"Anyway, you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you must do your best for the sake of your child." Zixi's tone was faint, but it was inconsistent, "Don't do stupid things."

Chu Chen pursed his lips.

He didn't want to agree to such a thing at all.

But Zixi obviously did not give him a chance to refute, so he got up and walked to the bed, "Go to bed."

Chu Chen turned around, quietly stared at her back, trying hard to suppress the uneasiness that surged in his heart again, and did not speak anymore.

The next morning, when Zixi and Chu Chen got up, changed clothes and washed, they walked out, they saw Nan Mohao wearing black clothes standing outside the bedroom waiting.

The figure is as steep as a mountain, with an unignorable sense of oppression.

Seeing Zixi come out, he bowed his eyes respectfully.

The indifferent eyebrows couldn't tell the emotions, and I didn't know how long I slept last night, or didn't sleep at all.

Zixi nodded and the three of them moved to the front hall.

In addition to the imperial kitchen, Yonghua Palace also has an independent kitchen. Occasionally, when the emperor is hungry or is busy with government affairs, he does not want to bother the imperial kitchen with great fanfare, so he instructs the kitchen to make some simple food.

Today’s dumplings on the first day of the Lunar New Year are prepared in the kitchen.

When Zixi and Chu Chen got up to change their clothes, Qiu Yan ordered the kitchen to start preparing. Just as they packed up and went to the front hall, the hot dumplings came out of the pot.

Time is well mastered.

The first day of the Lunar New Year is a festive festival. When Zixi sat down at the dining table, he greeted Qiu Yan, Qing Dai, and the palace maids of Yonghua Palace: "Don't be polite. Qiu Yan sets two more tables in the side hall, and they all eat dumplings today."

Qiu Yan took the order, and the palace maids all thanked each other.

"Have the other palace servants prepared breakfast?" Zixi asked, "Have you ordered the imperial kitchen to prepare?"

Qiu Yan said: "Everything is ready. The imperial kitchen made a lot of dumplings overnight last night, with all kinds of stuffings, enough to eat. Don't worry, Your Majesty."

Zixi nodded and said nothing.

There were several plates of dumplings on the table, with all kinds of stuffings. Zixi used chopsticks to pick up a few dumplings for Chu Chen and a few for Nan Mohao. "Let go and eat, don't be restrained."

After saying that, I also put two of them in the small plate in front of me.

"Happy New Year." Zixi said, "After eating dumplings, do you want to go out to the palace to have a stroll?"

Chu Chen shook his head: "I don't want to."

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every household surrounds the hot kang and eats hot dumplings. The imperial city is deserted and there is nothing to watch.

Even if there are, they are all cheerful children.

The most lively thing was last night, but last night they were all staying in the palace, and the bright fireworks in the night sky bloomed for the middle of the night.

The tranquility has now returned to its original state.

Nan Mohao also shook his head silently.

He has never been a wandering person, and Zixi is pregnant now, so it is more reassuring to stay in the palace.

On the first day of the New Year, neither Chu Chen nor Nan Mohao handled the government affairs and accompanied Zixi to rest for a day in Yonghua Palace.

Play chess, read books, and talk.

Zixi looked through the Book of Songs and "Chu Ci", thinking about what name to give the child, and a day passed without realizing it.

In the bedroom at night, Zixi said lightly: "Uncle Emperor, tomorrow you send someone to the top of the Nine Pavilions and ask the Lord of the Nine Pavilions to enter the palace. I have something to ask him for advice."

Nan Mohao was silent for a moment: "I'll go there in person?"
Chapter completed!