Nagato has a thin waist

In the midsummer of the fifth year of Jingning, Chunyu Yan sent an envoy to Dayong's new capital, saying that "the internal troubles have been subsided and all the people have returned home", and asked Emperor Dayong to issue an edict to confer a new king on Yunchuan.

During the reign of Chun Yuxie, Yunchuan had been traveling between Jin and Qi, being attached to the former Jin and professing vassalage to the former Jin. At the same time, he was also ambiguous with Nan Qi, and always adhered to the courtesy of subordinates.

When Dayong established his country, Chunyu Xie also congratulated him on becoming a minister.

After three years of civil war, Chun Yuyan became the final winner. He obviously had no intention of breaking the current situation and was willing to follow the old etiquette and continue to regard himself as a vassal state.

Pei Ran naturally had no objection.

The edict sealing the new king was sent to Yuncheng.

According to the old etiquette, the new King of Yunchuan has received a reward and should come to Beijing in person to congratulate him.

But Chun Yuyan himself did not enter Beijing.

He still sent Qu Ding and several envoys to send some gifts of thanks and write a letter of credence claiming that he was suing Emperor Dayong.

Very official.

On the day when the envoy from Yunchuan arrived in Andu, Pei Ran hosted a banquet in the palace. Feng Yun went back to Huaxi because of something. Pei Ran did not send someone to summon her, so she did not go to the banquet.

When Pei Man came back at night, his face was not very good-looking, with a hint of inexplicable anger.

Feng Yun twitched the corner of his mouth, sat next to him with a half-smile, tilted his head and asked:

"Didn't you have dinner with Envoy Yunchuan? Who dared to offend His Majesty?"

Pei Ran frowned at her and suddenly said: "Chun Yuyan has lofty ambitions and must not be taken lightly."

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

Of course, Chunyu Yan will not be satisfied with being the "richest man in the world".

After years of working hard, how could he not have ambitions?

A person's desires are endless.

When money can no longer satisfy him, what will he want?

Power?

Female lust?

Counting the days, after saying goodbye to Huaxi, Feng Yun had not seen him for four years.

The current Prince Chunyu...

No, she couldn't tell whether King Yunchuan still had the same temperament as before.

As for Chun Yuyan's mysterious illness, Feng Yun had no idea whether he was cured or not.

Pei Madang would sometimes tell her about important court matters, but in the past few years, Ruibao was still young. Apart from worrying about Nagato, she spent most of her energy on teaching her children and had no time to care about anything else.

Therefore, she rarely interferes in government affairs.

This time, it's the same.

She looked at Pei Ran's sharp eyes and smiled slightly.

"I'm not a player in the game, I don't understand what's in the game. In a remote corner of Yunchuan, King Yunchuan has taken power. I can't think of any other big ambitions he can have?"

"Things that can breathe should not be underestimated."

Pei Ran snorted softly, "He has never given up on you."

Feng Yun laughed, "I don't like hearing this."

"Take a look." Pei Ran said, taking out a secret letter from his sleeve and handing it to her.

The letter came from Yunchuan and was written by Pei Madang's spies.

Feng Yun glanced at him and smiled lowly.

"Chun Yuyan is still determined to be a traitor, so how can your Majesty rest assured about Yunchuan?"

She opened the letter and her shoulders froze.

The letter said, "There are many portraits of the empress in the residence of Prince Yunchuan..."

He added, "In recent years, the king has had many eccentricities. He has scattered all his female maids and kept only his male servants. He behaves in evil ways and everyone is afraid of him."

Feng Yun didn't say much. He lowered his head and couldn't tell his expression.

"Xiao Xiang, I have too many people. If Your Majesty cares, he won't mind..."

She was joking and laughed it off.

Pei Madang looked at him with deep black eyes.

The cool lights slanted down.

The two were silent for a moment. Pei Ran lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He picked up the copybook written by Ruibao on the table and looked at it. A smile could not help but appear on his lips.

"The handwriting is getting better and better."

Feng Yun raised his head, "That's natural, it doesn't matter who taught it."

Pei Ran smiled and touched her black hair.

"Today the master is still complaining to me."

Feng Yun lowered his head and rested his chin on him, "What did you say?"

Pei Ran: "Send the Crown Prince's imperial edict."

Feng Yun burst out, laughed, and glanced at him.

"Ruibao is such a good boy who knows how to learn. Shouldn't the master be secretly enjoying himself? What is there to complain about?"

Pei Madang chuckled, "He is a big kid and has a quick mind. When he doesn't want to read or write, the master can't argue with him, so he has to come to me."

Feng Yun smiled softly, "I think this is good."

Pei Ran: "He is a prince, he should look like a prince."

Feng Yun glanced at him, "It's not what he wants to be."

Pei Ran: "..."

In the third year of Jing Ning's reign, when Ruibao turned one year old, his impatient father made him the crown prince and gave him a single name with the character "jun".

As the name suggests, this child has been extremely intelligent and talented since he was a child.

At the age of three, he can have a photographic memory, do mental arithmetic, and read books. At the age of four, he can already compete with his elders on the chessboard, evenly matched without falling behind.

Such extraordinary talent is breathtaking.

There are many prodigies in ancient and modern times, but none are as good as Crown Prince Wan Yi.

But Feng Yun was afraid in his heart.

Extreme wisdom will inevitably lead to injury, as Qu'er has learned from her past experience, she always gives advice and suppresses Rui Bao to prevent him from showing off his talents too much.

Pei Ran didn't take it seriously. The better his son was, the more honorable he would be as a father.

He wished he could let his son sit on the throne right now...

The couple were talking about their children when Ruibao came over from school.

Perhaps because his biological father was born tall, Ruibao grew very fast, just like Pei Ran when he was young. He was only four years old, but he looked bigger than a five or six-year-old child.

What makes Feng Yun feel most amazing is that although Ruibao and Qu'er are only brothers from another life, they look more and more like Qu'er, with their temperament, movements, and way of speaking. Sometimes when he looks back, he says "mother queen" , would often make her subconsciously frightened, thinking it was him calling her.

But there are some differences.

Qu'er was born in Qigong and was too depressed. He didn't need anyone to teach him, so he calmed down on his own, which made him suffer a lot.

Ruibao is a child who is held in the palm of his hand and doted on by his own father. He is the prince. Who else in the world can control his temper?

Ruibao approached and bowed his head in salute.

"My dear father, I wish you peace, and my mother, my queen, peace."

Very well-behaved and orderly.

Pei Madang curled his lips slightly and asked the child, "What did you learn today?"

Ruibao is very upright in front of his father, especially when talking about business, his posture is as tall and straight as a young pine tree, his hands hang naturally, his voice is clearer and calmer, and he exudes a confidence that transcends his age.

"Returning to my father's words, my son has studied the Analects of Confucius today. He understands that the way to study is to persevere and not give up halfway... However, my son has already read the Analects and understands the principles. Taifu is still To tell you, it’s very boring.”

Pei Ran smiled and said, "What else?"

Ruibao said: "The Taifu also talked about the strategies of the sages to govern the country, so that his sons and ministers can understand the principle of 'people's heart', that is, 'national prosperity'..."

A four-year-old child speaks catchy words.

Steady and mature.

Pei Madang and Feng Yun looked at each other and waved to him.

"In your opinion, which famous minister and wise man can Taifu Liu be compared to?"

Ruibao hesitated and said, "Sima Yi."

When Feng Yun heard this, he laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Sima Yi was once the crown prince's bastard, and was also a close aide of the crown prince. Although he was a man who was good at making clever plans, in the final analysis, the Sima family still stole the country... Ruibao compared the Taifu to Sima Yi, although it was childish. But if Taifu Liu knew it, he might not be able to sleep at night.

Feng Yun was afraid that Ruibao's unintentional act would harm the old minister.

Pei Madang heard this interestingly and asked him: "Why do you say this?"

Ruibao said: "I heard someone say that Sima Yi gave birth to a wolf Guzhi. It just so happened that the Taifu also had a pair of wolf eyes. When he was angry, his eyes would stare. It was really scary..."

He glanced at Pei Ran again and kindly spoke for his master.

"But the Taifu's virtue is incomparable to that of Sima Yi. It would be insulting to Sima Yi to compare the two."

The corners of Pei Ran's mouth curled up.

You're a good boy, you don't look dirty when you curse.

If Taifu heard it with his own ears, his beard would stand on end.

Ruibao glanced at his mother's face, quickly suppressed the smile on his face, and asked in a low voice:

"My son, did you say the wrong thing?"

Pei Ran shook his head and held him on his lap.

"In front of his father and mother, my son can relax and say whatever he wants. But in front of outsiders, Ruibao is the crown prince, so he must think twice about every word he speaks."

Ruibao nodded, "Oh. This son understands. In front of the Taifu, I said that he has a face like spring breeze, a bright moon in his heart, his actions are good, his words are good, and he has the appearance of a pine and cypress. He can be admired at a glance. Very useful.”

Feng Yun couldn't help but laugh, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead.

"Look at your nonsense."

Ruibao laughed and put his fair and tender face into her palm.

Feng Yun's heart melted on that soft, pink skin.

"Today is another day to leave the palace to observe the sentiments of the people. Will Ruibao go with his mother?"

Over the years, although Feng Yun was the Empress of Dayong, Pei Madang gave her full freedom.

Andu City is very close to Huaxi. Pei Madang's harem looked empty at a glance, and there was no need for her to manage it, so she had plenty of time to do her own thing.

From time to time, she would sneak out.

The euphemistic name is to understand the sentiments of the people.

At first, the courtiers were worried and had many complaints.

He also used this advice to say that the emperor could only have one prince, which was too risky for the country. He hoped that the emperor could open up a wide harem and multiply heirs.

But as the prince grew older, he became more and more wise and clever. Once, he argued more than ten points about "the advantages of an only son over many" in front of everyone. He also won a belt of Shangshu Ling's trousers during a game of chess and asked him to carry his trousers. He left in embarrassment and made a joke. From then on, the courtiers did not dare to speak easily.

The prince is the future prince.

It is related to the peace and prosperity of three generations of the family.

Rather than making the Crown Prince uncomfortable, it would be better to turn a blind eye.

From then on, the wings of mother and son grew stronger...

Ruibao smiled immediately when he heard his mother's words.

"want."

Seeing his excited expression, Pei Man sighed.

Nothing makes children happier than returning to Huaxi.

Especially at this time of year, Feng Yun would take him to catch crabs in the flower stream, play in the water, and go as crazy as he wanted with a group of friends. There were rules and regulations in the palace every day. How could there be such fun?

Ruibao saw that Pei Ran remained calm, then pursed his lips and looked over.

"Father..."

Pei Madang waved his hand, "If your mother agrees, go ahead."

Ruibao immediately smiled and raised his hand to him, "Thank you, father."

Pei Ran sighed.

This kid is good at everything, but he is a little too in awe of him. He often acts like a little adult, far less comfortable in front of Feng Yun, and can act like a child.

He secretly resented this, but was inconvenient to say it openly.

Feng Yun laughed at him, "Who gave you such a bad reputation? It's strange that I'm not afraid of you."

From then on, Pei Ran tried his best to smile as much as possible in front of his children.

But it would be better if he didn't smile. When he smiled, Ruibao treated him more respectfully, and thought he had done something wrong.

Later, he gave up.

If he couldn't be a kind father, he could be a strict father.

After all, this was his only son.

In the future, the entire Dayong would be handed over to him, so it wouldn't hurt to be more serious...

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Back to Huaxi, a group of children ran over.

These were all children from Changmen, from Xiaoman's family, Yingrong's family, Guanwei's family, Wenhui's family, Ge Guang and Ge Yi's family, Xing's family, and Yao Dafu's family next door. A large group of people were in the house.

They usually went to class in the village school, and on holidays they would go to Langhuan Pavilion in Andu City to read books. Feng Yun liked them very much, and Ruibao also liked to call them into the palace to play.

The relationship between people who grew up together was always better.

Feng Yun put a lot of effort into cultivating these children.

I just hope that one day in the future, they will become Ruibao's helpers.

She had never thought about these things before, and she didn't even want her children to take this path...

But who made his father the emperor?

Her son sat on this chair, and as a mother, she had to think about her child.

Although Ruibao was younger than them, he could calm them down.

They came one by one, paid their respects to the prince, answered Ruibao's pretentious questions, checked their homework, and then laughed and "competed" in the yard.

Feng Yun was in the study, watching a group of guards watching the children play nervously.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and absent-mindedly opened the cabinet next to the bookshelf and took out a soft whip from it.

The leather whip polished by the water worker, the dark round whip was smooth in color, and had a color of a long time, but the exquisite craftsmanship was famous and expensive at a glance.

This was the black tip that Feng Yun got from Chunyu Yan.

Later, she named it Qiu Tong.

She always carried the Jianshui that she got from Pei Jue. Qiu Tong was too big to be convenient to carry around, so she kept it in the study room of Changmen.

Counting the days, how many years have passed since Chunyu Yan left Huaxi, how many years has she not used Qiu Tong.

Feng Yun shook the whip, tried it, looked at the afterimage of the whip, stood there for a moment, then put it in the box and asked someone to find Ge Guang.

"Send someone to deliver this soft whip to Yunchuan." (End of this chapter)