NFBE Chapter 631: Female Supremacy, My Little Husband 61
Chapter 631: Female Supremacy, My Little Husband 61
"Okay," Jiang San still leaned on Jiuli as before. After a moment, he raised his head from Jiuli's arms.
"But I would rather share the burden with my wife. Now I can help my wife with many things instead of letting her do everything. Even if you won't get tired, I feel like a burden and I also want to help my wife." He said it very seriously.
"It's enough that you have this intention. You manage the inner court very well. Our Jiang Jiang is getting more and more powerful." Jiuli touched the back of Jiang San's head and praised him skillfully.
"My wife's words are getting sweeter and sweeter," Jiang San said with a slight blush on his face, "I am serious about everything."
"I know you are serious," Jiuli said with a smile, "but what you should do more is to take good care of it."
"That's right," Jiang San looked at his feet that were wrapped like dumplings, "I didn't do it on purpose. It was just an accident."
"Okay, okay, it's just an accident, I didn't say anything else." Jiuli looked a little helpless, "That's good, you have to stay in Guanju Palace for a while longer."
"Hey, it will be fine when I get better," Jiang San frowned, but waved his hand disapprovingly, everything will be fine.
"It will be fine, but you are not allowed to mess around, okay?" Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek with a little force, looking worried.
"If I continue to mess around, I'll punish you by not letting you eat the sweet cake." Jiang San's words were vague, leaving Jiuli at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
You're already an adult, but you're still thinking about sweet cakes all day long?
The affairs of the previous dynasty came to an end, and the idea of following the path of the king and queen was considered, but no one succeeded.
After dealing with the clan leader again, Jiang San met Jiuli with the sugar cakes he had made and went in without notifying anyone.
"My dear wife," he put the tray on the table beside him, sat down, and held his cheek with his hand while looking at Jiuli who was looking at the batch of memorials.
"What's wrong? Are they bothering you again?" Jiuli casually wrote the word "read" and looked up at Jiang San who was sitting next to her.
After waving his hand, Jiang San stood up and sat on Jiuli's lap.
"Yeah, they are all very annoying. I just sent Mr. Cui away," Jiang Sanshou also hung on Jiuli.
"Why do you still want to meet them if they are annoying?" At this point, Jiuli suddenly realized that she really couldn't refuse. After all, the visit from the harem represented more political significance besides paying respects.
"If you don't want to see him, then don't see him." After a brief silence, Jiuli stroked Jiang San's hair, "Just find a reason."
"I don't want to cause trouble to my wife," Jiang San curled his lips, "I went to the kitchen to make some sweet cakes. My wife, please try them. Does they taste the same as before?" he continued.
"It smells delicious." Jiuli's eyes were hesitant as if facing a great enemy, but her face was as gentle as ever. She ate two pieces without changing her expression, "Jiang Jiang's cooking skills are still as good as ever."
"Of course, these are for my wife." Jiang San looked proud, he knew that what he cooked was delicious.
"Don't do it next time," Jiuli held Jiang San's hand and smiled tenderly, "Just let the palace maids come. I'll feel bad if you do this. Besides, you're not doing this, and I can't bear it."
She said this, but in fact, she must not do it next time. She was afraid that she would have to rest for ten or eight days after eating it. It was simply a biological weapon. How could it be a candy cake?
It's so sweet that it makes my teeth fall out.
"I like to make delicious food for my wife myself," Jiang San smiled happily, "If my wife says she doesn't want it, then I won't make it. Who makes my wife feel sorry for me?"
"That's right, just be happy every day," Jiuli breathed a sigh of relief, finally she didn't have to eat this!
"Well," Jiang San smiled and leaned on Jiuli's arms, "My dear wife," he suddenly had a question in his heart, and turned over and lay on Jiuli, "Why did you look at the royal jade disc the other day?"
"You know this, but you ask anyway?" Jiuli hugged Jiang San and sat on the Arhat bed at the back.
"Is my wife willing to give this to a member of the royal family?" Jiang San smiled. He was not embarrassed at all for being exposed. Instead, he hugged Jiuli tighter, feeling a little guilty.
It was all his fault that he couldn't even have a child. It must be because of his poor health before. He secretly decided to let Qing Ying find someone to teach Jiang's father and mother a lesson.
If it weren't for them, he and his wife would definitely have their own children. Why would they need children from the royal family?
"If you have the ability, it's fine to have a son of a royal family. If you don't have the ability, it's the same for your biological son." Jiuli stroked Jiang San's frowned brows, "Don't frown, it doesn't look good. I don't blame you."
"I'll make arrangements, don't worry," Jiuli promised.
"Why don't you blame me? If I could give my wife a daughter, there would be no need for them to urge me," Jiang San complained in a low voice, even his eyes were red.
"I don't want my wife to take a concubine," Jiang San hugged her even tighter, his tone muffled and full of displeasure.
"No," Jiuli patted Jiang San's shoulder, "Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry like this," he comforted.
"I'm not crying. Which little girl is my wife planning to adopt into the palace?" Jiang San's eyes widened. He would not cry.
"I haven't decided yet," Jiuli gently stroked Jiang San's hair, "I'll tell you when I decide which family to adopt."
"Then I will wait for news from my wife," Jiang San squinted his eyes and enjoyed the touch on his head, "My wife, remember to eat the remaining cakes. I will wait for you in Guanju Palace tonight."
"You must come early, okay?" Jiang San smiled charmingly, and left leisurely after getting a positive answer.
Jiuli watched Jiang San walk out of the palace gate, took the rice paper beside her, added two strokes, and when the ink was slightly dry, handed it to Kang Song who was standing next to her.
"Take it down and frame it, and send it to Guanju Palace at twilight hour," Jiuli ordered casually, "and let Qingnu come in."
"Yes." Kang Song took the rice paper and left quickly.
After giving Qingnu a look outside the hall, Qingnu turned around and walked into the hall, while Kang Song quickly went to frame the painting.
"I greet Your Majesty, may Your Majesty be well and safe," Qingnu saluted.
"How did those girls perform?" Jiuli leaned back in her chair, holding a teacup in her hand, slowly skimming off the foam.
"Everything has been recorded, but Your Majesty is in the prime of life and does not need to worry about these things," Qingnu handed over a booklet.
She thought to herself, in her opinion, those court officials were just idle and had nothing to do, looking for trouble, so she just wanted to beat them up. Her hand touched the sword at her waist without leaving any trace.
Her Majesty is only thirty, why does he need to choose a crown prince? It is obvious that the heads on their idle necks are stable.
"Continue to observe and train him well," Jiuli glanced at the booklet and put it aside.
"I remember that the Imperial Censor who submitted the memorial before also had no daughter?" Jiuli lowered her brows and took a sip of tea, frowning. It tasted bad.
"Your Majesty is right, you have no daughter." Qingnu said that he definitely didn't have one, and if there was one, it was born to someone else, not his own.