My Empress is My Bad Girl

"I am also one hundred. One hundred taels of silver is not better than your one hundred copper coins?"

"..." Zhao Yuanjing was speechless.

He turned to touch Qian'er and the toddler's pillows.

The two of them were young and didn't have a pillow, but there was a small blanket under their heads. Sure enough, there was a silver ticket under the blanket.

"Quickly put it back," Yundai hurriedly stuffed them the cash receipts under their pillows, "Tonight is New Year's Eve. If there is no lucky money, the children will have nightmares."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "I really saw someone take a banknote to make a new year's money for a child for the first time in my life."

"That's because the emperor has little knowledge." Yun Dai smiled and stretched out her hand, "Get it."

"Ok?"

"Where's the New Year's Eve for my concubine?" Yun Dai opened her round lychee eyes, "Is the emperor not prepared?"

"New year's money... isn't it for the elders to the younger generations?" Zhao Yuanjing was dumbfounded.

"New Year's red envelope."

"This is true." Zhao Yuanjing immediately took out a small red envelope from the cuff, put it in her palm, and looked at her expectantly.

The little red envelope is light and fluttering, it can't be gold or silver.

Is it also a silver ticket?

Yun Dai looked forward to opening the red envelope, and a piece of paper fell out of it.

At a glance, it was not a silver ticket.

She glanced at Zhao Yuanjing, picked up the paper, and found that the word "Fu" was written on it.

What the **** is this?

She raised it up: "This is the red envelope given by the emperor?"

"That's right." Zhao Yuanjing didn't notice her weird look at all, and was very proud. "The only one I gave you was handwritten by me. The others are called Liu Dequan and Xu Hu's ghostwriter."

"Other? Did you give it back to someone else?"

"Yes, one by one."

"...Oh." Yun Dai put down the word fortune and told the nurses to watch the children, and then turned back to the house.

Zhao Yuanjing followed, looked at her face, and asked, "What's the matter? Not happy?"

"happy."

"I don't think so."

"The emperor is what he says."

"..." Zhao Yuanjing took her by the arm and pulled her into his arms, "It's a good idea, what's wrong? Didn't you say that there is something that you didn't hide? You have to explain why you are not happy."

"For those who celebrate the New Year, just give a blessing... or just like others."

"It turned out to be for this?" Zhao Yuanjing smiled, "This is the tradition of the royal family. As an emperor, you have to give red envelopes to your courtiers. In previous years, the father and the emperor wrote by hand. I was too lazy to write, and only wrote one to you. , Liu Dequan and the others wrote them all. Are you still angry about this little thing?"

"Also to the courtiers?"

"Yes."

"It turns out that the emperors were stingy and refused to make money, so they wrote a word. Haha." Yun Dai was happy.

Zhao Yuanjing: "..."

Although he just followed the tradition, in the beginning... probably because of this.

The emperor's family has no surplus food either.

Yun Dai returned to the bedroom, drew out a bright yellow delicate purse, and said: "This is my New Year gift to the emperor."

Zhao Yuanjing was overjoyed in his heart, took the purse and looked at it over and over for a while, and found that the embroidery and characters on the purse were still very delicate.

"Who embroidered it for you?"

"What? I embroidered it myself."

"When has the embroidery work been so good?"

"Practiced. Is this kind of thing difficult? Practice makes perfect, and it will get better and better." Yun Dai was extremely proud, "Come on, I will replace the old one for you."