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Yuan Cixian was changed for a long time.
Lu Shiqing knew that she had been bored for a whole month and it was a rare opportunity for her to go out and enjoy the spring breeze. He didn't want to spoil her mood and thought that at most she would be a little late, which was no big deal, so he didn't rush her.
After all, the saint was relieved because he was not very active in the affairs of the Uighurs.
He had nothing to do, so he got up and went to see the child.
There were two rocking chairs side by side in the bedroom. Lu Yuanshu was sleeping, breathing evenly. Lu Yuanzhen was awake, staring at his sister with his eyes open. Perhaps he felt it was too tiring to lie flat and stare at her from the side, so he kicked his feet and shrugged his shoulders, trying to turn himself over and look sideways. However, his muscles were still too tender and he didn't have enough strength, so he couldn't turn over no matter how hard he tried, and his little face turned red from the effort.
Lu Shiqing saw through his intention and found it funny for a moment, so he stepped forward and helped his son turn over successfully.
But Lu Yuanzhen seemed not to like it. He looked at him aggrievedly, then tried to turn himself back.
It's really difficult.
Lu Shiqing had no choice but to push him flat again, and then saw him returning to his previous state of trying to turn over.
He understood. His son was stubborn and liked to rely on himself.
He stood aside and watched calmly, and when he finally managed to flip himself over with great effort, he reached out and picked him up, lowering his head and saying, "You are a little ancestor just like your mother. Are you satisfied now?"
Lu Yuanzhen didn't understand what he said and giggled at him, seeming to be very interested in the new official robe he was wearing. Her butt was resting on his arm, but her little hands climbed up his collar and scratched him.
Lu Shiqing glanced at his wrinkled collar and said, "Your mother just straightened it out." Then he pushed his little hand away and shook him, signaling him to behave himself.
But Lu Yuanzhen became unhappy. She pouted and looked like she was about to cry in front of him.
Lu Shiqing felt that he could spoil his daughter but not his son, and his face darkened, probably meaning "cry if you have the guts".
Then Lu Yuanzhen started crying, but not with his eyes.
When Lu Shiqing felt a dampness spreading in his arm, it was too late. Lu Yuanzhen urinated on his hand and felt refreshed.
"… "
When Yuan Cihan came out after changing her clothes, she saw Lu Shiqing throwing the child back into the stroller at high speed. She was so shocked that she held up his wet sleeve.
She reacted after a moment of shock, staring at him with eyes wide open. Then she looked at Lu Yuanzhen in the stroller, and saw her son still laughing like crazy, as if he didn't realize he had caused any disaster.
Yuan Cixian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and went forward, asking Shicui and Jianzhi to take care of the child quickly. Then, she picked up Lu Shiqing's clean sleeve and dragged him to the bathroom, saying, "How did you offend Yuan Zhen in just such a short time?"
She originally wanted to take care of her son, after all, Lu Shiqing was already such a big man. But when she thought of his mysophobia, it was not easy to leave him to two maids, so she personally pulled the stunned man over.
Lu Shiqing's face was so dark that you could grind out ink. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He paused, as if he finally remembered something. He turned around and was about to run to teach his son a lesson, but Yuan Cixian stopped him: "Come on, come on, you can't beat him up anymore, change your clothes!"
If he wasn't his biological son, Lu Shiqing would have probably exploded right now.
He endured it all the way, but when he reached the bathroom he suddenly realized: where would he get the clothes to change? He had just been promoted to a new position, and now he had only this brand new outfit!
Yuan Cixian obviously realized what was going on, and after staring at him for a while, she finally took off his belt. Even if he didn't have a change, he had to wash it. It wouldn't be good to go to the Uighur envoys with this smelly outfit.
However, the baby who was just full-term only drank breast milk, so it was actually quite clean, and there was no pungent smell. But Lu Shiqing couldn't get over his obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he fluttered his eyelashes, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes as she dressed and undressed him.
*
By the time the official robes were hastily baked dry, Yuan Cixian and Lu Shiqing had already entered the palace much too late, and had missed the grand occasion of Emperor Huining's visit to the envoys. They heard that the Uighur entourage had already settled down, and Princess Jiahu was invited by the Queen to enjoy the lake view by the Taiye Lake, accompanied by a group of princes, several clan relatives and officials.
Yuan Cixian knew immediately that the sage had given the burden of facilitating the marriage to the empress. Those princes of marriageable age were actually sent to Princess Jiahuo for selection. As for the relatives like the elder brother, and a few officials who were probably old, they were just going through the motions and serving as foils to make the scene less dry, and it would be best if the princess didn't see at a glance that they were calling her "son-in-law", lest she be shy and embarrassed.
When Yuan Cixian and Lu Shiqing approached Taiye Lake, there was a happy scene in the pavilion by the lake.
Sitting at the top was Empress Liang, and below her was probably the legendary Princess Jiahu. She was wearing a long dress with narrow sleeves and a folded collar with a white background and gold patterns. She had a high cone-shaped Uighur bun. She was adorned with pearls and jades. Her face was very delicate, with a high nose and deep eyes. Although her honey-colored skin did not quite conform to the aesthetics of the Great Zhou, it revealed a unique charm.
Looking around, she saw a circle of nobles from the royal family sitting there. The sixth and ninth princes were all there, and even the thirteenth prince had joined in the fun, eating fruit beside them. As for the number of young talents, it was several times more than when she met Zheng Zhuo in Furong Garden two years ago.
Seeing her look that he didn't know if it could be considered envy, Lu Shiqing tilted his head and asked, "Envy?"
Yuan Cixian hurriedly shook her head, looking very proud: "It's not the quantity that matters, it's the quality that matters. The best ones have been picked out for me, and the rest are lined up from Yanxing Gate to Xishi. What's there to envy?"
Lu Shiqing smiled with great satisfaction and brought her closer to him, thinking that he should really try to train her mouth after returning to see if he could squeeze out some honey.
The two of them had no intention of attracting everyone's attention, but they couldn't. In terms of status, one was the prime minister and the other was the daughter of a county prince. In terms of appearance, it was exaggerated. Before they approached, the pavilion was already bright. Therefore, many people cast their eyes in this direction, first looking at the promoted and proud Lu Shiqing, and then looking at his graceful and charming wife beside him.
Lu Shiqing also glanced at Yuan Cixian.
She said that yellow and purple go together very well, so she wore a skirt of this color. The skirt was not special in style, so it would not steal the show, but the color was eye-catching and set off her skin tone. If she hadn't had a flower ornament on her forehead and a bun on her head, she would have looked as young as an unmarried girl, as if you could pinch her to death if you looked at her too hard.
The choice of this dress is really very thoughtful. Looking at her makeup, it seems plain but is actually delicate, not heavy, which makes her look more natural and stunning.
Lu Shiqing now regretted bringing her out. In order to reassure her, he himself was now a little worried.
Let's not talk about others, let's talk about the Ninth Prince Zheng Pei. If he hadn't lost face because of seasickness in Furong Garden, he would have felt that he couldn't hold his head up in front of Yuan Cixian. Later, he was forced by the saint not to associate with her. Who knows how he would harass her. Now I don't know if he has completely given up the idea.
When the queen saw the two men coming, she greeted them warmly.
Lu Shiqing was the first to apologize for being late, but the Queen said it was not a big deal. Her eyes fell on his sleeves which were wrinkled for some reason, but she quickly looked away, asked them to sit down, and then introduced him to Princess Jiahu.
Jia Hu looked at them, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I know Minister Lu. I met him in the palace earlier." He then said to Yuan Cixian, "Is this really Madam Lu?"
Yuan Cixian kept smiling, but felt strange. Why didn't she look like him? But before she could think of anything, Jia Hu continued, "If it wasn't for the queen's introduction, I would have thought she was the young lady of the Lu Mansion. But when I calculated the age of Minister Lu, it doesn't seem to match."
"…" This is too much praise for her youth. Lu Shiqing is only six years older than her, and he hasn't given birth to a daughter that old yet.
Yuan Cixian turned her head and saw that his face was dark. But what could she say? She had to choose the occasion to be sweet and talkative. She was surrounded by royal nobles, so she had no choice but to go back and coax Lu Shiqing, who was regarded as her father. Now she just said "Princess, you are joking".
After she said this, she glanced at Yuan Yu across from her and saw a look of gloating. Then, as she walked further forward, she saw Zheng Zhuo also had a faint smile on his face.
Seeing this, she subconsciously glanced at his hand holding the teacup. He was using his left hand. His right hand was vaguely hidden in his wide sleeves, and the injury could not be seen.
Seeing her frown, Zheng Zhuo pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes open and clear, looking like he was comforting her.
When Yuan Cixian saw that smile, she felt even more upset.
She really couldn't put Zheng Zhuo like this together with the man who abandoned the donkey after he had done his work in her dream. She also remembered Lu Shiqing's earlier analysis that Zheng Zhuo's falling out with the Yuan family might just be a play arranged by him, and her heart became even more shaken. They had been together all the way, and he risked his life to save her on the night of her delivery. It was really unreasonable for her to regard him as an unforgivable person because of the voices of a few people in her dream.
Although she also knew the reason why Zheng Zhuo saved her at all costs that day, to put it bluntly, it was out of his friendship with Lu Shiqing.
It was because of him that Lu Shiqing went to the Uighurs to risk her life and win the support of the Khan. If something happened to her at this moment, he would be responsible for it. If she made the slightest mistake, he would not be able to see Lu Shiqing again.
But no matter why or for whom he saved her, she was indebted to him. She believed in returning a favor, and she couldn't feel at ease for a favor she couldn't repay.
After the last incident, she wanted to visit Zheng Zhuo, but she was half dead and couldn't walk. In addition, Lu Shiqing couldn't determine the reason for the leak of the secret passage, so he immediately gave up that path, sealed the mechanism, and temporarily cut off his secret contact with him. She could only learn about his recent situation through other people. Because the situation in the court was tense, the saint began to focus on the Lu family, so she didn't have the opportunity to talk to him in person after the confinement.
She was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a big hand coming over and gently holding her hand.
She tilted her head to look at Lu Shiqing, and saw that he smiled at her as if to comfort her, and then wrote a few words on the back of her hand: It's okay.
If it was Zheng Zhuo's injury, it was impossible for him to be completely fine. Yuan Cixian knew very well that such injuries would cause him to move his muscles. He would definitely not be able to use weapons skillfully in the future. The phrase "nothing" only meant that there would be no problem with his daily life.
She sighed dejectedly inwardly but did not show it on her face. She just pretended to be interested in listening to everyone's conversation and laughter.
The queen seemed to be talking about some gift at this time, and she noticed that there was a pile of exquisite boxes piled up next to Jiahu. It looked like the gifts prepared for her by several princes, one for each person, as if to please her.
It was just that it was impossible for all the princes to be so attentive, and it must be that they were all following the emperor's orders. It seemed that the sage had really taken great pains to facilitate this marriage, and had forced all his sons to do it.
She heard the Queen say, "Liu Lang is really thoughtful. Even before his injury healed, he took the time and effort to carve such a clever jade rabbit with his own hands."
Yuan Cixian choked up in her throat and thought, this is impossible, Zheng Zhuo can carve a jade pendant with one hand
Sure enough, he opened his mouth when he heard this, as if he wanted to explain that this was not carved by him, but he just asked someone to buy it. But seeing that the Queen had changed the subject, he could not say anything.
Yuan Cihan glanced at Lu Shiqing with an expression that said, "Great, great, there seems to be some mystery in this."
Lu Shiqing smiled faintly and pinched her hand bones, suggesting that she should not meddle in it.
The queen then asked Jiahu if she was satisfied with the toys she received. Jiahu nodded with a smile. Just when everyone thought she would say a few polite words, she said, "But there are still several people here who haven't given me any gifts yet."
An old minister accidentally uttered "uh".
This Uighur princess was straightforward in praising others and asking for things.
The queen had not expected her to say this, so she could only reply, "Yes, who else has prepared a gift? Hurry and present it."
Several officials and clan members looked embarrassed. The sage did not ask them to show their courtesy.
Just as everyone was watching each other, and the silence was a bit awkward, Jiahu freed herself and pointed to the person below her head and said, "This..." She paused halfway through her words, then smiled awkwardly, "General, whose last name I don't remember, what gift did you bring me?"
Yuan Yu, who was called, raised his head and looked left and right. He realized that everyone's eyes were focused on him. Then he reacted and pointed at his nose and said, "Me?"
Yuan Cixian was also stunned, and quickly winked at his brother. At this time, saying that he was not prepared would be unlucky, so he had to make one up!
Yuan Yu was of course not stupid. After receiving a hint from his sister, he quickly replied, "Thank you, Princess. The gift I prepared is not something that can be put on the table. It is just a few boxes of ointment made by my father. Legend has it that it can whiten the skin."
"..." Everyone was stunned. Oh my god, is Yuan Shichen really stupid? Wasn't this a hint that the princess's skin color was not white enough
Just when Yuan Cixian was holding his forehead with a headache, Jiahu, the head of the group, exclaimed in surprise and joy, then held his face with one hand and pointed at Yuan Yu with the other and said, "This is good, this is good! Give it to me to try!"
"… "
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