Arrogant Consort Adored By War Prince

The heavy snow drifted all day without any intention of reducing it.

When Ye Xiuming was out of the prison, he realized that the sky was already dark, and he was a little worried about Yu Zisu, but found that Yu Zisu and Sunuo had long been gone, so he had to speed up and follow.

Ye Xiuming returned to the main hall of Fengqi Palace and threw himself away. Hu Han told that Yu Zisu had gone to the place of the two babies next door.

"Go there?" Ye Xiu meditated, and asked in a deep voice, "How is Su Er's mood?"

The emperor and Niang Niang obviously went out together, but they came back separately, especially when Niang Niang came back first. Hu Han knew what was going on when he thought about it. It must have been the conflict between the two.

She honestly said: "Not very good." The queen just glanced at her and was so frightened that she almost threw the cup in her hand.

Ye Xiuming was silent for a moment before turning around and heading to the next door.

Tomorrow is the New Year. Although the national treasury is not abundant, the imperial palace hung up the red lanterns at the order of Yu Zisu. In Yu Zisu's words, the days should be lived, well. How can it be a funeral for the year?

I didn’t feel much when I came out of the prison, but now walking in this Fengxi Palace, the red lanterns and orange lights complement each other, a warm and comfortable look, which makes Ye Xiuming's heart divided. Feeling outside.

It was obviously cold, but it was warm to the bottom of my heart.

When he walked to the door of the side hall, Ye Xiuming signaled the maid beside him not to tell her, and walked in silently, but he stood in a daze because of the scene in front of him.

"Mother... yeah..." Dabao squeezed Yu Zisu's white hair, waved his hand suddenly, and shouted.

"Oh, mother, the little master will be called mother!"

Su Nuo knew that Yu Zisu Jin'er was really angry at night. Although he was a little puzzled, she was worried. Hearing Dabao's words, she hurriedly said to Yu Zisu.

Yu Zisu smiled, squeezed Dabao's chubby little hand, took out the white hair in his hand, and shook his hand and said, "Is the big baby calling a mother?" My heart softened. The suffocation of Qi also dissipated a little.

"Wow..." Yes, yes, of course it is calling you, why do you look unhappy today?

Da Bao moved in Yu Zisu's arms, trying to straighten up, only to find that it was in vain, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Yu Zisu looked at him, and became more amused. He hugged Dabao and helped him stand up, and said with a helpless smile: "It is said that it is not good to stand up like this often, why are you..."

"Tweet!" A loud kiss fell on Yu Zisu's ear, and at the same time, a warm touch on his cheek also came.

Unexpectedly, Dabao wanted to kiss himself again. Yu Zisu was amused and moved. After a moment of stunned, he changed his posture and hugged the person, tapped Dabao’s forehead, and said helplessly: "You, I don’t know it is true I don’t understand, or I’m not sensible, it’s really..."

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu, his son is so clever, how could Yu Zisu not notice it.

Sometimes she guessed whether her son might have the same adventures as her own. More often, she felt that it was just the nature of mother and child that had telepathy, so she understood what her son was thinking.

Da Bao closed his eyes and leaned in Yu Zisu's arms, looking like "I don't know anything".

Yu Zisu thought he was so tired that he wanted to sleep, and he was walking around holding people, while Xiaobao slept peacefully on the small bed next to Yu Zisu.

Ye Xiuming stared at this warm scene in a daze, as if he understood something.

But the white hair, which was similar to snowflakes, was pierced like a needle, fiercely, one needle after another, and it pierced his heart, new injuries and old injuries, the pain caused him to pinch his fingers, and his veins rose.

"Su'er, have you eaten yet?" Ye Xiuming saw that Yu Zisu had settled in Dabao, stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Today is New Year's Eve. In the past two days, the palace was supposed to hold a banquet to entertain the officials, but Yu Zisu and Ye Xiuming had discussed before and cancelled the palace banquet because Yu Zisu was unwell.

In this way, on the contrary, time can be set aside for the two of them to spend a good New Year on their own.

Unexpectedly, when the New Year has just arrived, the two of them are awkward.

Yu Zisu glanced at him and said lightly: "Let's go, Ru Liang is ready." After saying that, he turned around on his own and prepared to leave.

Ye Xiuming couldn't help but grabbed the person, and said in a deep voice, "Su'er, you can't listen to me..."

"Ye Xiuming, who do you think of me, Yu Zisu?" Yu Zisu slowly asked as he watched Ye Xiuming's hand holding his own hand intently.

Behind him was the heavy snow flying in the yard, blankly, and a dark silvery white with candlelight refracted in the night.

"Of course it's my woman." Ye Xiuming said in a deep and domineering voice.

"Really?" The anger that Yu Zisu had just dissipated suddenly gathered again, "Woman?"

"No, I mean, you are my wife!"

Suddenly realizing that Yu Zisu was too angry at this moment and might be wrong, Ye Xiuming hurriedly explained that no matter how sharp Yu Zisu’s eyes were, he would not send the hands at all, but he was also careful, afraid of Yu Zisu was pinched.

Yu Zisu sneered and said: "I thought I was really just a woman! Women, if you go for this, you can make up for that!"

After earning a bit, Yu Zisu found that he couldn't get rid of it, so he simply took the person to the dining table. Humph, quarrels belong to quarrels, and we still have to eat.

"Su'er!" Ye Xiuming frowned and said sternly: "You are not, don't think about it!"

Yu Zisu did not speak, and regardless of Ye Xiuming, he said to Su Nuo next to him: "Change a spoon to the palace." Nima grabbed her right hand, making it inconvenient for her to eat a meal!

Hearing this, Ye Xiuming frowned more tightly, loosened his hand, sat on the other side of Yu Zisu, and held Yu Zisu's left hand again. Seeing that Yu Zisu didn't even want to talk to himself, but instead ate calmly, Ye Xiuming was stunned.

Looking at Yu Zisu again, he had to silently pick up his chopsticks to eat.

When Ye Xiuming was practicing martial arts, he was accustomed to practicing with no difference between his left and right hands, so eating a meal with his left hand was not a difficult task for him.

On the contrary, it was Yu Zisu, watching the man holding the chopsticks in his left hand and picking vegetables for himself without obstacles, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Yu Zisu did not refuse Ye Xiuming to pick up dishes. After all, it was New Year’s Eve. She didn’t want to quarrel with Ye Xiuming. She just wanted to take this opportunity to draw a man’s machismo thoughts out of a thought class .

"Su'er, I..." Seeing Yu Zisu's silence, Ye Xiuming thought that Yu Zisu had died out.

Yu Zisu said indifferently: "You can't eat or sleep."