Wu sat on the bed.
He murmured in bewilderment: "That's great, where did you get three of them?"
After thinking for a long time, he put his hands on his heart, and his eyes glowed blue: "Your Majesty is mighty!"
The eldest grandson Wuji, who had just carried three babies into the curtain, staggered again, and this time he quickly stabilized his body - he had a rare treasure in his arms, and if he fell on his own head, he couldn't let the children rub their skins.
There are three babies in her arms, two whimpering and crying, one earth-shattering cry, wrinkled and red, so soft that it feels unreal, like the most beautiful and charming dream in the world.
Changsun Wuji smiled and looked down at the three beautiful dreams that he had never dared to look forward to in his life. A softer smile than that of his small body gradually appeared in his eyes, lingering on the corners of his brows and eyes, rippling the most comfortable and warm arc in his life. .
There was also a bit of trance and confusion in that smile—too many surprises came too violently, he was as calm and calm as him, and he was dizzy as if he was in an illusion, afraid that if he moved a little too much, the dream would be broken with a "snap".
He hugged the three balls in his arms, trying to share them with the miracle maker, so as to confirm each other and deepen the sense of reality at the moment, but the one on the bed couldn't accept the reality better than him, straightened his eyes, fell onto the bed dreamily, grabbed I put a pillow on my face and moaned: "Don't, don't, it's too strange, I can't bear it... I have been mentally building for a long time before accepting it, and three at once... No, I'm going to collapse, I'm Really going to collapse!"
His Majesty the eldest grandson didn't care if the queen would collapse or not, and put a deep purple burden on Meng Fuyao's face with a smile: "Come on, guess, is it male or female?"
The baby cried so loudly that Meng Fuyao, who was crushed under the bundle, trembled. She didn't need to push her away to feel the baby howling with all her strength. God knows how that little body, which was not yet fully developed, made such a fuss. With an astonishingly high decibel, Meng Fuyao covered his ears and rolled his eyes: "Still guessing? Is there a woman with such a loud voice?"
There was no response when the words came out, Meng Fuyao looked up suspiciously, and saw the eldest grandson Wuji beside the bed smiling abhorrently, rolled his eyes before remembering, it seems that he is also a woman with a loud voice
Uh... no way
She stretched out a finger, lifted the burden tremblingly and looked at it, and then showed a horrible expression.
"That..." Poking at the two An Jingjing in Changsun Wuji's arms, Meng Fuyao asked hopelessly, "Are they all women?"
Changsun Wuji only looked at her and smiled, but Meng Fuyao seemed to be comforting her... Well, it's scary to have three children, but it's even more terrifying to give birth to three girls. There are no men, so the hit rate is too low, and I am too sorry for the eldest grandson's family who have not prosperous children... The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became, her head hung on her chest, and she said sadly: "It seems that in the future you will have to recruit a son-in-law to inherit... The throne is now..."
"It's still early, don't worry." Changsun Wuji sat down, gently picked up the one who was crying endlessly, and put the two in his arms on the quilt, "Whether it's good to recruit a son-in-law or marry a queen, now I don't worry about that, I just think, how do I change the diaper?"
"Peeping all over the place again?" Meng Fuyao immediately stretched out his hand in a state of mind, and wanted to change the diaper himself in good spirits. Just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly froze, "Huh? Marry the queen?"
Swish off those two burdens, go straight to the vital parts, and then swipe to cover, Meng Fuyao said: "It's so dangerous, I was thinking that there is no man, so I want to have another life? People really don't want to have another Let's say..."
She was holding three babies, and she smiled a little embarrassedly. Suddenly, her eyes dimmed, the man leaned over, and the faint fragrance of Asura lotus passed over her forehead, and at the same time, her warm and soft lips fell on her cheeks. , Hearing his laughter was gratifying and joyful, mixed with the low resonance in the chest cavity.
"Fuyao... Thank you..."
Meng Fuyao's face was slightly red, and she glanced shyly at the midwife who was smiling and retreating from outside the curtain, Changsun Wuji tilted his head again, and kissed her other cheek lightly.
"Thank you even more, and you are willing to regenerate for me."
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"This is brother!" Meng Fuyao smiled and tugged at the soundly sleeping baby, tirelessly ravaging the powdered face into all sorts of weird shapes, until it made him frown and cry and kick his legs wildly before letting go.
So fierce and ferocious, of course it should be the elder brother.
"Squeak! Squeak! (No, this is brother)!" Master Yuan Bao kneaded the other paw, watching the baby sleep soundly with satisfaction, no matter where his paw stepped on his face , They all have a leisurely attitude and remain motionless.
Such a treacherous and calm master, this should be the elder brother.
"That's it!" Meng Fuyao slapped his son's flying leg back, "I'm the mother and I have the final say!"
"Squeak!" Master Yuan Bao yelled while lying on top of the guy who slept with him when the sky fell - I am a god mouse and I have the final say.
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The 10,000th debate begins again, the eternal mystery that will never be answered.
The mystery is about the sequence of the triplets - the last one is absolutely unquestionable, the little princess' loud voice is very personal, but the first two...
Because of Emperor Changsun's gaffe, and because the midwife was not mentally prepared, after giving birth to one, she turned her attention to His Majesty who had slid in with the curtain in her arms. When she turned her head again, the second one had already appeared easily.
The two babies who appeared almost at the same time and didn't cry out immediately made the midwife feel furious.
As for Meng Fuyao—don't expect her to be smart enough to know which baby came out first, she didn't even look at the time of birth, but Changsun Wuji determined the birth time of the three brothers and sisters very accurately based on the three beeps of "birth". .
As for the two brothers, who is the brother and who is the brother, you can decide by yourself when you grow up.
The three babies were all breastfed, and Meng Fuyao had no concept of body shape, let alone refuse to breastfeed herself for the sake of staying strong. This was the first among the Wuzhou mainland royal family who never breastfeed in person. The eldest grandson Wuji was afraid that she would work hard to persuade her However, Queen Meng scoffed - breastfeeding has a high IQ! How can my baby be stupid? Where do I save my face if I'm stupid? Fortunately, she has plenty of milk, probably because she gnawed too much on her hooves when she was pregnant.
Meng Fuyao sometimes thought very sadly—I really look like a grassroots with no temperament at first glance, everything is so pungent, strong and not delicate enough, I have three children in my life, and my milk is as much as a fountain, and I don’t have the royal family of Wuzhou Continent at all. The noble temperament of a woman is like a weak willow supporting the wind. I heard that Changsun Wuji’s mother didn’t think about food and drink when she was pregnant with him for nine months. Any one that is so big that it can make him do three somersaults with a breath of light - that's called exquisiteness! That's called nobility! That's elegance!
After the sorrow was over, she continued to breastfeed, and was very intoxicated by it-what is the most beautiful music in the world? It is the sound of our baby eating and smacking his lips in our arms, it is the sound of our baby sleeping and breathing evenly, it is the sound of our baby gnawing his fingers... It is the sound of crying and wanting to eat when he is hungry in the middle of the night , to her ears, it is also very rhythmic and beautiful.
She doesn't want to maintain that indifferent nobility, and forget the fullness of the red dust and fireworks above the clouds. She only wants the most ordinary happiness that belongs to every mother-they are in my arms.
They were in her arms and she was in his arms.
The eldest grandson Wuji is very bed-loving recently, and the place where she spends the most time besides going to court and official business every day is her bed. In fact, it is false to say that bed love is fake, and it is true to rob his mother with three children, and although Her Majesty the Queen is born Puzzled, she often refuses his harassment, but after all, as a new mother, many things are very busy, so His Majesty has a lot of opportunities... For example, being intoxicated by the gentle and quiet radiance on the young mother's face when she was breastfeeding herself, For example, the worship of the elasticity, softness and fullness of the queen's recent breasts...
The three babies seem to have no tacit understanding, they seldom sleep at the same time, more often one is asleep and the other is awake. They are often busy and chaotic, especially the youngest one, who seems to have inherited the advantages of her parents. Yuxue is cute and round, but in fact her temperament is very outrageous. Every time her father and mother want to sneak a bite What about this, whether it is sleeping or drinking milk, it will immediately stop miraculously, its sleeping eyes are shining brightly, and the milking one spits it out, stretching out its paws and trying to push—not push Changsun Wuji, but push Meng Fuyao.
…Yes, pushed her mother Meng Fuyao, then chuckled, and opened a small embrace to her father. Seeing her father full of joy, he quickly accepted his daughter's embrace, and then this one slipped into her father's arms , resolutely occupy, never let go.
For this reason, the eldest grandson Wuji is very fond of this one, and often hugs her on his lap and feeds her some milk paste or something. That baby is so good, he can eat whatever he feeds, and he eats it with a sound, it is extremely sweet, and his expression is very happy - just like her father. What is fed is not chaotic milk paste, but the most delicious delicacies from all over the world.
Meng Fuyao always black line at this time - Why do I feed you milk paste and you push it out with your tongue? ?
The one who ate the milk paste went to sleep, clutching her father's skirt and sleeping so obediently, Meng Fuyao had a black thread—why did you have to fuss for a long time before going to bed after I fed you
The sleeping dog tightly gripped her father, and when her father wanted to move, he moaned and chirped. Her father was a model father, and immediately sat still, smiling and holding his daughter for two hours. —Why is Mao in my arms, you open your mouth and howl when you sleep when you wake up? Howling so that my hearing has plummeted recently
You are an Electra fanatic!
You two-faced girl!
Meng Fuyao was very depressed when she found out her daughter's viciousness—she couldn't tell Changsun Wuji: Your daughter is uneasy and kind, and robbed me... The arrogant queen would never admit her possessiveness to Changsun Wuji.
As for the other two... they are not the cute couple she imagined. The quiet traits they showed when they were just born are more likely to be an appearance, especially the one with very thick hair and eyebrows, and very black and bright eyeballs. The sky is scorching like a light bulb, and he only sleeps half as much as his brother, and the time he does not sleep is spent destroying it—tearing paper, rubbing the nine tails, plucking the hair of the ingot, and catching the nine tails and the ingot, these are his four loves .
The other one... is really quiet. From birth until now, she has seldom cried. Her appearance and temperament are very paternal. After Meng Fuyao was fed up with black-bellied women and saboteurs, she especially preferred this copy of Xiao Wuji , but this preference was quickly destroyed by the cold reality - when they were almost one year old, one day during their lunch break, she saw with her own eyes that after the bedwetting, she felt uncomfortable, so she slowly took off the diaper bit by bit, The naked buttocks rubbed on the mattress under him, rubbed and rubbed, rubbed and rubbed, until the buttocks were wiped clean, and then slowly crawled away, and the brother who was sleeping next to him turned over stupidly, and just buried his face in the bed he rubbed against. on the mat...
Shameless man!
Meng Fuyao looked up at the sky sadly—after giving birth to so many, why didn’t one of them inherit their mother’s excellent, bright, compassionate, kind, Holy Mother, holy... temperament
However, at this time, it is impossible to deny these three. Meng Fuyao sadly accepted the fact, and took a powerful way of revenge. Her way of revenge was to play tricks on naming the three children, the three children, and the eldest grandson Ji, Changsun Lin, and Changsun Fei, it’s fine if these are the names written in the patriarchal edict, she has to give her nicknames freely, so the eldest grandson Ji with dark eyes and big eyes is nicknamed Ultraman, and the eldest grandson Lin, who is a copy of Wuji, is nicknamed Mei Chuanneiku (without underwear), referred to as: queer, black-bellied love father and daughter eldest Sun Fei's nickname... Chunhua.
The eldest grandson Wuji was noncommittal about the awesome nicknames of the two sons, but he was happy with Chunhua. The noble Emperor Wuji also believed in the folk concept that "a humble name is easy to support", and thought that the nickname of the jewel in the palm of his hand was vulgar and elegant, and it was very bright. mouth, so I often hold my little daughter's soft frankincense body, and call her with a smile: "Spring flowers, flowers..."
Princess Changsun Chunhua showed a sweet and flattering smile with four teeth to her beautiful father.
Meng Fuyao, who was sitting by the side, also smiled sweetly... Chunhua, Changsun Chunhua, believe me, when you grow up and learn to read, you will definitely cry for this wonderful nickname that has followed you for many years...
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When the baby and the names of the children's ecstasy had been settled, Meng Fuyao, who was at leisure, suddenly felt, it seemed, maybe, probably, it seemed, there was something that should be done
The matter of her having a baby has been a secret of the Wuji Dynasty until now. According to the wishes of the eldest grandson Wuji, naturally she can't wait to announce it to the world immediately, but Meng Fuyao feels that she can't afford to be ashamed of it—she didn't want to go to ancient times to conceive without marriage. To be the banner and pacesetter figure of the new women in the Wuzhou Continent era. For this reason, she did not hesitate to threaten her eldest grandson Wuji—do you want to get married? Shut up if you want to get married.
After raising them for a year now, the fat ones got thinner, and the light ones got heavy again. When the three babies have been weaned, they would sleep in their little bed, gnawing their fingers, and learn to hold Mr. Yuanbao. Just as the hair was being plucked, a belated major event in life was finally on the agenda again.
So one day, when he was intoxicated by the smoky wind for another year, someone leaned on the back of Meng Fuyao's chair again (His Majesty the Emperor likes this posture very much now, the reason is... overlooking from a high place, the scenery is infinite...), and asked lazily:
"Do you like to sleep in my bed openly after drinking, or don't drink and just carry the quilt to my bedroom?"
Marriage Notes (3)
"What?" Meng Fuyao picked out his ears, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, "The wind is too strong..."
Mr. Yuan Bao squatted on her lap, looking at the windy and sunny sky, touched the fluffy cape on his body, and thought, yes, the wind is really strong...
The eldest grandson Wuji also looked at the sky in a serious manner, and did not express any opinion on the Queen's eyes opening and lying. He smiled casually, sat aside, took out a piece of paper from the skirt, and looked at it carefully.
Meng Fuyao was still waiting for His Majesty's second wave of offensive, and he was not used to such a sudden cessation of action, so he couldn't help but glance in that direction, knowing in his heart that His Majesty was treacherous, and he must not take the bait, but His Majesty was really focused, and a certain Curiosity is famously strong, and the buttocks on the chair moved and moved, rubbed and rubbed, and after a while, coughed: "What are you looking at?"
The eldest grandson Wuji watched intently, without raising his head, he took a pen to sketch on the table.
Meng Fuyao's heart was itchy, and he pouted at Master Yuan Bao, signaling it to investigate, Master Yuan Bao raised his head, looking innocently at her with dark eyes—ah? What's the matter with you? stroke? Facial paralysis? Too much wind blowing your mouth crooked
Meng Fuyao had no choice but to kill the mouse's shamelessness with a vicious look. He hooked his fingers on Changsun Wuji's sleeve and laughed: "Well, what are you painting? Our art is good, maybe I can teach you a thing or two?"
Changsun Wuji glanced at her: "Don't, you probably aren't interested in this."
Meng Fuyao was annoyed, and snatched the paper from his hand: "Chirp, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!" Looking carefully, he laughed.
"Your Majesty, when did you become interested in fashion design?"
On the paper, what was sketched with a plain pen was actually a sketch of a dress. The style was between the ancient style and the modern evening dress that Meng Fuyao was familiar with. It cannot be said that it was not good, but in some key points, the lines were not exquisite and smooth. There is also Changsun Wuji's handwriting, which says green? Ash? brown? A few words, you can tell at a glance, probably thinking about the color choice of this dress.
Every woman feels itchy when she sees beautiful clothes, and when she sees beautiful clothes that are not perfect enough to meet her expectations, no one can bear to be a designer on the spot. Meng Fuyao immediately said: "What green, gray and brown?" ? Such an ugly color, you can think of it, it is a waste of fabric, let me say, red! The brightest, brightest and purest red is beautiful! It is suitable!"
"Oh?" Changsun Wuji still had that faint look of distrust, and squinted at her, "Shang Yijian gathered several top masters to design new court dresses, which are specially used for large-scale state banquets. Trust their eyes."
"You don't believe my vision!" Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows, "To be honest, I am first-rate in everything except for my lack of vision in picking people!"
"On the contrary." Changsun Wuji smiled and shook his fingers slightly, "I think, apart from your top-notch vision in picking people, you are lackluster in the rest."
Meng Fuyao cast aside: "No shame!"
Master Yuan Bao immediately kicked her with his feet - whether it is tolerable or unbearable, you are so good at taking advantage of it!
"Bet." Any woman hates her man the most when she judges that she doesn't know how to dress. Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth, "Shang Yi will make one according to the color and style you choose, and then make it according to the color and style I modified. One piece, see the finished product, who is the prettiest!"
"Okay." Changsun Wuji handed her the sketch, "Then you modify the style of the dress you like."
Meng Fuyao took it over and revised it, while laughing loudly: "Aha, this fish tail doesn't look like a fish tail, what's it called, a mop?"
"The simplest streamlined design of the waist is fine. What's the point of adding these two borders? Fish fins?"
"The one-piece collar is not good, it's too old-fashioned, the deep V-neck is as thin as a line of sky... a half-hidden and half-shown line of snow is called style... Quack..."
The eldest grandson Wuji came over and said with a sense of participation: "This...is it all gone?"
"What are you afraid of?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him sideways, "This is spring and autumn clothes, and you can wear a silk shawl over it."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled: "Oh... that's good, then don't worry."
Meng Fuyao was so focused that he didn't hear him talking to himself, and asked casually: "Are you busy? Why do you even worry about such a trivial matter?"
"It's not that there is no mistress in the harem." Changsun Wuji sighed, "You know, this should be the queen's inner palace affairs. Without the queen, Shang Yijian has to submit it to me."
Meng Fuyao immediately shut up and didn't say anything, but his subordinates felt guilty and changed it more seriously. While thinking, the baby is born, and the empress will have to do it sooner or later. What is arguing now is a ceremony, a shame He wants to tell the world that a man who is ashamed of marrying his son just wants to pass the test in a low-key way, so stalemate like this is not an option, or else, help him manage the affairs of the harem first
Changsun Wuji changed the topic, put away the list she changed, and confirmed: "Is this the dress style you like?"
"Yes." Meng Fuyao was triumphant, "Absolutely amazing."
Someone laughed so hard: "Are you sure you want this kind of dress?"
Meng Fuyao nodded vigorously: "Perfect!"
"That's good." Changsun Wuji said casually: "Actually, the Shangyi Supervisor designed the corresponding men's clothing according to the dress style, but I think it's useless, so I rejected it."
"And men's clothes?" Meng Fuyao was enthusiastic, "What do you look like? Let me tell you, your Wuzhou mainland men's clothes are really lackluster, except for the riding clothes you wore back then..."
Thinking of the riding style of the elder Sun Wuji's birthday party, her eyes turned green, and she swallowed secretly.
Changsun Wuji took out a bunch of crumpled paper: "That suit was modified according to the style of the riding outfit, are you interested? Fortunately, I haven't had time to throw it away, so I will leave it to you, and you will modify it too. Make a set."
Meng Fuyao took it over honestly and unceremoniously, reviewing the sketches with the demeanor of a master designer, Changsun Wuji looked at her serious expression, with slightly curved lips, leaned over to kiss her forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Well, I'll go to work. "
Meng Fuyao waved his hand: "Sure, kneel down."
His Majesty left with an inexplicable smile on his face. Queen Meng was lying on the table tirelessly modifying the clothing design drawings. She has been busy fighting for power and having children for so many years, but she has never had the chance to touch anything that is too feminine. Today it is rare to be hooked by her grandson Wuji I became interested, and while changing it, I thought about the previous life. The poor mother and daughter had no money to buy new clothes, but they never regretted it. The mother was skillful and would refurbish the old clothes. , Just remember the style of those clothes, and when I come back, my mother stays up all night and cuts them on the simple sewing machine to make beautiful "new clothes".
She remembered that the dim light in the hut projected the silhouette of her mother working with her head bowed, and the clicking sound of the sewing machine was like rain in late autumn, delicately sprinkled in her quiet and peaceful dream.
Meng Fuyao slowly stopped, and gently stroked the sketch, as if he touched the radiant fiery red moon brocade. The smooth texture of silk and satin seemed to flow through his fingers, and the ups and downs and smooth lines seemed to have been undulating for many years. Life, layer upon layer of skirts, reveals all the memories engraved in the heart of the past and present.
Today's luxurious dress and yesterday's crude new clothes also bear the most beautiful stories of her two lives.
The sunlight illuminated Meng Fuyao's eyes, but there was a slight smile on his lips.
Mother.
I'm very happy.
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After the dress drawing was finished, it was handed over to Shang Yi Supervisor for tailoring, and Meng Fuyao just put the matter aside, she still had three little devil kings to worry about.
Changsun Wuji also seems to be very busy, sometimes he can only see him every few days, and every time he comes, he always brings a lot of courtiers and memorials to work on the spot. Meng Fuyao has never interfered in his political affairs. I was a little worried about his health, so I personally delivered ginseng soup this day, and when I stepped into the hall, I saw the officials kneeling on the ground in darkness. The slender man could hardly see his face, seeing her coming in, his tired eyes lit up, Meng Fuyao smiled at him, put down the ginseng soup and was about to leave, but Changsun Wuji leaned over and whispered in her ear : "Wait for me, just a moment..."
The hot air in his mouth blew into Meng Fuyao's ears, making it tickle, Meng Fuyao shrank his neck to laugh, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the pleading expression in Changsun Wuji's eyes, his heart moved, he couldn't help but blushed slightly, and hurriedly cleared his eyes. With a cough, he said unnaturally: "Well... I'm tired from walking... I'll take a break."
Master Yuan Bao on her shoulder rolled her eyes, thinking that this woman is so hypocritical, she is a top-notch expert, will she be tired from walking only half a mile from Fuchun Palace to Jingming Palace
Do you admit that you love a man and die
Fortunately, mice can't speak human words, and His Majesty is well aware of the Queen's stubborn temper, and never confronts her. Her clumsy lies have never been exposed. Meng Fuyao sat aside, picking his nails and listening to the officials' stories. , I found it funny when I listened to it—is Wuji so short of people? Why did he have to snatch all the trivial matters such as palace banquets, state ceremonies and foreign guests
The eldest grandson Wuji knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression, and explained: "Father was in poor health and didn't like to socialize. The Wuji Kingdom has not held a large state banquet for many years, and I am often away from the country. It was not until I became the throne that year that I realized that The palace of the Ministry of Rites is very unfamiliar with all kinds of greeting etiquette. The chief official is pedantic and does not know how to adapt. He is still using the old etiquette that is out of date. In the eyes of the emperors of all countries, I am afraid that I will laugh at me, so I plan to make changes with the Ministry of Rites. , as well as some common affairs in the palace, have all been resolved together."
Meng Fuyao looked at the tall stack of memorials on his case, sighed a little distressed and unwilling, and said for a while: "You don't have to worry about these trivial matters, otherwise, I'll help you solve it."
"No." Changsun Wuji immediately refused.
Meng Fuyao was stunned—he didn't allow himself to intervene in Wuji's state affairs
Changsun Wuji turned around, pulled her to sit beside him, and looked at her affectionately: "You have worked hard enough, taking care of yourself is the most important thing you should worry about."
Your Majesty's tone is deep, his eyes are focused, and his expression is as gentle as water. He was originally handsome, but after becoming a father, he is more charming and calm. Looking at him with such a low tone and warm spring breeze, Meng Fuyao was so fascinated. Hun Yu, who was almost drowned by the beautiful man Wen Cun, struggled out after a while, glanced at the courtiers who were kneeling and did not dare to lift their heads from the corner of their eyes, their faces burned with a bang, they quickly turned their eyes away, and stammered: "...I, I... Well... a lot of female officers take care of it, it's all right... "
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, straightened her temples gently with his slender fingers, and said softly: "That's fine, but don't worry about it."
Queen Meng was half dazed by His Majesty's coquettish smile, thinking vaguely in her heart, why is this girl so coquettish today? But it’s so nice to smile like this... Suddenly, I found that His Majesty’s fingers began to be dishonest again, sliding along the temples, sliding across the cheeks, sliding to the lips, then the neck... and then...
Meng Fuyao jumped up, gave Changsun Wuji a hard look, and wanted to scold someone for being shameless and cheeky, and saw that half of his body was buried in the pile of memorials as tall as a person, and then looked outside the curtain A large group of officials waiting for the matter sighed, and walked out: "Okay, I will help you with this matter, and let the officials of the Ministry of Rites come to me to answer."
The eldest grandson Wuji watched the queen step out of the hall with a smile, his eyes focused on the slightly plump but more charming waist and hips after the queen gave birth, and his eyes also swayed with her inadvertently trembling curves until the figure disappeared , then looked back.
Immediately, he stretched his body, leaned back in the chair, took a sip of tea, and glanced at the memorial that was higher than the mountain on the table out of the corner of his eyes.
Immediately, a eunuch came over and carefully took away the memorial that had already been approved and read.
His Majesty raised his eyebrows again, and the corners of his eyes glanced at the officials who knelt down and came to "something".
The officials immediately held their breath, looked at each other and exited cautiously, and walked away in an instant.
It's a joke, the show is over, why don't they leave the stage quickly with these props
His Majesty smiled, stood up, and stretched. Laid leisurely on the dragon couch in the apse, thinking that the Ministry of Rites and the Bureau of Internal Affairs must have bothered the Queen, and since I have nothing to do, should I go to Queer or Ultraman
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"Your Majesty, this is the detailed rules of various national ceremonies revised by the Ministry of Rites, please give me instructions..."
"How can it be so detailed?" Meng Fuyao frowned as he looked at the 12 volumes, each of which was as tall as a Chinese-English dictionary, "How long will it take to finish reading this?"
The servant of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and pointed out to Meng Fuyao attentively: "The detailed rules will be submitted by the four divisions of ritual system, fine meal, shrine, host and guest. Ceremony, guest ceremony, banquet, casting, four translations, reception of vassals, foreign tribute envoys and translators, etc... ”
The old guy babbled and turned page by page, finally finished explaining the coronation ceremony in the auspicious ceremony, the sky was completely dark, Meng Fuyao glanced at the twelve books at the back, feeling cold in his heart, and secretly regretted that he took a hot hand impulsively potato.
She thought for a while, trying to shirk responsibility: "I think it's quite appropriate, why don't you show it to Your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty ordered that you have the full power to decide." The Minister's lord looked at his nose, his nose, his heart and his heart, solemnly.
Meng Fuyao wrinkled her nose, thinking to herself that this ceremony was originally made by man, what does it matter if it conforms to the rules? Changsun Wuji has always been open-minded, but now he is becoming pedantic, thinking again and again, after a while, the huge territory will eventually be merged, and Wuji will be the largest country in the world in the future, and it is Changsun Wuji's face to be more particular about everything, so he can only grit his teeth and continue listening.
The moonlight climbed up the pear treetops outside the Fuchun Palace, lingered for a moment among the snow-colored petals in the courtyard, and then climbed up the silver-red window paper, cutting out two black silhouettes talking and listening.
Meng Fuyao stretched his waist, stared blankly at the servant of the Ministry of Rites who had been talking nonstop for three hours, and felt that this guy must also be a hidden master, look at his mouth, after such a long period of high-intensity exercise , unexpectedly intact!
She was completely dumbfounded, so that when the other party stopped, her ears were still buzzing with human voices, and Xu Xu continued to talk about those tedious and boring ancient rituals...
"My lady! My lady!"
The eunuch's cautious call woke her up. Meng Fuyao looked blankly at the remaining eleven books, with a broken expression on his face, and suddenly said: "I think these are perfect, there is absolutely nothing to pick at."
The Minister of Rites bowed modestly.
"So you don't need to look at the back." Meng Fuyao stared straight, "It's all right."
"Are you sure?" The servant of the Ministry of Rites did not show an expression of amnesty, but dared to question her decision, and even reached out to take out the last booklet with a slightly different binding style, and handed it over with both hands respectfully, "This is..."
"Sure, sure!" Meng Fuyao felt like throwing up when she saw the brochure. She had been pestered by the Ministry of Rites for several days in a row. "Tell Your Majesty, I agree!"
"Yes." The mature and dignified servant of the Ministry of Rites smiled, and opened the recorded document, "Please sign and use the seal, and tomorrow the ministers will send it to all countries and announce it to the world."
Meng Fuyao didn't sound right, he revises the rituals in his own country, do he need to announce it to the world? However, before she had time to ask, the maid had already carried the Demon King who wanted to eat dinner three times, and Meng Fuyao forgot about it as soon as she was busy.
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Before dawn the next day, the head of the Internal Affairs Bureau was carrying a thick stack of notebooks again, Meng Fuyao got up from the bed with a sad face, covered her eyes with dark circles, and listened to that guy's nagging.
"... Madam, Your Majesty said that many of the people in the harem are overage, should we release a batch and select a new one?"
"The eldest girl's family insists on staying in the palace. It's against the rules to say goodbye to her parents. Let her out as soon as possible." Meng Fuyao was drowsy, "There is no need to add more people, just enough."
"Yes, dismiss the harem." The Internal Affairs Bureau seriously remembered.
Meng Fuyao heard that something was wrong, and was about to ask, but was already overwhelmed by other people who were talking about it.
"Ma'am..."
"Ma'am..."
As things went on one by one, the Ministry of Rituals and the Bureau of Internal Affairs gradually came less, and the grandson Wuji seemed to be getting busier and busier, and the atmosphere in the palace gradually became a bit special, especially when Meng Fuyao, who was busy with his children, Ma Daha also noticed something was wrong. .
"Hey, it's not a festival, why are you hanging so many red lanterns?" Meng Fuyao got up early in the morning and was surprised by the colorful colors outside the window, so she poked her head out to look. The colorful silk under the eaves was of great interest, and the nanny obediently pulled a piece of it for her, and Princess Chunhua immediately tied it on her head.
Meng Fuyao patted her daughter's snow-white buttocks wearing crotch pants, and smiled: "It's so beautiful, like Guo Furong."
Changsun Chunhua saw the smile on the old lady's face, thought it must be a compliment, and immediately laughed out a front tooth that had just grown out. The mother and daughter smiled at each other. A gray rag was put on it—the gray mouse outfit, Master Yuan Bao hated it the most.
Master Yuan Bao didn't dare to use his 360-degree maneuver to chop the delicate buttocks of the serving young master, so he could only weep silently.
So, behind every successful Ultraman, there is a silently abused ingot monster...
Fortunately, someone soon rescued it from its predicament, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Mr. Yuan Bao, Otto was dissatisfied, and opened his mouth to bite, but found that the foreground in front of him flickered, and then fell on another person's lap.
Altman said twice, he was sure from his aura that this was the one he had to please, so he sat down obediently immediately.
Meng Fuyao turned around from the window and asked in surprise, "Why are you free to come here today?"
The eldest grandson Wuji hugged Ultraman, and pulled the queer with a deep face who was in meditation, while the eldest grandson Chunhua princess turned around telepathically as early as the moment he entered the door, and stuck to him like a butterfly.
Meng Fuyao glanced at her daughter and reconfirmed that this girl must be a born pervert!
I don't know who it is from!
"The big things are settled, of course I have time to come." Changsun Wuji hugged one in his arms and sat two on his knees, very satisfied with the feeling of fullness, he motioned to the accompanying palace servants to present the two rectangular boxes.
"What is this?" Meng Fuyao looked at the exquisite red sandalwood box, and had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Dress." Changsun Wuji answered leisurely while feeding his daughter Sutang.
Meng Fuyao slapped his forehead, and suddenly said: "I've been so busy lately that I forgot the bet I made, did the dress supervisor make it?"
She opened the box, and the authentic top-grade Yuehua brocade dangled like dark light flowing, pure and luxurious