Mu Zhan and Wen Mingyu originally wanted to give them a docile cat or dog, but Xiao Lajiao raised her hand with bright eyes and said, "I want to raise a chicken!"

Wen Mingyu and the others were stunned.

Xiao Jiancai also analyzed it seriously and thought it was feasible. She could still eat it if she was raised. The little pepper was so angry that she couldn't say she could eat it.

Finally, Xiao Chili really raised a little yellow chicken. When it broke its shell, it was there. The little chicken cub recognized her as her mother at first glance, and naturally followed her butt and screamed.

The chicks are covered with tender yellow fluff, black eyes, and a small beak, which looks like a ball of hair, which is very cute.

The little pepper and the little sticky cake are still small balls, but they hold the little yellow chicken in their palms, feed them carefully, and chirp, and communicate with the little chickens across species. How cute they look at it?

Wen Mingyu drew this scene. Xiao Chili and Xiao Jiancai's hands were stained with ink. In the corner of the painting, he pressed a palm print with a snap, and then carried the chicks, leaving a claw print. The whole painting instantly became more childish and vivid.

Mu Zhan looked at it and said nothing, but smiled in his eyes, and then ordered someone to frame the painting and hang it in the imperial study room.

Before we knew it, the north wind blew and the cold winter came.

The little pepper and the little sticky cake were to play with. In order to keep the cold and keep warm, they were wearing a lot of clothes. They also wore a tiger-head hat. The color was bright and the embroidery was complicated. A pair of ears were erected on the top of the hat, and a fur was circled on the edge. There were snow-white balls on both sides. They swayed lively as soon as they moved, setting off their white and pink faces, like two little fairies.

In the snow, two chubby little cubs squatted on the ground, squatting like a ball.

‌We like snow very much. It is cool in our hands and can also pile up different shapes. Even if we don’t like to play outdoors, it is difficult to resist the temptation of snow.

I squatted down with my short legs, secretly picked up a little snow, and put it in my mouth. I felt the joy of eating ice cream in winter, but when my father and father discovered it, they would definitely scold me.

Sure enough, within a while, Mu Zhan's cold and majestic voice came over.

"What are you doing?"

The two little guys immediately stiffened their bodies, patted their hands quickly, and slapped off the snow on their gloves, trying to destroy the evidence of the crime. They also hid their hands with their hands in their arms and prevented their father from seeing them, and looked like I did nothing.

In fact, Mu Zhan looked down at the obvious snow particles on his gloves and water marks on his lips.

Today, Mu Zhan looked at the two little guys, Wen Mingyu was sleeping, after all, it was a bit of a big deal last night.

Mu Zhan is not as easy to talk to Wen Mingyu. He dares to eat snow secretly, so he must give some punishment.

So, after the little pepper and the little sticky cake were piled up with a snowman, Mu Zhan slapped his hand with a bad heart, and the snowman instantly flattened and dissipated into a shit.

They widened their eyes and couldn't believe that they had never seen such a shameless person before. Little Ji Sanguan was shocked and saw the sinisterness of people.

But unfortunately, the two men could not beat their father, so they had to puff their mouths and pile up the broken snowmen again. While they were piled up, they stared at Mu Zhan nervously, for fear of causing damage. Fortunately, the snowmen were safe and sound in the end. The two small groups breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Will you still eat snow in the future?" Mu Zhan asked.

‌We shook our heads decisively and obediently and earnestly assured.

After almost the game, Mu Zhan didn't let them stay out for a long time, so he said, "It's time to go back."

Xiaotuan nodded, and then followed the steps he walked backwards step by step along the lines of footprints he walked out, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But just halfway through, Mu Zhan seemed to remember something and said in a moment: "Today seems to be eating hot pot."

The little pepper and the little sticky cakes lit up and immediately rushed into the hall like a small cannonball. As if one step behind, the food would be taken away. They were still obsessed with the footprints. They had already stepped on the snow and squeaked it, causing a little bit of personal pit on the ground.

At this time, Wen Mingyu had woken up, washed and changed her clothes, and walked out by yawning around the screen.

When Xiaotuan saw his father, he immediately rushed into his arms and took out a ball of snow like a treasure, saying that it was the rabbit I piled up. Although it had melted, I couldn't see the rabbit's appearance.

Moreover, when Wen Mingyu and his face changed slightly, their legs almost fell to the ground. Mu Zhan hugged the person in time and took him into his arms, letting Xiao Chili and Xiao Jiancai sit at the table and prepare to eat hot pot.

Mu Zhan and others didn't pass so quickly. Mu Zhan was helping Wen Mingyu rub his sore waist and belly. The two were saying something. After a few words, Wen Mingyu's ears hidden between his hair turned red, but Mu Zhan smiled even stronger.

The steaming hot pot was filled with a white mist, and the fresh meat and vegetables were placed on the table, and they were kept cooking. The spicy pot and the delicious soup were so delicious that they couldn't stop eating.

After the meal, we chatted and played together until the nap time.

Wen Mingyu half-squinted her eyes, her face was full of fatigue, and she accidentally fell asleep on the table.

When Mu Zhan and the two small groups saw it, they unconsciously lowered their voices, and the hall became very quiet.

"Don't quarrel, do you know?" Mu Zhan whispered to remind them.

Xiao Lajiao and Xiao Jiangao quickly covered their mouths with their hands and nodded seriously. Then, they saw the father holding up his father's legs with one hand, holding his back with the other, and holding it horizontally. They were relaxed, but very careful, obviously afraid of waking up people.

But Wen Mingyu fell into the familiar embrace, smelling the faint fragrance of wine, I felt at ease, without any discomfort, but instead fell asleep even deeper.

Mu Zhan hugged the man and gently placed him on the dragon bed, and covered him with brocade. Wen Mingyu was confused and half opened his eyes. Mu Zhan touched his back along the hair, half kneeled beside the bed, leaned over and coaxed him in a low voice, and soon fell asleep again.

Behind the screen, two small groups climbed over, quietly peeked, and bit their ears and whispered in a live broadcast: "The father is coaxing his father to sleep. His father woke up, and his father lowered his head and kissed his father, and his father fell asleep again. Oh, I want to kiss him too."

During the live broadcast, I also brought a strong personal thought and misunderstood the question. It can be said that it is very unprofessional.

After a while, a pair of ink boots appeared in front of them and looked up. They had long legs. In order to see their father's faces look at each other, they kept looking up and leaning back. Finally, they couldn't hold on. They fell back on the carpet and whispered, becoming a spread-out soft cake. Because they had just eaten full, their belly bulged up.

Mu Zhan drove them back to bed and reminded them not to make trouble for Mingyu recently, as he was very tired.

It is never easy to implement reform. The so-called "unbreaking" will naturally involve the interests of many people and have many obstacles. Not only are the confusion and obstacles of the conservative aristocratic forces, but even the beneficiaries of the bill may not be understood by the people. They will be afraid of the unknown of changes and when there are unsuccessful situations, some people will blame the fault on the person who raises it and make some irrational and extreme actions.

One day, when Wen Mingyu came back, he was injured on his head. When he was on-site inspection and comforting the people, the mob was injured.

The blood flowed down his face, looking terrible.

In fact, the forehead was just broken, and my head was a little dizzy. I could bandage it for a while, but the people were frightened, especially when the palace ladies saw it, their faces changed, and they hurriedly asked for the imperial doctor, and they almost collided.

Wen Mingyu held his forehead and remembered that he could not see this for the two little guys, otherwise he would definitely be scared.

‌ Turned around and was about to give instructions, but when Xiao Lajiao and Xiao Jiangao ran over happily after class, wanting his father to see his own calligraphy practice results.

Before we could say it, we had already stepped into the hall gate and saw the blood on Wen Mingyu's face.

They stopped suddenly, and the smiles on their faces quickly disappeared, and they stared at Wen Mingyu blankly. Then, their eyes turned red, tears condensed very quickly, their eyes could not hold down, and they kept flowing down, crying that their little faces were red, and they could hardly breathe.

"Dad, Dad..."

Wen Mingyu wanted to comfort them, but as soon as he moved, he frowned in pain, covered his wounds, and the palace servants helped him wipe the blood from his face.

Xiao Lajiao and Xiao Jiangao cried so much that they stopped crying, threw the paper in their hands, and immediately ran towards Wen Mingyu, but tears kept flowing and did not make any sound, which was heartbreaking.

They climbed onto the bench eagerly, put it next to Wen Mingyu, and carefully blew at the wound, with red eyes and a strong crying voice in their voices, "Does Dad hurt?"

Wen Mingyu suddenly felt a puddle of water and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

They whispered Wen Mingyu again and handed them candied fruit to him, wanting to make him happy, but tears kept flowing, as if they couldn't hold him up and cried very pitifully.

At night, we had a fever. After the imperial doctor took the pulse, he said he was frightened. The child was weak and his mood was overwhelming. His body could not bear it, so he became sick.

Fortunately, I had a low fever, and after taking the medicine, it slowly faded.

But this incident still made Mu Zhan furious and started killing him, wishing to kill all those who hurt Wen Mingyu.

When they went to court, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely depressing and solemn, and the court officials below did not even dare to breathe. Since Mu Zhan got married, his temperament has changed a lot. Everyone gradually forgot the title of tyrant and mistakenly thought that he was a gentle and easy-to-talk.

This time, Mu Zhan did not leave any reservations and issued an order to rectify the conservatives, kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, and took tough measures against the people who hindered the reform, which scared the people so much that they were shaking their sweat.

It was Wen Mingyu who persuaded her before soothing Mu Zhan's erection, and then gave him another date, which was both hard and soft, allowing the court officials and the people to accept it slowly under the deterrence and interests.

Although I was injured, at least the final result was good.

Wen Mingyu also breathed a sigh of relief.

After the court came down, the court officials left the hall one after another, while Mu Zhan was still sitting on the dragon throne, and his complexion was not very beautiful.

Wen Mingyu stepped onto the jade steps and approached Mu Zhan step by step. When he stood in front of the dragon throne, Mu Zhan reached out and pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, feeling a sense of panic that he almost lost.

Wen Mingyu didn't move, letting her hold her, and even reached out to hold her back, touching her back, releasing her pheromone to comfort her.

After the promotion, Wen Mingyu's official uniform was also changed, turning into a crimson robe and a silverfish bag, which set off her handsome appearance. She was like a peach blossom, which was very eye-catching.

But at the same time, the scars on the forehead were even more dazzling, which made Mu Zhan look gloomy and said coldly: "It should be killed."

Wen Mingyu comfortedly kissed the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine, just a minor injury, it's healed."

But Mu Zhan can't help but think that if those mobs were extreme and impulsive, the sharp stone hit the vital point, making it...

Mu Zhan's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and kissed him lightly next to the wound. His careful movements formed a sharp contrast with his gloomy and violent aura.

The slight itchy feeling, and it looked like a treasure, made Wen Mingyu feel even more thrilled.

‌I raised my head and kissed Mu Zhan’s lips.

In the center of the magnificent and gorgeous palace, on the dragon throne.
Chapter completed!