Another world girl's farm group pet life

Chapter 247 Happy Dragon Boat Festival

Feng Yanmo saw him whimpering and really wanted to pat him like he was when he was a child, so as to save him from procrastinating there.

Wasn't he entering the palace in such a hurry so that he could finish the follow-up tasks earlier and go back to accompany his little wife?

Because of the drudgery this time, he has already missed his son's birthday party, and he has been running outside for so long, and he can't recover without rest for ten days and a half months. (In fact, he just thought that he hadn't been with his little wife for almost a year. This time he had to take a longer vacation, so that he could spend enough time with her at a time.)
"Got it, got it, my cousin won't run away again. Is there any need to be so anxious?" Feng Nanxuan's words became softer and softer. In fact, his little uncle couldn't hear the latter part, otherwise He will have to carry the rest of the memorial by himself every day.

When he became the emperor, he knew why he didn't like this position in his uncle?There are so many people staring at this position every day, and there is no freedom at all, and they are forced to correct the memorials here every day.

Sure enough, the little uncle is a smart person, he is stupid, so he was tricked by the father and the little uncle.

Thinking of this, Feng Nanxuan's whole face collapsed, as expected, he was young and had no human rights.

If the second and third princes heard about this, they would definitely have to pull him out and beat him up. They couldn't get the position with all their scheming and means. These two uncles and nephews actually despised him so much.

"Don't think that I didn't hear you muttering in a low voice. I warned you not to be Bibi, or I will beat you up." Feng Yanmo clenched his fist, turned around and left after threatening, leaving behind a look of bitterness and hatred. The emperor, facing the piles of memorials on the table, wanted to cry.

Feng Yanmo wanted to be merciful just now, tell him about what happened there, who knows that this guy has been procrastinating there, wasting his time, so he just ignored it.

It's fine for him to read it by himself, since he wrote ten memorials this time, all of which he squeezed out of time on the way back.

The emperor trusted him. During the more than a year in the local area, apart from occasionally writing letters to report his safety, he also told the emperor, what are they doing there?
I didn’t write any similar ones, and I just thought that I would make up these memorials when I came back. There are Guojiu and Yan Zhongshu in the court who can definitely overwhelm the whole court, so he didn’t spend a lot of time outside this year. Worried about the situation in North Korea and China.

"No, little uncle, wait a minute..." Feng Nanxuan suddenly remembered that he hadn't told his little uncle about the second prince and An Guogong forcing the palace?

It's just that he hasn't finished talking on this side, and there is no one on the other side. No matter how loud he yells, his little uncle still hasn't stopped.

Feng Yanmo hurried back to the palace, where he had received the news of his return and had prepared meals and bath water for him.

Although he really wanted to see his little wife and fat son soon, he still held back and cleaned himself up and had a full meal before going back to the bedroom.

The little fat man has already fallen asleep, and the weather is relatively hot now. This little guy is sleeping soundly while snoring while basking in his bulging belly.

The little daughter-in-law was sitting at the desk, as if she was reading a book, or looking at the ledger, when she heard the sound of the door being pushed, she raised her head to look at him.

After Feng Yanmo closed the door, he walked cautiously to the side of the little daughter-in-law, stretched out his arms to hug him, and leaned his whole head on the little daughter-in-law's shoulder: "Yun'er, I'm back."

"Well, I thought you planned to take root in the Northland?" Yan Qin gave him a teasing look.

"That can't, where are you? Where does my family live, don't try to get rid of me." Feng Yanmo clenched his hands tightly, picked him up from the chair, and faced her face to face.

"Really? Then think about it, you have written a few letters to your family in the past ten months. I thought you had a baby over there, so you forgot about us." Yan Qin was a little self-willed, although he knew that he was going out with a mission, but in the past ten months, there were only five letters in total.

She was so worried that she didn't know where to start. With the huge palace on her side, plus the dowry shops given by the fat boy and grandmother, she couldn't find time to go to the north to find him.

As a result, he has been away for ten months, that is, the five letters reporting his safety, if he hadn't received one letter every two months, she would have been worried that this person had disappeared.

Transportation was inconvenient in ancient times, so it is not convenient here. Even a letter can take more than half a month to be delivered. Unlike modern times, where can we go?A plane can travel thousands of miles in a few hours.

"Yun'er, there is no one, who are you listening to nonsense? I have been living like an ascetic for the past ten months. If you don't believe me, you can ask your brother. I go out early and return late every day, and I do errands at the yamen. "Feng Yanmo hurriedly explained that he wasn't too keen on that kind of thing, no, he didn't like to have physical contact with other women, even his own mother, except for the young daughter-in-law.

Not to mention that there are still a few of his brothers-in-law watching, even without her, he wouldn't make someone for himself, it's too bad.

Yan Qin knew that in ancient times, no matter whether they were going out to be officials or on business, those subordinates were very good at looking at people's faces to give people concubines or roommates. Although Yan Qin believed in her heart that Feng Yanmo would not accept it, she still couldn't bear it. I just want to sour him.

Feng Yanmo proved by himself that he had been an ascetic monk for ten months, but Yan Qin couldn't get up the next day, so he could only stare angrily at Feng Yanmo, who was full of happiness, got up, put on his own clothes, and put on his face. Satisfied looking at her.

Stretching out his feet, he pushed the fat son directly to his feet, grabbed his quilt and turned over, wrapped himself up and prepared to continue lying down.

The little fat man was rolled around by his mother's feet, and he thought it was his mother playing with him, giggling over there.

After Feng Yanmo got dressed, he picked up the little fat boy from the bed. The fat boy was more than one year old, with a big white and tender face, his arms were like lotus root joints, and his fingers were full of flesh.

After being picked up, his eyes rolled around, looking at the unfamiliar person in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to pull him away.

Feng Yanmo competed with the little fat man, but the little fat man couldn't get away from the stranger in front of him who was disturbing his play with his mother, so he reached out to pat his face, and struggled to get back on the bed.

Feng Yanmo didn't let him get what he wanted. The little daughter-in-law was tired last night, so she couldn't let the little fat man disturb her little daughter-in-law's rest. He hugged the little fat man who hadn't changed yet, and went straight out of the bedroom.

The maid at the door saw the prince and didn't change the clothes for the little prince, so she hurriedly reached out to hug the little fat man, but was dodged.

"It's okay, I just need to hug him. Go and prepare clothes for him. It's too hot, don't wear too many clothes for him, be careful to cover up the prickly heat." Feng Yanmo didn't know what clothes the little fat man was going to wear, so he didn't give him any clothes. changed.

(End of this chapter)