The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 521 Courtiers Birth, Rong Jin Doesn't Want Little Troubles

Rong Jin, the great Chu emperor, was only nineteen years old. He ascended the throne for half a year, recovered Xiling and the Northern Wei Dynasty one after another, unified the world, and changed the name of the country to He.

In the first year of Yamato, a thousand wastes are waiting for prosperity.

An organization called the Alliance appeared in the eyes of the public. They helped the people build roads and bridges, and assist in farming. The world showed a scene of prosperity.

Rong Jin didn't choose talent, he didn't accept concubines, and after the courtiers gave up their thoughts of stuffing him into the harem, they began to think of ways to give birth.

"Your Majesty, the crown prince is related to the fate of the country, so we must pay attention to it."

"Your Majesty is at the peak of spring and autumn, and your majesty and empress will give birth to a dragon son for the Yamato Kingdom as soon as possible."

Every morning, no matter what they were talking about, they would eventually turn to giving birth, Rong Jin was very annoyed by this.

When he returned to Hanzhang Palace, Wei Zhao was still sleeping.

Qin Chi carried a pile of memorials into the study, and Rong Jin entered the bedroom.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes when he heard footsteps, "Have you dispersed?"

When she remembered, Rong Jin sat down beside the bed, "Continue to sleep?"

Wei Zhao stretched, "I'm not very sleepy anymore."

Rong Jin took off his coat and hugged her, "I'll sleep with you for a while."

Wei Zhao yawned, "Oh, that's fine."

I don't know what's going on, she can't wake up recently, she used to be able to wake up when Rong Jin went to court, but now that he's gone, she can still sleep.

Rong Jin lay down, took her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

He only likes Zhao'er, what kind of crown prince, Long Zi, he doesn't like to make a little trouble and come out to snatch Zhao'er.

When I woke up again, it was already high in the sun.

Rong Jin was dealing with the memorial in the study, and several people from Qingwu Mountain sat in the yard with Xin Yi and Qin Chi, eating and drinking.

Except for Qin Chi who seemed a little uncomfortable, the others were very contented.

The few on Qingwu Mountain were very careless when they were on the mountain before. If it weren't for accompanying their master to fulfill Master Qingdeng's last wish, they could have stayed on the mountain to eat and die.

Xin Yi has lived in the valley since he was a child, and his only interest is making Gu. There are not so many rules in the valley, and he also has some freedom and slack like Cyan Xiang and others.

Qin Chi was different, he followed Rong Jin since he was a child, he had to pay attention to the etiquette and rules, and he rarely ate and drank lazily in such a posture.

Yingshi put the newly prepared cold drink in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, there are no rules and masters here, so you can do whatever you want."

Qin Chi glanced at the place on his shoulder that was photographed, and there was a touch of tenderness on his expressionless face. He took a sip of the cold drink, it was cool and sweet, "It's delicious."

Yingshi smiled, "Of course, there are some things that are made by me that don't taste good?"

Qin Chi: "No."

"puff--"

Yan Xiang laughed out loud, looked back and forth between Ying Shi and Qin Chi several times, and finally settled on Qin Chi's face, "Qin Chi, is your mouth so sweet today because you drank the water prepared by Ying Shi? ?”

Before Qin Chi could respond, Yingshi raised his hand and threw a fruit over, "Canxiang, cold drinks can't stop your mouth, right? Look at the trick."

She threw the fruit over one after another, and Cyan Xiang didn't try to hide very carefully, and was hit a few times.

When another fruit was thrown over, a tall figure stood in front of her.

Cyan Xiang looked up and saw Xin Yi's delicate face.

Xin Yi was still holding Dabai in his hand, meeting Cyan Xiang's gaze, he smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Xiang rolled her eyes, "Why do you block if you know it won't hurt, if it hurts, I won't hide myself?"

Xin Yi scratched his head, "That's right," he took a step away, and a bright red fruit hit Cyan Xiang's forehead.

(End of this chapter)