When Spring Comes

Taishi Tang couldn't talk to Huachun for too long, so he continued to get on the prison cart and left. Huachun ran back to He Chang'an, looked at him with great energy, and said: "It's done, let's go back."

"Yeah." He Changan nodded, and subconsciously reached out and touched the head of the person in front of him.

Huachun was taken aback, and when he looked up, He Changan's eyes were gentle as water, shining with a kind of light called "kindness".

She used to think that Hua Jinghua was her own male god, but now that the male **** has become a goddess, the new male **** is He Changan. This person is graceful and handsome, and the important thing is to be gentle and see through to people, giving her a very reliable feeling.

However, her male **** regarded her as a son.

This feeling... It's really crushing...

When we went back to the palace by car together, He Changan asked her: "How does it feel to be married?"

Huachun nodded honestly: "It's good. From now on, someone will light up the lamp every night and look forward to your return."

"Oh?" The eyebrows moved slightly, and He Changan said: "The green curls are waiting for you. Is the service properly?"

What does it mean to serve? Huachun bowed her head, pretending that she didn't understand: "It's very appropriate, Second Brother, don't worry too much."

"Then I can rest assured." He Changan laughed, "Now the rumors that you have broken sleeves should be completely broken. When you give birth to a big fat boy next year, the Hua family will be considered."

She really resembles her mother, and thinks about the issue of heirs.

Whenever she met such a long-winded person, Huachun only wanted to do one thing-she put a hippie smile on her shoulder and asked him: "What about you, brother?"

"Huh?" He Changan was taken aback.

"Aren't you thinking about setting up a main house? It's not sensible to let me, the younger brother, have an heir first."

He Changan was silent, and then sighed long: "I'm not in a hurry."

"How can you not be in a hurry?" Hua Chun was anxious: "You are such a good gene, you can't waste it in the long river of history! We must marry a beautiful girl and come back to have more births for the benefit of future generations!"

"...What?" He Changan was at a loss, gene?

"I mean." With a dry laugh, Huachun hurriedly sought to make up for it: "You have such a good-looking appearance, and you have more children. It must be beautiful too."

"What's the use of looking good?" There was a little sorrow between his eyes: "It's hard to find a confidant, and it's not a superficial person to attract it? It's not sincere after all."

Hey? It seems to be troublesome? Huachun blinked: "Hasn't the second brother met someone you like?"

"No." He Changan turned his head and looked at him and asked: "What kind of talent is the person you like?"

This question was asked too deeply. Huachun looked down and thought for a while, searched for the chicken soup sentence in his mind, and said with a deep and honest expression: "The person you like will make you think that her beautiful scenery is unique. People."

Glancing at her sideways, He Changan said, "Be clear."

"Just being with her will make you happier than others. If you can't see it, you will miss it. If you dream, you will often dream about it. If you see her from a distance, you can't look away." Huachun thought for a while and said, "Make another analogy. If you see something interesting on the road, and you are the first to think that she wants to share it with her, then you are tempted."

So simple? He Changan thought for a while with a confused look in his eyes, then smiled and nodded: "I understand."

"Just understand, find me a sister-in-law as soon as possible." Huachun smiled, don't start.

The heart is bleeding! With her embarrassing status now, even the male gods can only give people their hands.

However, it is also a good thing for He Changan to get married soon, lest she can see the halazi who is full of pillows.

He Changan was in a good mood after he had probably solved a certain knot. When he returned to the palace, he talked and laughed with Huachun along the way. Both of them seemed to have a rainbow above their heads, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

As a result, as soon as I entered the Zichen Hall, I saw the emperor looking into the mirror with a serious face, hearing their movements, putting down the things in his hands, and looking at them with a black face: "I just came back?"

The rainbow above her head suddenly changed to a dark cloud, Huachun followed He Changan to salute, and then stood beside the emperor with her lips pressed.

"There was a delay on the road for some hours." She said: "Do you want to read the book for you now?"

Yu Wenjie originally wanted to say that the zigzag had been changed almost, but after thinking about it, he nodded, "Read it."

He Chang'an arched his hands and said, "Weichen still has things to do, so he should leave the palace first."

This is what he specifically worked as a bodyguard for Hua Jinghua.

"Yeah." The emperor nodded.

Huachun hurriedly whispered: "Second brother, remember to help me go back to the house to see the green curls. By the way, tell them that I am fine, so they don't have to worry."

He Changan nodded, winked at her to express his understanding, and then walked away unhurriedly.

Those peach eyes are still charged! Huachun looked at his back stupidly, and smiled.

Yu Wenjie frowned and glanced at her, then began to reflect on himself again. Should his expression be softer like Chang'an? Otherwise, it always gives people a terrible feeling, causing Hua Jinghua to always look at him with a very disgusting face, which is strange.

But do you want him to laugh?

Can't help taking out the small mirror again, Yu Wenjie looked at the person in the mirror, trying to grin.

"Your Majesty." Huachun turned her head and saw this man with a savage face, and she backed away in fright: "Do you have a toothache?"

Yu Wenjie: "..."

A face sank again, and the emperor said gloomily, "My tooth doesn't hurt, you should read the book."

"...Oh." Huachun sat down faithfully, took the folds on the table, cleared his throat, and began to recite in standard Mandarin.

"Woohoo! My emperor's wise, up to heaven and down to earth, is indeed a rare saint in a thousand years! The people of Shu city will kneel for three days to pray for our emperor, so that our emperor will live forever and live without boundaries. ..."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and Hua Chun glanced at the cover. It turned out to be a zippy sent by 800 li urgently. There was no actual content at all, and it was all praise to the emperor.

She has been resting for the past half month. It seems that the people in Zhongshu Province have not done much practical work, and the books are not filtered. This kind of praise that is so explicit and literary is sent.

Take a glance at Yu Wenjie, hey? Still happy to hear?

This person is really cheap, and while saying that he should listen to more suggestions and criticisms, what he loves most is flattery.

"carry on."

Choosing another book, Hua Chun continued to read: "The ministers boldly start to play. Since ancient times, emperors have always had good-looking and good-looking ministers. They will be appointed as nobility and high-ranking. However, courtiers are the backbone of the court. Hold it up. There is Ji'an, an ugly minister in the Ministry of Households, who is only tall and can not lose the prime minister. I hope your majesty will learn from him."

After reading the book without missing a word, Huachun touched her chin with a confused face, looked at Yu Wenjie and asked, "Is he saying I'm a flowery?"

Did you understand it? Then read it to him? It's also really sincere... The emperor pursed his lips and said, "Leave this folder, don't worry about it."

"Why?" Huachun handed him the zucchini: "There are people who recommend talented people."

Yu Wenjie tilted his head, squinted at her and said, "As long as you are truly talented, you don’t have to step on someone else’s position. From the point of comparison with you, the ugly appearance is more talented, no matter it is recommended. People are still recommended, and they are not much better."

Huachun was taken aback.

Although this emperor is not a kind person, he is really a good boss who can tell right from wrong. There are situations in which people climb up everywhere. If other bosses have the same sharp eyes as him, there will not be so many secretive forces in the workplace.

In my heart, he gave him a compliment, and Huachun continued to read the book for him.

Huo Zhaoyi wandered outside the Zichen Hall. She wanted to go in but didn't dare. So she stopped the **** and asked, "Who is the emperor with?"

The little **** answered honestly: "The prime minister."

Why is the prime minister again? Huo Zhaoyi was in a hurry. The emperor ignored no one and stayed with the prime minister these days. Even if the government is busy, you have to make time to meet your concubine, right?

She wanted to step forward with her skirt, but she endured it again, she whispered: "Forget it, it should be just two days if you don't want to be a bird, and the emperor will be free when you are done."

It turned out that the emperor had been busy for five days in a row, staying with Prime Minister Hua, locked in the Zichen Palace, and seeing no one.