The arrival of Zhao Qi and Xiao Shiqing brought peace back to Yongning Palace. Facing Xiao Shiqing's question, the two young men who had just become fathers stood at attention and froze.
Zhao Mian gave Wei Zhenfeng a glare out of the corner of his eye: Look at what you have done, if you have the guts, continue to talk rudely in front of my fathers.
Wei Zhenfeng gave Zhao Mian a look that said "don't worry" and replied calmly, "Prime Minister Xiao, I am discussing Fanfan's daily diet with the Emperor."
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng really knows how to speak.
Zhao Qi was a little puzzled: "Fanfan is only one month old, what else can she eat besides milk?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "What the emperor said is absolutely right."
Zhao Qi looked at Xiao Shiqing in confusion, wanting to ask if Xiao Shiqing understood what the two young people were talking about.
Xiao Shiqing's face showed no emotion, but the people present could clearly feel that his aura had turned much colder. He looked at Wei Zhenfeng and said indifferently, "I heard that you were injured."
Wei Zhenfeng said appropriately: "It's just a minor injury, not worth the Prime Minister's concern."
"You've been injured several times, which is enough to prove that your skills need to be improved." Xiao Shiqing said, "When your injuries are healed, let Fu Zi teach you a thing or two every day."
Wei Zhenfeng couldn't laugh anymore. Fu Zi was one of the top three masters in Nanjing, and Xiao Xiang's intentions were obvious as he was "guided" by Fu Zi every day.
Unfortunately, even though he knew what Prime Minister Xiao meant, Wei Zhenfeng still had to accept it with pleasure, and then thanked his father-in-law: "Thank you, Prime Minister Xiao."
After the four of them sat down, they talked about Beiyuan's recent situation.
Now, Wei Zhenfeng's power has covered the court of Beiyuan and Shengjing. Wei Zhaoxiu was imprisoned in the deep palace by him on the pretext of being seriously ill. Before Wei Zhenfeng left Shengjing, he temporarily reorganized the cabinet. During his absence from Shengjing, the cabinet officials headed by King Ying would take charge of state affairs on his behalf.
"It is not a long-term solution for the regent to supervise the country." Xiao Shiqing said, "The throne of Beiyuan will eventually change hands."
Wei Zhenfeng nodded: "What I'm thinking about now is to choose one from my younger brothers..."
Before Wei Zhenfeng could finish his words, Zhao Mian interrupted him unhappily: "Are you kidding me? You're going to leave the kingdom you won with so much hardship to your half brother?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "I would like to leave it to Fanfan, are you willing?"
Zhao Mian's answer was beyond Wei Zhenfeng's expectations.
"I'm not asking you to leave it to Fanfan." Zhao Mian said in a contemptuous tone, "He will definitely grow up in Nanjing, and he may not be interested in Beiyuan in the future."
Zhao Qi looked at his eldest son with a smile: "You don't forget to pull me down even at this time, you are worthy of being called Mian Mian."
Zhao Mian smiled back at his father, and his smile faded slightly when he turned to Wei Zhenfeng.
"With the dragon robe, you can have the power to decide life and death, and rule the country. You will be invincible in the world." Zhao Mian's eyes flickered, "Are you sure you don't want to try such an 'exciting' thing?"
Wei Zhenfeng's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Zhao Mian seemed to see through him: "No one in the world can resist the desire for power, and you are no exception."
Wei Zhenfeng was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "So I have to carefully choose a little brother or nephew who is easy to control."
Xiao Shiqing had no choice but to say, "My younger brother will grow up one day. He will have his own thoughts, his own wings, and his own descendants. How will you deal with it then? Play another palace coup and support a new young emperor to take the throne?" What Xiao Shiqing said was also what Wei Zhenfeng was worried about, but so far he could not think of a better way. The throne of Beiyuan was indeed tempting, and he wanted to sit on it, but he wanted to be by Zhao Mian's side more often.
Wei Zhenfeng asked Xiao Shiqing for help: "May I ask what advice Prime Minister Xiao has?"
"You can't have your cake and eat it too. There are many things in the world that are difficult to achieve." Xiao Shiqing said, "You just need to remember that bloodline is the most stable thing for the inheritance of the throne."
Wei Zhenfeng thought thoughtfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Prime Minister."
After lunch, Zhao Qi and Xiao Shiqing were escorted out of Yongning Palace. Zhao Qi thought of something and said, "Brother, do you think we should remind the young people?"
Xiao Shiqing asked: "Remind of what?"
Zhao Qi said tactfully: "Mianmian is not suitable for having a second baby in the short term."
"Mianmian knows all this. He is already a young man. Don't always treat him as a child." Xiao Shiqing paused, "If you are really worried, just let Jiang Dehai remind him."
The emperor, who always bears in mind his parental duties, disagreed: "But this matter should be done by us as fathers."
Xiao Shiqing said: "You can go."
"Why do I have to go again?" Zhao Qi protested. "I was the one who taught Mianmian and A-Lin's romantic class. Now it should be your turn, right?"
Xiao Shiqing: “…”
Zhao Qi glanced at Xiao Shiqing. Looking at the whole of Nanjing, he was the only one who dared to look at Xiao Xiang in this way: "You can't escape this time." He patted Xiao Shiqing on the shoulder, "Go, Prime Minister."
Xiao Shiqing returned the same way, and when he reached the door of the inner hall, the conversation between the two juniors happened to float into his ears.
Wei Zhenfeng said: "When will your father like me a little bit? He is obviously prejudiced against me now."
"Nonsense." Zhao Mian disagreed, "My father admires you very much."
"Appreciation and prejudice don't conflict." Wei Zhenfeng sighed, "In the eyes of Prime Minister Xiao, I am just a capable beast who slept with his son and got him pregnant."
As soon as Wei Zhenfeng finished speaking, he keenly sensed a chill coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Xiao Xiang standing at the door.
Wei Zhen stood up quickly, struggling to put on a calm and dignified demeanor, and said with a smile: "Prime Minister Xiao."
Zhao Mian asked in confusion: "Father? Why are you back?"
Xiao Shiqing looked at Wei Zhenfeng and said coldly, "Come to Yonghua Palace later."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…Yes.”
Although Zhao Mian wanted to know what his father wanted to say to Wei Zhenfeng alone, he would not interfere with his father's decision. He went to the Qinzheng Palace and was busy for half a day. When he returned to Yongning Palace, Wei Zhenfeng had already returned from his father's place. He was lying next to the cradle, shaking a dogtail grass that he got from somewhere in his hand, teasing their son.
Zhao Mian looked at the giggling little prince for a while and asked, "What did my father say to you?"
Wei Zhenfeng laughed with an ambiguous meaning, and said faintly, "Now I understand how those concubines felt when they were called in for a private talk by the Queen Mother."
Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows: "You compare my father to the Queen Mother? You are not afraid of death either."
"Am I wrong?" Wei Zhenfeng shook the dogtail grass nonchalantly, "Xiao Xiang is the principal wife of the retired emperor, if not the empress dowager, then what is she?"
Zhao Mian then asked, "Then how did Empress Dowager Xiao teach Concubine Wei a lesson?"
Wei Zhenfeng looked at Zhao Mian and hesitated to speak, then smiled and said, "Of course, you want me to concentrate on serving Your Majesty and fulfill my duties as a concubine of Nanjing."
Zhao Mian felt an unusual heat coming from his waist where Wei Zhenfeng was holding him, so much so that his cheeks became hot.
It had been more than half a year since the last time they made love, and during this period he had not even thought about solving his own problems. But his body had learned the ways of love and sex, and it was already addictive. Even after being quiet for half a year, he would still get excited again for Wei Zhenfeng.
In fact, if it weren't for the misunderstanding that almost made the two of them collapse, he should have taken Wei Zhenfeng to the dragon bed that night.
"Why wait until tonight?" Zhao Mian said proudly, "I happen to be free now."
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes changed instantly, but he deliberately put on a surprised expression and covered the little prince's ears in a serious manner: "You can't let my son hear such obscene words in broad daylight."
Zhao Mian: “…”
In the emperor's bedroom, the lit incense burner was emitting green smoke. When the gauze curtain of the dragon bed was drawn, it seemed as if the inside had become an enclosed space isolated from the world.
According to the rules of the concubines of Nanjing, Wei Zhenfeng undressed the emperor piece by piece on the bed. It was obvious that Wei's skills in undressing others were not very good. She became more and more impatient as she undressed, and even tore the last piece of clothing apart.
Zhao Mian's collar was loosened by him, revealing a large area of his white chest. He couldn't help but say with disdain: "Are you sleeping with me? If someone didn't know, they would think you were going to rape me."
At sunset, the gauze curtain could not block the brilliant sunset, and Wei Zhenfeng could see Zhao Mian's body clearly.
Compared to before giving birth, Zhao Mian's body has hardly changed. Her legs are long, her waist is slim, and her skin is as white as jade. The only thing that seems to be a little different is...
Zhao Mian noticed that Wei Zhenfeng was staring at those two points, so he kicked him and asked warily, "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, don't think too much." Wei Zhenfeng grabbed his ankle, his expression calm, "I'll just take a look."
Zhao Mian said dissatisfiedly: "You have been looking at it for too long. Are those two places the only good-looking parts of my body?"
"Of course not." Wei Zhenfeng laughed, "I used to play here too. It's a tradition. So I'll explain in advance that I'm only following tradition and not because I want to see if you have any... Don't get angry."
"That's enough." Zhao Mian retracted his long legs and interrupted coldly, "I don't want your mouth in bed just to curry favor with you."
Wei Zhenfeng leaned on him with his arms and looked down at him: "What is that for?"
Zhao Mian put his hands on Wei Zhenfeng's shoulders and offered his lips to him.
The two kissed until they had almost exhausted all the air in their chests. When they separated, a thread of lewdness stretched out between their lips, like a picture of a delicate erotic palace.
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes were already covered with a layer of darkness. His lips gradually moved down. When they came to Zhao Mian's chest, he couldn't help but licked his lips: "It seems to be a little redder than before."
Zhao Mian gritted his teeth and said, "Don't force me to call the imperial guards at this time."
Wei Zhenfeng teased: "Are you sure you want others to see you like this?"
"Of course I will put on my clothes first..."
Zhao Mian hummed and said nothing more.
Under the care of Concubine Wei, the young emperor showed a happy expression. At the last moment, he slightly opened his eyes, and his hands unconsciously clenched at his sides, and only slowly loosened them after a moment.
Wei Zhenfeng lay beside him, supporting his chin with one hand and stroking his face with the other wetly: "Are you comfortable?"
Zhao Mian closed his eyes and refused to look, saying stubbornly, "Shang Ke, you've regressed."
"It's been so long, how can I not give in? But even if I give in, I still make you feel comfortable." Wei Zhenfeng leaned close to his ear and laughed softly, "I can't believe that His Majesty, who is so majestic on the dragon throne, is so..."
Zhao Mian threatened lazily: "If you say one more word, your position as a concubine will be revoked."
Wei Zhenfeng held his hand and said, "Then come and help me."
Zhao Mian opened his eyes and saw that his concubine Wei was still well dressed, but there was a layer of sweat on her forehead. She must have been very hard to hold back. He had almost recovered and said, "Lie down."
Wei Zhenfeng lay down beside Zhao Mian very obediently. Zhao Mian sat up and was about to sit on Wei Zhenfeng's waist when he was caught off guard by the person underneath him holding his waist.
Wei Zhenfeng didn't allow him to sit down and asked, "What are you...doing?"
"Help you." Zhao Mian thought Wei Zhenfeng felt that he was not prepared and would get hurt. "It's OK. You don't need the ointment."
Wei Zhenfeng's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he said with all his strength, "No need to be so troublesome, just use your hands."
Zhao Mian frowned slightly: "Why? I want to eat it this way." As he said that, he tried to reach it again.
“No, no, no, Zhao Mian.” Wei Zhenfeng picked up Zhao Mian, put him next to him, and then moved to the side. “I can’t help it. Didn’t you say you won’t do it anymore?”
Zhao Mian looked at Wei Zhenfeng with an indescribable look in his eyes: "You believe such angry words?"
Wei Zhenfeng covered his face with his hands, not daring to look Zhao Mian in the eye again: "But if you get pregnant again, can I still survive in Nanjing?"
Zhao Mian said: "No."
"Who can say for sure? We can't take any chances." Wei Zhenfeng pulled the quilt under his waist and said sincerely, "Give me a chance to live, Your Majesty. Just use your hands."
"I don't understand why you're barking like a dog." Zhao Mian said slowly, "But since you don't want it, I won't force you."
Wei Zhenfeng breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
Zhao Mian sneered in his heart.
Wei Zhenfeng also said thank you to him.
Half an hour later, it was already dark, and the bed curtains returned to peace again. Wei Zhenfeng wiped Zhao Mian clean, and then put the dragon robe on Zhao Mian piece by piece.
After packing up, Wei Zhenfeng lowered his head and kissed Zhao Mian on the forehead, then got off the dragon bed neatly: "Eat, eat, I'm hungry."
Zhao Mian called Jiang Dehai over: "Bring the meal."
Jiang Dehai responded and asked, "Your Majesty, do you need me to prepare contraceptive soup for you?"
Wei Zhenfeng, who was waiting for dinner, asked: "?"
Zhao Mian said lightly: "No need."
Wei Zhenfeng: “.”
(End of this chapter)