Chapter 94 It’s better for men to understand men
Ji Qingrong returned home and mentioned the matter to her husband in the evening.
Lu Juan has been busy with work these days. He came home late at night and heard his wife's words.
He said in surprise: "Ah Rong, you and your fifth sister went to Hanshan Temple and met the emperor?"
Emperor Wu Su is only busier than Lu Juan these days, according to Eunuch Li , I didn’t even have enough sleep at night, why did I go to the temple separately.
Ji Qingrong leaned on the bed and pulled up the brocade quilt.
“Not only did we meet, the emperor stood beside the carriage to accompany Fifth Sister. He also tweeted with Fifth Sister’s daughter for a long time and talked a lot of truth.”
Ji Qingrong Lowering her voice, she leaned closer to his ear mysteriously.
"Let me see, your Majesty is more patient than His Highness Yuan Heng in the palace."
Lu Juan paused and thought deeply: "Your Majesty is not a person who likes to chat. , there must be something of interest to Your Majesty in Fifth Sister.”
What interest can a man have in a woman?
After being nudged by Lu Juan, Ji Qingrong immediately realized why the light in Emperor Wu Su's eyes was.
Sure enough, men understand men!
Ji Qingrong and Lu Juan looked at each other, waiting for him to give them a thorough analysis. Their husbands always had a clear view of official affairs.
Lu Juan touched his wife's belly and said with a smile: "Jiujiu, that little girl is quirky and charming. The Holy Father only has one son, so he must be envious of families with girls."
Ji Qingrong was not familiar with the emperor, and he knew that his expression was extremely soft today. Could it be that he was envious?
But she always felt something was not right.
"Could it be?" She didn't finish her words.
Lu Juan sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and reached out to squeeze her legs.
But when he returned home, his whole mind was focused on Ji Qingrong, and he didn't want to think about foreign affairs anymore, even if that person was the emperor.
"Are your legs sore from walking?"
She put aside her doubts, quickly retracted her legs, and said softly: "I heard that edema will not occur until the third trimester of pregnancy. I am not feeling uncomfortable now, so there is no need for this. ”
He was worried that she would have a hard time getting pregnant, and he felt sorry for him because he went out early and came back late, so busy.
Lu Juan pulled her calf and put it on his lap, and suddenly smiled and said: "Arong, let's have a sweet-smelling and soft daughter."
Didn't it be said before that both men and women were equal? Okay, as long as she likes everything.
Ji Qingrong shook his head and said, "I would rather have a son."
"What's the benefit of having a son?" Lu Juan said dissatisfied.
"You don't know the pressure I'm under, but you still have a good boy in one fell swoop, and you won't have to have another baby in the future."
Ji Qingrong was sensitive after pregnancy, and continued worriedly: "If I keep Can't give birth to a baby What should I do with my son? If my title in the Marquis Mansion is cut off, I would be guilty of a big sin."
But Lu Juan didn't take giving birth to a son seriously and said, "If my second brother has a son, the worst he can do is adopt one. That’s it.”
The second brother, Lu Wei, was a concubine and it was not his turn to inherit the title. However, if Ji Qingrong could not give birth, he would have to adopt him.
Ji Qingrong always felt that it was too unkind to take away someone's son. In addition, her second sister-in-law Feng Shuang looked down on Brother Song as if she were an eyeball, so she couldn't agree.
Seeing Ji Qingrong's face wrinkled, Lu Juan said: "Arong, do you feel bad? It doesn't matter, there are other ways for my husband."
How can we pay back the birth of a son? There is another way.
Ji Qingrong lowered her face and said angrily: "Lu Ziyou! You don't want to find an outside room to help you give birth, do you?"
Lu Juan stopped squeezing her and put his big hand through her panties, found the soft flesh and pinched it.
"You are so cowardly, you dare to call your husband by his first name."
Ji Qingrong's heart tightened, she just called him regardless, but now she felt very regretful, but looking in his eyes There was clearly no anger, and his eyes were bright. "You said there was another way."
Lu Juan untied his belt with one hand and said casually: "The way I said was to give up the throne to the second brother, but that's not the case. Your bad idea of pushing me to the outer room.”
Listening to him talk about giving up the title, it was as simple as giving up a piece of cake.
Ji Qingrong sat up, stared into his eyes and asked, "Husband, do you really think so?"
At this moment, Lu Juan had taken off his outer robe and was only wearing The middle coat inside.
He said leisurely: "Do you think that Ah Rong thinks that I am favored by the emperor only because of my status as the heir to the throne? Without relying on the Marquis Mansion, your husband will not be able to stand up?"
Hearing his confident words, Ji Qingrong suddenly felt at ease.
He then heard Lu Juan say nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, that's not what matters now."
Ji Qingrong felt that there was nothing more important than this now, and her mother-in-law, Cui, would probably listen to these words. You'll be so angry that you go crazy.
But the next moment, Lu Juan took her hand and put it somewhere, and the arrogant emperor's favorite in the court whispered in her ear: "Help me, Ah Rong."
< br>It’s just that the solution given by Lu Juan was so satisfying to her that Ji Qingrong had no choice but to comply with his wishes.
After taking another bath, Ji Qingrong leaned sleepily in Lu Juan's arms.
Lu Juan stroked her back and lowered his eyes in deep thought.
Now that he is a clan member of the Hou Mansion, he may become a grindstone one day. Emperor Wu Su is not an emperor who is willing to work together with aristocratic families.
His Majesty comes from a noble family and has long seen through this intricate network of clan relationships.
Every major aristocratic family looks glamorous, but in fact, there is filth buried underneath, and they are rotten from the root.
Emperor Wu Su wanted to rectify it, but he had not yet found a suitable opportunity to do it, and it was unknown which company he would start from.
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One week later.
White lanterns were hung at the gate of Ji Mansion.
Ji Changyan, the third son of the Ji family, went to prison after spending some time in prison.
Mrs. Ji has been lingering on her sick bed since she came back from Cining Palace. She was too worried and her health was not getting better. When she learned the news of her grandson's death, she became even more ill.
Mrs. Wu cried and fainted several times while holding the memorial tablet, so the funeral ceremony was entirely supported by Mrs. Qiao.
The whole hall was white, not many people came to pay homage, and the mourning hall was deserted.
Because Ji Changyan was a sinner during his lifetime, none of the friends he usually played with showed up, and even King Yong didn't show up. He only sent people to deliver sacrifices.
The ceremony was managed by Princess Yong, and she also took this opportunity to send a message to Ji Qingwu.
Tao Wanyin took the first prescription she gave her and her health has improved. Now she is just waiting to see when the second prescription will take effect.
Ji Qingwu sat in front of the window of Wutong Garden.
She was wearing a white plain dress without a headdress, as pure as a hibiscus. She held a wick soaked in vinegar and added water to the outer layer of the lampshade to make an ever-burning lamp.
Originally, she did not plan to go to the mourning hall, but no matter how many grudges she had, they should be dissipated and settled with the person's death.
Ji Qingwu placed the eternal lamp in a corner of the mourning hall, lit another stick of incense, and left.
She had just walked out of the main entrance and walked in the direction of Wutong Garden when a sharp shout came from behind her.
"You are not allowed to leave!"
Ji Qingyuan, who was so thin that her face was sharp, stood behind her.
Asking for tickets~~
(End of this chapter)