The emperor came late that night, and Wanxi had already gotten into the bed. Seeing the emperor coming in, she covered her mouth and smiled.

These two days are the 23rd and 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is the young New Year again. The royal family wants to sacrifice to the kitchen; the emperor outside wants to lead the ministers to seal the government offices and then give him a banquet. The emperor is busy, and Wanxi is also busy in the inner court.

The emperor saw Wanxi laughing there and snorted, "That's how I laugh, it's obvious that I'm holding my water."

Wanxi then laughed, "A servant can't compare to the emperor in anything."

The emperor pulled out his boots halfway, then suddenly turned around and reached out to pat Wanxi's head, "Hey, is this saying that I am worse than you?"

Wanxi quickly leaned into the emperor's arms, lay on his knees, and reached out to help him take off his shoes.

The emperor patted her again, "Are you taking off your boots from this direction? Go back to the quilt, your shoulders and heads were blown by the wind."

Wanxi didn't retreat, so she pulled the quilt over, covered her shoulders and head, and wrapped the emperor's legs halfway.

She was so tired of the emperor's arms that she refused to come down.

The emperor hugged her, pinched her jaw and kissed her mouth for a while.

"What's wrong? I miss you, huh?"

Xiao Shiwu was born in October, and it is less than three months old. Wanxi's body is naturally inconvenient, so she has never dared to get close to the emperor for more than two months.

Wanxi hugged the emperor, like a child, without words, and just pressed her cheek against the emperor's cheek and rubbed it.

The emperor let out a sigh of relief, carried Wanxi back to the kang, and placed her steadily back into the quilt. Then he lay down, held Wanxi's face, and raised her to kiss her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips.

The warm trunk is as warm as spring, and the kang is even warmer. There is anger under the kang hole, and the red sandalwood kang cover and tent on the edge of the kang are sealed in the kang at all times, which makes people feel dry and hot all over, and even the tip of their nose is filled with fine sweat the size of rice beads.

With such warmth, Wanxi couldn't help but have dyed red with her cheeks, her cherry color, and her eyes were glossy; while her head was covered with dark clouds, and she was only sent to her with a dragon-headed hairpin with a colored ancient jade, showing her soft and charming posture.

The emperor lowered his eyes and stared at him, his heartbeat was already pounding.

He did not forget his age, and did not forget to follow the method of Tantric practice. If he wanted to achieve a long life, he would have to restrain his emotions from this age.

But...what should he do? When he faces Jiuer like this and Xiaouer like this, he can't control himself.

Although he knew that she had lost two children in a row and gave birth to Xiao Fifteen, her body should need more circumstances to raise her, and he should not be impatient; but what should he do? According to his experience of his years, the longest period he could control her can only last more than two months.

In the third month, he couldn't stand it anyway; otherwise, how could there be several children in the front, all of which had just three months of birth.

Now, the limit has come again; the person in front of him is so delicious... It's not that he has a weak concentration, but as long as the concentration touches her, it will all become a sweet stove candy. It seems hard, but in fact, it will collapse and become shattered with a slight touch.

He couldn't help but even though he didn't lift his quilt, he tried his best to sneak under the quilt and rub into Wanxi's quilt bit by bit.

Fortunately, Wanxi was so charming that she was kissed by him that she was already fascinated by her eyes, and her eyes were blurred and closed, so she could not find out the signs of him in time.

After her body was pressed against each other, Wanxi quietly gasped, and he had already covered her gently.

Wanxi was finally nervous, and what was even more embarrassed was that she was still nurturing Xiao Shiwu himself, so she couldn't help but squeeze her body.

Wanxi even... couldn't help but think of the cows in the farm. The milk farmers under the inner management squeezed and pressed them on time every day, and the milk flowed down by itself.

Oh... She really couldn't control her strange association, and was really afraid that she would become like that later.

She then carefully refused, cared about her head, stopped her head, and gasped slightly, and her face became even redder.

"My master... I'll be serious, I can't do it."

The emperor himself understood the time, so he just coaxed her and said softly, "I know that it's less than three months. But you think, if it's three months, it's going to be on the sixth day of the first lunar month, and that's next year. My 50th birthday this year, there are only the last few days left. If it's going to be on the sixth day of the first lunar month, then it's over."

What the emperor said was also heartbroken.

Yes, Xiao Shiwu was born on the 50th birthday of the emperor, but the month when he sat down was in the first lunar month. The emperor himself said it was the story of the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month... That is to say, from the first lunar month to the end of the twelfth month, the emperor could no longer get close to her.

When I was pregnant with a few children, after the birth was four months old, the emperor was still close to her; but this year was always special. First of all, I just lost a child and lost a little deer in spring, so her body was more difficult than the previous births, so the emperor also cared about her and did not do too much trouble.

Her master, although she is fifty years old, looks only forty years old. The man who is well-maintained and strong and healthy has endured from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. In this harem, in such a long-lasting year, only she is pregnant and no one else is qualified to get a share of the pie... If her heart is like this, how could she bear to ask him to endure it again?

Wanxi took a deep breath, held his face and gently slid it, but tilted her head, bit the collar with her teeth, and pulled it away.

The moonlight was hazy tonight, but it was just right. Wanxi, shy and timid, took off all her clothes under the emperor's gaze.

At that moment, if white jade comes out of the box, the crescent moon draws its eyebrows. It is graceful and light, but the jade light is flowing.

The emperor stared at the person in front of him, his throat was already dry.

Wanxi raised her eyes shyly and glanced at the emperor, then quickly reached out to hug the emperor's neck and slid into the emperor's arms.

He took the initiative to bite his ear, and only begged softly in his ear, "...Master, Wang Anshi said, 'The clear water of the pupat leaves, the apricot blossoms and the warm wind'"

The emperor's breathing was already slapped. At this moment, Zique made Wanxi's words so funny that he couldn't help laughing. He slapped her back with a big palm, "Qingqian, but why are you talking about Wang Anshi now, huh?"

Wanxi also smiled, and her fingertips drew circles in the emperor's heart. "Slave is trying to say, 'You should be a rock, and I should be a reed. The reed is as silk as silk, and the rock has no transfer."

The emperor sighed with satisfaction, but no longer cared about speaking and buried himself.

Tonight, the moon is like eyebrows, but the person is perfect.

Because I haven't been so perfectly close to me for too long, I succeeded once. The emperor lay down but still couldn't calm him down.

My heart was still beating hot, and my body was even more excited.

But the emperor always had to take care of Wanxi's body, and could only recite the Buddha's verse silently in his heart to calm his mind.

However, all this could not be hidden from Wanxi. Wanxi deliberately laid on the emperor, her head resting on the emperor's heart, and his gurgling heartbeat was under his ears.

He let his heart beat nowhere to hide, Wanxi laughed like a child with naughty and complacent smile, but she just couldn't hold it out; the emperor naturally understood that he couldn't push it away, so he had to let her go.

He just spoiled her like this, and was a mother of five children, and was over thirty years old. But when she acted like this in front of him, she would always be the little girl who was sixteen years younger than him.

He was doting like a little girl like a little daughter, and there was no need to be deliberate.

The emperor snorted softly, reached out to stroke her dark clouds, and groaned, "You are still laughing? Your heartbeats so fast, but it was actually because of your little head. I told you to hold your breath like this."

Wanxi only laughed, but didn't say anything. She just reached out her hand naughtyly, searched for a slightly curled hair there with the tip of her finger, quietly circled it around and wrapped it around the tip of her finger.

The emperor felt a little painful, but then he felt sweet. He no longer explained this, and he let her go.

At this moment, silence is better than sound.

After a while, Wanxi laughed out loud.

The emperor asked quickly, "I smiled badly now. From now on, you laughed like this as soon as my master comes in. Can you tell me why I laughed?"

Wanxi smiled for a while before looking up at the emperor, biting her lips and smiling, "Master, why did the court choose a prince's rule?"

The emperor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, deliberately staggered his eyes, and said slowly, "It's a fixed way, but there is no rule that must not be changed. In short, according to the ancestral rules of our Manchu-Mongolian marriage, we usually have to choose Mongolian princes."

"Since the time of the second year of Qianlong, the emperor issued an order to seize the title of the kings of the Mongolian banners, Beile, Beizi, the sons of the princess and princesses who married into Mongolia, and the descendants of princesses and princesses who married into Mongolia, were selected as fifteen years old and under twenty years old, with a growth appearance, smart and handsome appearance, and could refer to Taiji, Tabunang, etc., and they were marked with their titles, eight characters, year names, etc., and were sent to the Lifan Courtyard within the first month of winter every year."

"In this case, if there is a disability accident, the Zasak Department will issue a seal guarantee letter and report it to the vassal court and expel him."

"When those who have reported to him inside, they will ask their fathers and brothers to bow their heads and pay tribute to the emperor during the New Year Festival, they must bring them to their husbands."

Wanxi listened carefully and smiled quietly.

"Because the marriage of the royal family, there is a matter of choosing the Eight Banners women; and in order to marry princesses, princesses, and royal family women, there are such rules to be used to refer to the princesses. This sounds like a men's version of the talent show."

The emperor snorted and laughed, "The meaning is similar. In short, our royal children, both men and women, must be as cautious in their marriage."

Wanxi held her chin and thought for a while, "It turns out that it's only the princes under the age of fifteen and under the age of twenty who are under the age of twenty to report to the vassal court. Then we, Lawang, were only two years old at that time..."

The emperor snorted lightly, and his palm covered Wanxi's eyes, "Rules are rules, and people's hearts are people's hearts. According to my own opinion, it is actually a bit older than fifteen years old. Some of the Mongolian boys have already been included in their concubines at the age of fifteen, and some have even become amazed."

"I chose it for us Xiaoqi, but it will naturally be the same as Xiaoqi. Secondly, my husband must call Xiaoqi's husband and I have grown up with Xiaoqi since I was a child. Let us two see their relationship develop with us and be deeper, so that I can feel at ease to be formally assigned."

Wan Xi nodded with a smile, "My grandma has always been such a good man. When my mother chose Long Ge for the Fourth Princess, they were only four years old. Now that we, Jiuji, have celebrated two birthdays, I can't help but think, will Jiuji be like this in the future, Jiuji's marriage?"

But the emperor snorted, turned over, and turned his face over.

Wanxi couldn't help but make a face behind the emperor, moved forward, holding the emperor's shoulders.

"Why didn't you say it?"

The emperor closed his eyes and shrugged, "Although Jiujiu is two years old, it's still early. Xiaoqifing is too early to get married, so you can't bear it back then; when Jiujiu comes, we'll just be late."

"Even if you want to ask your son-in-law to cultivate love together since childhood, you don't have to hurry up. It's not too late to consider the candidates around the age of four!"

Wanxi lowered her head and thought about it, then she also said "Oh" and really lay back obediently.

"If I say that, I won't ask anymore. I think I'm overthinking it."

Wanxi lay down and pretended to close her eyes, she was already half asleep.

The emperor moved his ward in the quilt, and his shoulders and pillows still rubbed with a rustling sound. Although it was light, it was right in his ears and it was impossible not to hear it.

Wanxi was not in a hurry, so she simply couldn't ask anything even if she asked, and just waited for the emperor to be unable to bear it.

Sure enough, the emperor turned around slowly and turned back, his eyes falling lightly on her, "...Jiu'er, are you asleep?"

Wanxi closed her eyes and muttered, "Well, I'm asleep, I'm already dreaming."

The emperor laughed out loud, reached out and twisted Wanxi's mouth, "I've said halfway, but I can't sleep. Tell me, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Wanxi covered her face with a quilt and deliberately dodged, "My... I spared me. The slave has just been tortured by me. I am so sleepy. Please let me sleep with you."

The emperor refused to obey, so he simply leaned forward and closed her mouth with his mouth, and pinched her nose with two fingers left and right...

Wanxi was so suffocated that she had nowhere to escape. She kicked her legs and shouted, "Master! And you bully people like this!"

The old emperor and god relaxed his hand on the ground, "There is no emperor in the tent... Why don't you say it quickly? If you don't say it, you will tickle you."

Wanxi's whole body was so soft that she was spread like a pool of malt sugar under the emperor's hand, and she had to beg for mercy, "I said, I'll spare me."
To be continued...