Canglan Empress

Chapter 782
Rong Jin turned his head and kissed him: "I'm not out of my mind, I just said it casually."

If in the future there is a child with Yaohua and his blood on his body... I feel satisfied just thinking about it.

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

"You don't have to worry about the child's affairs for the time being." Yaohua leaned against the carriage, stretched his legs on Rong Jin's, "Let it be, I want to open it now."

Rong Jin stretched out his hand to pinch his leg, and said gently and considerately: "Anyway, it is impossible for a king of a country to have no heir. I can and must accept this."

Yaohua looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

"We've been playing outside for a few months, and when we go back to Yongjing, you can choose another woman to be crowned concubine." Rong Jin said lightly, "Or if you don't want to be troublesome, just choose a woman with an innocent background to favor and have a baby." Child, give her glory and wealth, or a stable life for the rest of her life..."

Rong Jin raised his eyes, his unfinished words came to an abrupt end under Yaohua's increasingly cold eyes, he shrank his neck and smiled dryly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yaohua said in a lukewarm tone, "I just didn't expect you to be so virtuous and generous."

Virtuous and generous?

"I won't set up a concubine again, and I won't let any woman have children." Yaohua closed his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "I'll talk about the issue of children later."

Rong Jin frowned and stared at him silently for a while.

It's the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year's Eve is approaching. The city of Minzhou is very lively, the market is crowded with people, and all kinds of shops and vendors are full of people, and the business is booming.

Before entering the city, Rong Jin and Yaohua got out of the carriage, and they strolled around the city, feeling the excitement before the New Year's Eve, and the people shopping before the New Year's Eve.

Chicken, duck, fish, cloth and clothing.

There are many juggling teams in the market, playing big knives, breathing fire, and stepping on hot wheels...

After walking a few steps, there are games of charades and throwing pots.

Rong Jin stood in front of the pitching pot and looked at it for a while, then asked Yaohua, "Do you want to play?"

Yaohua shook his head lightly: "Don't mess around, it's not easy for people to earn some money for the New Year."

(End of this chapter)