Mu Yuante looked at her infatuated and melancholy face, and his heart welled up with sweetness and sadness. He said no more, but just hugged Lu Minglan tighter.
"Lan'er," Mu Yuante suddenly said after a while, "when our child was born, it was spring and the flowers were blooming."
"Yes, May is the best day of the year." Lu Minglan couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.
"When you are out of confinement, I will take you and your child to the dam to see the flowers. At that time, the grassland is the most beautiful and all the flowers are in bloom," Mu Yuante said, leaning forward to look for Lu Minglu's lips. Then he posted it, "When the time comes, I will make a garland for you."
"Okay, I want flowers of all colors." Lu Minglan hugged the man's neck and accepted the man's kiss. Because of Mu Yuante's deliberate avoidance, they hadn't been so intimate for a long time. Lu Minglan only felt that this The kiss was really sweet and gentle, and she couldn't help but laugh again just as they kissed.
Mu Yuante had no choice but to end the kiss, feeling a little annoyed: "What's wrong? You kept laughing."
"I think it's a good idea to say it now, but I'm afraid I'll end up in trouble again. Either you were too busy to leave, or I was too busy with children to keep my feet from getting muddy," Lu Minglan said with a smile. At the same time, she couldn't help but sigh softly, a little regretful, "I didn't feel that much when I gave birth to Nanzhi and Nanshan. I just gave birth to them. What else can I do? Now I have to give birth to a cub again, but I found that there are There are so many things to prepare for, and it feels like I am a mother for the first time.”
Mu Yuante knew how she was feeling, and while smoothing her messy forehead, he said: "I heard that Nanzhi's personal maid Jixiang recognized Song Fu as his adoptive father. This time he came to Beidi with Song Tong. Why don't you invite her into the palace to accompany you? Tell you something about Nanzhi?"
"Forget it, I heard that the girl's mother is seriously ill, and Song Tong's father is also in poor health. She has to run around taking care of her, so I'm afraid it won't be convenient for her to enter the palace. Moreover, Mrs. Song is newly deceased. She's busy, so I won't We'll make trouble for her, let's talk about it later." At this point, Lu Minglan paused and said, "I heard that Song Tong intends to resign and return to work?"
Mu Yuante's voice was a little deep: "Mrs. Song's new death made him feel depressed for a while. I didn't allow it, but I have approved him to rest for half a year, so he can adjust well."
Lu Minglan nodded: "I heard that the couple had a very deep relationship. Mrs. Song was also pitiful. She was newly mourned at the end of the year, and she had one corpse and three lives."
As Lu Minglan spoke, he couldn't help but touch his belly, but was held by a pair of big hands. Mu Yuante hugged Lu Minglan tighter and put his head on Lu Minglan's shoulder. He whispered softly in her ear: "Don't think wildly."
Lu Minglan curled her lips, turned her face and kissed the man's lips, while saying: "You are not allowed to think wildly, but are you allowed to move your hands or feet?"
Mu Yuante: “…”
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New Year's Eve of the first year of Tianding.
Tibet.
Northwest Army Barracks.
As in previous years, Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun spent New Year's Eve with a group of soldiers, but they changed the place, the type of wine, and the mood. Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun did not drink less, but they were in a really good mood. Okay, Zhao Jingting was summoned by the deputy general below to go over to play guessing games. Xie Lun was tired in bed last night. At this time, his waist was a little weak, so he leaned on the plush carpet and was unwilling to move, watching from a distance. Zhao Jingting smiled and took a sip of wine from time to time.