Both Yuan Yongyi and Rong Yue didn't understand these words. They just thought it was an ordinary problem. After all, the future is too far, and the most real is now.
Yu Wenhao was drunk and was sent back to Xiaoyue Pavilion, Yuan Qingling stopped chatting, and went back to take care of the fifth.
The fifth half was lying on the side of the bed, and Tang Yang said helplessly: "Send to the bed, he fell asleep like this again."
Yuan Qing Ling smiled, "Does this posture look familiar?"
Tang Yang looked at the way he was lying on the bed with his butt pouted, and he felt very familiar, and nodded, "Like the king of Chu who was beaten!"
"Who dares to hit this king's board?" Yu Wenhao turned her head and raised her hand indiscriminately, and then reached out and pulled a pillow over and placed it on her chin. After a second murmur, she didn't know what he muttered, so she just lay down. Going to sleep.
Yuan Qingling smiled at what he saw and said to Tang Yang: "I'll take care of him. You have also drunk a lot. Go back and have a rest!"
Tang Yang said: "Well, the humble job is gone!"
After Tang Yang left, Yuan Qingling reached out and patted him on the back, "Lie down and kicked my stomach."
The old fifth was originally asleep, hearing the words, he almost subconsciously retracted his feet and moved to the bed, and then turned over carefully, opened his haunted eyes, "Kicked it?"
Yuan Qingling sat on the edge of the bed, took a handkerchief and wiped his face, "I didn't kick, why did I drink so much? I was so drunk as a cat!"
Yu Wenhao looked at her with a smile, "Happy!"
He patted his chest and breathed out a few sips of alcohol, "Happy, I am happy today, and I have a good drink."
He took Yuan Qingling's hand, his eyes were red after drunk, and his eyes blurred, "Lao Yuan, I'm glad you know? I'm so happy, so happy."
"Because Lord Leng became the first assistant?" Yuan Qingling looked at him and asked.
"Water conservancy, urgently... repairing roads is also urgent. This king was awkward before. He was full of ambitions and wanted to do anything, but he couldn't do anything." He bent slightly and pulled out his hair crown." I am not dissatisfied with my father, but what I want to do, my father does not support, compromises on small things, obstructs big things, the Huaijiang River is flooded every year, and the middle and lower reaches of the Huaijiang River have been losing crops for years. That’s my granary in the Northern Tang Dynasty. Why is Beitang still so poor? It's because the water conservancy has not been well done, the death of drought due to drought, and the death due to waterlogging..."
He spoke vaguely, unable to speak clearly, but Yuan Qingling still heard him all.
"You can do it in the future, you can do it in the future, you can do it... happy, drink..." On the side of his head, his eyes closed, but his mouth was still open, he just fell asleep like this.
Yuan Qingling was both funny and sad to hear. He leaned over and wanted to kiss him, but his belly was so big that he couldn't bend down, so he could only stretch out his hand to touch his face.
"Oh, wow..." The old fifth suddenly opened his eyes and pulled her hand. He moved his head vigorously to the side of the bed, kicked his feet in the ground like a grin, and waited for the half of his body to hang on the side of the bed. , But only a long hiccup of wine, did not spit it out, and lay back weakly.
On the contrary, Yuan Qingling was almost spit out by the alcohol!
After the old five woke up, the sun was already westward.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old Yuan who was writing something in the room. He still felt a little dizzy in his head, but it was not so uncomfortable. He sat up cross-legged for luck and felt more comfortable.
"Wake up?" Yuan Qingling put down the pen and looked at him with his chin, "Do you want to have another glass of soul-returning wine?"
The old five felt sick for a while, "No, no, stop drinking."
After being drunk, I feel like vomiting when I hear alcohol words.
"Lu Ya, bring him the porridge!" Yuan Qingling stood up and shouted to the outside. A crisp voice of Lu Ya, "Yes!"
Yu Wenhao got out of bed and hugged Yuan Qingling in the past, "My wife is still considerate, knowing that I am hungry and want to eat porridge."
"Don't drink so much in the future to hurt your body!" Yuan Qingling held the hand that came around him from behind, and leaned her head in his arms. "When the children see you, you have to learn something."
"Know!" Yu Wenhao kissed her hair, turned around and sat in front of her, looking at what she had just written, "What is this?"
"I wrote down what you said after drinking!" Yuan Qingling looked at him with a smile, "You said that water conservancy and road construction are the top priorities for future development. It is estimated that what you have to do next is These two things."
"No need to write it down, I remember it myself!" Yu Wenhao rubbed his eyebrows and smiled at her.
"It's not for you, but the emperor's grandfather and Shoufu want me to report it regularly!" Yuan Qingling said with a smile.
Yu Wenhao smiled and said: "Why? I went to the other courtyard and still can't let go of political affairs?"
"I've been working my whole life, how can I just let it go? Don't get me wrong, they don't want to supervise how you do things, they just want to know."
Yu Wenhao said: "What's my misunderstanding? They can let you report it at any time to prove that they are in the palace or even in the court, and they don't leave spies. This is a proof of their letting go."
Yuan Qingling said: "I sent someone to deliver the letter, and I have to go with my grandma in two days to adjust the prescription for the first assistant."
The green bud porridge came up, Yu Wenhao ate it, and asked, "Shoufu's eyes, will it really be good?"
"It's the same sentence, you have to observe!" Yuan Qingling sighed.
Now Shoufu’s eyes have become her most worried thing. In other words, she is not the most worried about the eyes, or that the blood clot will move or there will be slow bleeding, the blood clot will increase, and then the blood vessels or other nerve lines will be compressed. Lead to more serious consequences.
When the time comes, more than just blindness.
"He will be fine, don't worry!" Yu Wenhao comforted her.
"Yes, it's rare for him to have a birthday for a few days. God won't be so unfair to him!" Yuan Qingling looked at him and urged: "Eat, eat more!"
Yu Wenhao finished the porridge three times and pushed the bowl, "Look at the kid!"
The bun is taking Erbao to recognize characters. Erbao is very well-behaved. He reads word by word. Tangyuan is already reading the script. Tangyang gave him the script. He was fascinated by it, and his parents are here. He didn't know, it was Nuomi yelling that he raised his head, his eyes narrowed.
"What book do you read?" Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand and took it over. Seeing that it was a small notebook circulated in the market, he suddenly lost interest and stuffed him back.
He took the glutinous rice balls back, rubbed his eyes, and started to Amway, "Father, this book is good. It is about a scholar who is going to Beijing to rush for the exam, and he has the help of a woman. He promised to go back to marry this woman after high school. As a result..."
Yu Wenhao raised his hand, "This kind of routine can be guessed. It must be this scholar who abandoned his original promise after high school and married Miss Noble as his wife, right?"
Tangyuan looked at him, dumbfounded. Could this be the generation gap that uncle said? Such an old-fashioned plot has long ceased to be popular, and Dad is so catchy, his head is really broken.