first-class lady.
She read the imperial edict several times and received it. She had no real power, but she could still receive a salary. She looked at Ji Huai, overjoyed, and bowed gracefully: "I have enjoyed the blessing with Mr. Marquis, thank you Mr. Marquis."
Ji Huai looked at her serious look and said with a smile: "Thank you, no need. I can't help but live up to you."
"The Marquis must have lived up to me. He only gave birth to three children, which I feel are missing." She blinked and said to him.
There was no other woman except her in the backyard. When she returned to the Duke's mansion, the elders said that she was still young, so she would naturally continue to work for the Marquis.
Ji Huai pursed his lips and said earnestly: "Read less of the script!"
Zhao Qingyue: "I haven't read it recently. I didn't finish talking to you last time. Speaking of which, I haven't talked to you for two days. You must go back to your room today and I will talk to you twice."
Ji Huai glanced at her and took a deep breath, "I'll go to the study first and go to the palace to see the emperor later."
Zhao Qingyue hummed: "I'll be waiting for you. If you don't come, I won't sleep."
“…”
He had heard that folk saying countless times. He didn’t dare to let anyone know about it, otherwise he would lose face—
Ji Huai has been the prime minister for more than 20 years, sharing the worries of the country and the people, and making suggestions for the monarch. He is the most trusted person by the emperor today.
He is considerate of the people, has great ambitions but no ambitions, has lofty ambitions, and loves his country and his people.
Ji Qing'an was also a great hero who defended his family and country. He went to border battles several times and repelled the invading enemy forces time and time again, allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment.
The people of the Ji family care about the world. When the young prince grew up, he would always be by the prince's side and act as the prince's right-hand man. The son would inherit his father's business and share the prince's worries.
When the emperor died and the prince succeeded to the throne, Ji Huai also resigned from office and found a quiet place with Zhao Qingyue to spend their remaining years.
During his life, he was highly regarded by others. When they learned of his death, the people were sad for a while. They all spoke of him with praise. The new emperor also posthumously named him Wenzhong.
With a ray of white light, Ji Huai's soul returned to the system.
Those sealed memories began to revive, replaying in his mind.
"Ding!"
The progress bar on the system screen showed that it was full, and a mechanical voice came from the space: "All resentments have been eliminated, and there will no longer be forced transportation."
He looked at this cold space and looked around in all directions.
"The reincarnation passage has been opened." A door opened in front of the big screen, with a dazzling white light on. "When you walk through this passage, all memories will be cleared. This is your life, completely yours."
Ji Huai slowly walked toward the light and stood at the door. The front was so white that he couldn't see anything. He couldn't help but ask: "What kind of person will I become?"
The system's mechanical words came again: "Be the person you want to be."
Ji Huai closed his eyes and continued walking inside.
Who does he want to be
Then treat others with sincerity and become a person who can bring light to others and yourself.
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