Chapter 4551
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Qin Wuyan accompanied Zhuang Xiaoyu to have breakfast and went to the study.
The overwhelming fatigue hit. Qin Wuyan's fingertips supported his forehead, and the wound on his arm hurt faintly. He couldn't hold it anymore, so he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
The sound of knuckle tapping on the table sounded. Qin Wuyan had to open his eyes and looked up to see Zhuang Qingyun.
Zhuang Qingyun stared at the dark green under his eyes and asked coldly, "did you stay awake last night?"
Qin Wuyan was noncommittal, but helplessly pinched his eyebrows: "Xiaoyu made more and more noise at night, more and more frequently."
Zhuang Qingyun sneered, and there was a trace of irony in his tone: "the fetus is only more than six months old, and you're tired like this. When you give birth in October, you're afraid you'll have to catch your life.
Men in this world never care about women's childbirth. It's nice of you to be pregnant instead of her... "
Qin Wuyan let Zhuang Qingyun sneer and refute, put his finger bones against the center of his eyebrows and fell into meditation.
The sleeve robe slipped. Zhuang Qingyun saw the white cotton cloth wrapped around Qin Wuyan's arm, and his face changed slightly. "Are you hurt again?"
Qin Wuyan took back his hand and put down his cuff: "it's just an accident, nothing."
Qin Wuyan opened the document taken by Zhuang Qingyun: "the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Now I don't have much time and energy to deal with min Fu. After the new year, Xiaoyu will deal with min Zhihang after giving birth to the child."
Zhuang Qingyun pondered for a moment: "well, when you get on the high priest's throne, you'll make an example."
Or let the aristocratic family see the real power and strength behind being a high priest, which can't be countered by a mere aristocratic family at will.
Only after Zhuang huaisen's death, those forces that were hidden and loyal to the high priest took the initiative to throw olive branches at Qin Wuyan
The next high priest has become a certainty, and Qin Wuyan is really a rare good priest who is diligent and loving the people and dedicated to the people of Yuecheng.
It was getting colder and colder day by day. Zhuang Xiaoyu sat under the eaves of the corridor and watched the snowflakes for a long time. Looking at the busy servants back and forth, she only felt extremely bored.
It's impossible to leave the house. Even if a bunch of Pro guards follow him, Qin Wuyan doesn't trust her to go out alone.
I can only stay in the house and watch the snow flying in front of the court and the spitting of Chimonanthus chinensis. It's the same thing after watching it for a long time.
Yinling stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu and racked her brains to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu to be happy, but she didn't know how to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, it's the end of the year right away. If you want to buy something to eat and play, you can go to the street and buy it for you."
Zhuang Xiaoyu held the heater, thought about it and said, "then buy some fireworks."
Yinling immediately sent a little girl to inform the housekeeper, "fireworks must be bought every year. Buy more this year. Madam wants to see fireworks."
In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of the year. As usual, the heads of aristocratic families came to the priest's house to offer tribute.
Now, unlike in the past, the housekeeper was responsible for receiving the housewives and young ladies. Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't show up and didn't know who came to the house.
Zhuang Xiaoyu put on the Pearl Flower and shouted, "does this flower look good on your head?"
The hairpins made of gold, silver and jewelry were put away. Qin Wuyan bought a lot of velvet and pearl flowers and put them in the jewelry box for Zhuang Xiaoyu to choose every day.
Zhuang Xiaoyu took a look in the mirror, but didn't hear the response of Yinling for a long time.
She got up, put on a fur cloak, raised her feet and walked out along the corridor towards the front yard.
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Qin Wuyan accompanied Zhuang Xiaoyu to have breakfast and went to the study.
The overwhelming fatigue hit. Qin Wuyan's fingertips supported his forehead, and the wound on his arm hurt faintly. He couldn't hold it anymore, so he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
The sound of knuckle tapping on the table sounded. Qin Wuyan had to open his eyes and looked up to see Zhuang Qingyun.
Zhuang Qingyun stared at the dark green under his eyes and asked coldly, "did you stay awake last night?"
Qin Wuyan was noncommittal, but helplessly pinched his eyebrows: "Xiaoyu made more and more noise at night, more and more frequently."
Zhuang Qingyun sneered, and there was a trace of irony in his tone: "the fetus is only more than six months old, and you're tired like this. When you give birth in October, you're afraid you'll have to catch your life.
Men in this world never care about women's childbirth. It's nice of you to be pregnant instead of her... "
Qin Wuyan let Zhuang Qingyun sneer and refute, put his finger bones against the center of his eyebrows and fell into meditation.
The sleeve robe slipped. Zhuang Qingyun saw the white cotton cloth wrapped around Qin Wuyan's arm, and his face changed slightly. "Are you hurt again?"
Qin Wuyan took back his hand and put down his cuff: "it's just an accident, nothing."
Qin Wuyan opened the document taken by Zhuang Qingyun: "the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Now I don't have much time and energy to deal with min Fu. After the new year, Xiaoyu will deal with min Zhihang after giving birth to the child."
Zhuang Qingyun pondered for a moment: "well, when you get on the high priest's throne, you'll make an example."
Or let the aristocratic family see the real power and strength behind being a high priest, which can't be countered by a mere aristocratic family at will.
Only after Zhuang huaisen's death, those forces that were hidden and loyal to the high priest took the initiative to throw olive branches at Qin Wuyan
The next high priest has become a certainty, and Qin Wuyan is really a rare good priest who is diligent and loving the people and dedicated to the people of Yuecheng.
It was getting colder and colder day by day. Zhuang Xiaoyu sat under the eaves of the corridor and watched the snowflakes for a long time. Looking at the busy servants back and forth, she only felt extremely bored.
It's impossible to leave the house. Even if a bunch of Pro guards follow him, Qin Wuyan doesn't trust her to go out alone.
I can only stay in the house and watch the snow flying in front of the court and the spitting of Chimonanthus chinensis. It's the same thing after watching it for a long time.
Yinling stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu and racked her brains to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu to be happy, but she didn't know how to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, it's the end of the year right away. If you want to buy something to eat and play, you can go to the street and buy it for you."
Zhuang Xiaoyu held the heater, thought about it and said, "then buy some fireworks."
Yinling immediately sent a little girl to inform the housekeeper, "fireworks must be bought every year. Buy more this year. Madam wants to see fireworks."
In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of the year. As usual, the heads of aristocratic families came to the priest's house to offer tribute.
Now, unlike in the past, the housekeeper was responsible for receiving the housewives and young ladies. Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't show up and didn't know who came to the house.
Zhuang Xiaoyu put on the Pearl Flower and shouted, "does this flower look good on your head?"
The hairpins made of gold, silver and jewelry were put away. Qin Wuyan bought a lot of velvet and pearl flowers and put them in the jewelry box for Zhuang Xiaoyu to choose every day.
Zhuang Xiaoyu took a look in the mirror, but didn't hear the response of Yinling for a long time.
She got up, put on a fur cloak, raised her feet and walked out along the corridor towards the front yard.
Qin Wuyan accompanied Zhuang Xiaoyu to have breakfast and went to the study.The overwhelming fatigue hit. Qin Wuyan's fingertips supported his forehead, and the wound on his arm hurt faintly. He couldn't hold it anymore, so he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.The sound of knuckle tapping on the table sounded. Qin Wuyan had to open his eyes and looked up to see Zhuang Qingyun.Zhuang Qingyun stared at the dark green under his eyes and asked coldly, "did you stay awake last night?"Qin Wuyan was noncommittal, but helplessly pinched his eyebrows: "Xiaoyu made more and more noise at night, more and more frequently."Zhuang Qingyun sneered, and there was a trace of irony in his tone: "the fetus is only more than six months old, and you're tired like this. When you give birth in October, you're afraid you'll have to catch your life.Men in this world never care about women's childbirth. It's nice of you to be pregnant instead of her... "Qin Wuyan let Zhuang Qingyun sneer and refute, put his finger bones against the center of his eyebrows and fell into meditation.The sleeve robe slipped. Zhuang Qingyun saw the white cotton cloth wrapped around Qin Wuyan's arm, and his face changed slightly. "Are you hurt again?"Qin Wuyan took back his hand and put down his cuff: "it's just an accident, nothing."Qin Wuyan opened the document taken by Zhuang Qingyun: "the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Now I don't have much time and energy to deal with min Fu. After the new year, Xiaoyu will deal with min Zhihang after giving birth to the child."Zhuang Qingyun pondered for a moment: "well, when you get on the high priest's throne, you'll make an example."Or let the aristocratic family see the real power and strength behind being a high priest, which can't be countered by a mere aristocratic family at will.Only after Zhuang huaisen's death, those forces that were hidden and loyal to the high priest took the initiative to throw olive branches at Qin WuyanThe next high priest has become a certainty, and Qin Wuyan is really a rare good priest who is diligent and loving the people and dedicated to the people of Yuecheng.It was getting colder and colder day by day. Zhuang Xiaoyu sat under the eaves of the corridor and watched the snowflakes for a long time. Looking at the busy servants back and forth, she only felt extremely bored.It's impossible to leave the house. Even if a bunch of Pro guards follow him, Qin Wuyan doesn't trust her to go out alone.I can only stay in the house and watch the snow flying in front of the court and the spitting of Chimonanthus chinensis. It's the same thing after watching it for a long time.Yinling stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu and racked her brains to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu to be happy, but she didn't know how to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, it's the end of the year right away. If you want to buy something to eat and play, you can go to the street and buy it for you."Zhuang Xiaoyu held the heater, thought about it and said, "then buy some fireworks."Yinling immediately sent a little girl to inform the housekeeper, "fireworks must be bought every year. Buy more this year. Madam wants to see fireworks."In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of the year. As usual, the heads of aristocratic families came to the priest's house to offer tribute.Now, unlike in the past, the housekeeper was responsible for receiving the housewives and young ladies. Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't show up and didn't know who came to the house.Zhuang Xiaoyu put on the Pearl Flower and shouted, "does this flower look good on your head?"The hairpins made of gold, silver and jewelry were put away. Qin Wuyan bought a lot of velvet and pearl flowers and put them in the jewelry box for Zhuang Xiaoyu to choose every day.Zhuang Xiaoyu took a look in the mirror, but didn't hear the response of Yinling for a long time.She got up, put on a fur cloak, raised her feet and walked out along the corridor towards the front yard.
