A month passed quickly, and Wen Mingyu saw that her two milk dumplings were almost the same every day.

Wen Mingyu lay in front of the crib and looked at them.

There were also cribs in ancient times. Because they were royalty, they were naturally made of good wood and carved with auspicious patterns. The quilt was also made of silk and satin, which was soft and comfortable.

Wen Mingyu also hung a wind chime on it, which acts as a rotating bed bell. The colors are bright, and it is easy to attract the attention of the small group. Wen Mingyu stretched out his hand, the silk pendant swayed, and the jade pieces collided, making a crisp sound of ding ding dong dong.

The two little dumplings in the crib were immediately attracted by the sound, and they were both very happy just looking at the swaying ringing jade wind chimes, and their mouths curved into a smile.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but laugh when she saw it.

At the same time, I still feel a little reluctant, after all, I have to prepare to go back to work.

After Mu Zhan finished his political affairs, he also came over and sat beside the cot, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to postpone it for a while? Wouldn't it be better for your body to recuperate for a while?"

Wen Mingyu shook her head and said with a smile: "The imperial doctor Said that I can resume my daily life, and if I stay longer, I will become a salted fish, and I love to be paralyzed even more, and I am too lazy to go out."

Mu Zhan felt that it did not matter, even if Wen Mingyu didn't like to go out, he was in You can also do what you want here, and let them come over if you want friends.

However, when Wen Mingyu wants to become an official in the court, he will not stop him, and will provide help when he needs it. The two also discussed political affairs from time to time.

Although Mu Zhan's temper is not good, once he is identified as an individual, except for some bottom-line principles, he can almost be said to be infinitely pampering and conniving.

Wen Mingyu likes the two little dumplings very much, but it doesn't conflict with him going to work, and he will play with the little dumplings when he comes back.

After chatting for a while, we set a time to go back to work, two days later.

Therefore, in addition to preparing for going back, Wen Mingyu spent her free time with the little dumplings.

On the day of returning to work, I woke up early to wash up, put on my official uniform, walked to the crib, put my hand on the small fist held by Little Pepper and Little Sticky Cake, and touched it, they naturally opened their hands and held his fingers.

He smiled and said warmly, "My dear, Daddy will be back before the evening." The

two little dumplings couldn't understand it, but after a month, they felt a little familiar with Wen Mingyu, and they were so milky. He smiled, his eyes curved into crescents, as if responding.

When Wen Mingyu stood up and turned around, she met Mu Zhan's face, her eyes were dark and deep, and she was looking at him faintly.

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Inexplicably, I saw the resentment in Mu Zhan's eyes, as if he was saying that everyone else had a share of being alone and forgot me, right?

Wen Mingyu immediately stepped forward, hugged him, and kissed him on the chin, soothing the big dog hook who felt that he had fallen out of favor.

But how could Mu Zhan be satisfied with just a simple kiss? He pinched Wen Mingyu's chin, so that he had to look up at himself, then leaned over, put his arms around his waist, facing the red and tender He kissed his lips deeply, licked gently, plundered his breath, never let go of any part of his mouth, and then sucked the wet lips like a taste, and the two slowly fell together.

At the end of the kiss, Wen Mingyu's face was dyed red, and the color of her lips became darker, and her lips were also glowing with light water. She had a pink face and red lips, which was as beautiful as peach blossoms, which was eye-catching.

Mu Zhan was deeply attracted, and he was reluctant to look away, rubbing his fingertips on his warm and soft lips.

Wen Mingyu hugged him, leaned in his arms, and gasped for breath. It's been a long time since I kissed like this, but it felt a little intense. Because of the confinement period during pregnancy and postpartum, Mu Zhan was very careful in everything he did. Like a fragile porcelain doll, the kiss was just a gentle kiss, which made Wen Mingyu always feel not satisfied.

But now, just like back in the past, the imperial doctor said yesterday that Wen Mingyu's body has almost recovered, and everything can be done.

Mu Zhan lowered his head and rubbed his lips again, and said in a low voice, "Tonight..."

The following words were hidden between the lips and teeth, ambiguous and vague, and they were eaten together.

Wen Mingyu naturally thought about it, so he nodded, his eyes were bright, and he was ashamed to discuss this in the daytime, but at the same time he couldn't help but look forward to it.

In the end, Wen Mingyu walked out of the Taiji Hall with Mu Zhan with a blushing face. There is no need to worry about the two small dumplings, there are palace servants who are good at taking care of children, and there are a lot of them.

But after three months, when she returned to her post, Wen Mingyu felt a lot more unfamiliar. It was like going back to see her classmates during a summer vacation. .

Fortunately, as long as you do things as usual as before, you will soon regain the familiarity. When you talk, it's like breaking the ice, just chat a few more words.

Because he was on sick leave, his colleagues naturally cared about his health first. He just finished confinement, although his body has recovered a lot, but if he looks carefully, he can still see that his face is not as rosy as before, and he does feel a little weak after recovering from a serious illness.

Wen Mingyu said that he was fine, so they congratulated him on his recovery and gave him some small gifts. Wen Mingyu guessed that this would be the case, and brought some gifts in return when she came. It was not expensive, but it was just right. It made people feel comfortable without pressure. Knowing the world is one of the reasons for Wen Mingyu's popularity among colleagues.

After starting work, it was a bit jerky at first, but it didn't take long to get back to the state, and I still completed today's tasks ahead of schedule. When it was time to get off work, I could leave on time.

Of course Mu Zhan also got off work, and even wanted to leave early, but thinking that it was too high-profile, Wen Mingyu would definitely disagree. He had to wait until the time before he put down the wolf and decisively got up and left.

We didn't go together at first, but when we got back to the palace road, there was nothing to cover up, and they walked back to the Taiji Hall together.

The first time, of course, is to see how the little sticky cake and the little pepper are doing today when I am not here, and if anything happened. The palace servants all responded respectfully.

Wen Mingyu saw the two little dumplings sleeping soundly in the crib, so she naturally felt relieved. After dinner, she took the rattle to play with them.

Mu Zhan was also next to him, and he had more contact with the children. He was even asked by Wen Mingyu to hold a bird-shaped rattle in his hand, and faced the two small dumplings, shaking his face blankly and then shaking it again, as if a person was being A social animal that is forced to operate.

Wen Mingyu turned her head to see it, but she was helpless and funny, "Is it so reluctant?"

Mu Zhan pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but said with disgust, "It's a bit naive.

" He didn't hesitate to retort: ​​"You are childish enough if you don't play the rattle, don't worry."

Mu Zhan showed a surprised look, obviously in disbelief, "Why am I childish?"

Wen Mingyu immediately said: "You still Remember when you deliberately threw the ball and asked Huo Hongyu to pick it up?"Mu Zhan recalled with a frown, "It was he who said he would be a dog if he lost, what's the problem with picking up the ball."

Wen Mingyu said without thinking: " How old is he, aren't you bullying the child? And it's me who bet with him, even if it's a dog, it's my dog, it's me who let him do things."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Mingyu felt that she had just said that. The words don't seem right. What's going on in his head, this speech is a bit dangerous.

Mu Zhan's expression changed instantly, and he repeated in a deep voice, "Your, dog?"

Wen Mingyu was annoyed, and just wanted to say that she was wrong, but Mu Zhan said the next sentence: "What about me? "

Wen Mingyu was stunned, his mind was a little bit hard to turn around, wait, what does this sentence mean, is he thinking crooked? How do you feel that Mu Zhan is going to steal the dog's identity from Huo Hongyu? This is not normal, is it not a good person?

Wen Mingyu was confused by Mu Zhan's too miraculous ability to focus on key points, and waved his hand, "No..."

It was his fault, and this topic should not be discussed.

However, Mu Zhan felt that he was denying it. He frowned and was a little displeased. The rattle in his hand made a crisp sound and asked persistently, "Why am I not?"

Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded, and he stuttered a little, "No, this... It's not suitable to say it in front of a child, right?"

Mu Zhan grabbed his wrist and pulled the person up, "Then go to what is appropriate to say. The place."

Before Wen Mingyu could react, she was taken out, Mu Zhan ordered the palace staff to take care of the prince and princess, walked out of the palace door, and returned to the main palace with Wen Mingyu.

Going around the screen, Wen Mingyu was pushed onto the dragon bed. When he lay down, he noticed the smile on the corner of Mu Zhan's mouth. Suddenly, he pointed at him and said, "You deliberately tricked me!"

Mu Zhan held his hand. , brought it to his mouth and kissed his fingertips, smiled and said, "It's not all fake, how about calling your master tonight?"

Wen Mingyu: "..."

Unable to control her face, she blushed.

Damn, this dog emperor is so good, so scary.

Wen Mingyu felt that she was being led on the crooked road and kept running wildly, which was not normal. Hearing this, he even felt a little hopeful.

Wen Mingyu moved his lips, and then whispered, "Is it just called the master?"

Mu Zhan thought for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he lowered his head and leaned to the side of Wen Mingyu's neck, opened his mouth and rubbed his teeth against his ear. A moment, and then, a low, low bark, a vague but real bark.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but slightly widened her eyes, thinking that either Mu Zhan was crazy or he had hallucinations.

The problem of writing the script came out. In an instant, he made up a lot of plots in his brain, as if he really raised a large dog that was clingy. The dog turned into a demon and turned into a human. very many.When the curtain of the bed fell, Mu Zhan respectfully asked from time to time, is the master satisfied, the master wants me to be like this, or... ok, obey, I will do everything... I do

n't know how long it took before Wen Mingyu was carried out by Mu Zhan and went to Take a shower, then look at the baby again, and finally go to bed.

On a rest day, the weather is very good, and a bright winter sun hangs high in the sky, warm.

Wen Mingyu put bright yellow hats on Little Sticky Cake and Little Pepper, with small plush ears on both of them, like two fat bear cubs coming out to play.

One was held by Wen Mingyu, and the other was held by Mu Zhan, because the two milk dumplings were still small, only more than forty days old, they couldn't be in the sun for too long, and it was time for a cup of tea. Just walk around the courtyard of Taiji Temple.

Wen Mingyu covered her head and face as the imperial doctor said, and let the little dumpling's hands and fat jiojio bask in the sun. Little Pepper is more lively than Little Sticky Cake. He likes to play with his hands and feet in the crib. Now that he is outdoors, he is even more excited. He can't control his short legs and shows a happy smile.

The little sticky cake is more restrained, lying in his father's arms, squinting, holding two small fists, happily enjoying the warm sun.

The two little dumplings are too cute, especially likable.

When I got to the yard, I naturally saw the snowmen that Mu Zhan had built before. There were two large snowmen surrounded by many small ones, and the tops of their heads were decorated with branches or leaves.

Wen Mingyu of course still remembered what happened to these snowmen, and couldn't help laughing when he saw it. One of the purposes of coming out today is to take a look. After all, when the weather gets warmer, these little snowmen will melt.

At this moment, Wen Mingyu pointed at the little snowman and said to the two little dumplings, "That's your younger brother and sister."

Mu Zhan: "..."

Wen Mingyu couldn't help seeing his delicate expression. Haha, laughing straight, very rude, although the two little dumplings still can't laugh, but they seem to be able to vaguely feel the happy mood on Daddy's body. The fist seems to be responding to Wen Mingyu.

Wen Mingyu squeezed their little hands, nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, that's right."

Mu Zhan: "..." I'm going to shovel those snowmen now.

Wen Mingyu seemed to be able to read minds, and then said with a smile: "This is the snowman made by His Majesty himself. It is of great significance. Wouldn't it be a pity to melt after the weather is hot."

Mu Zhan: "...It's not a pity."

Wen Mingyu didn't seem to hear it, and continued: "Why don't you move it to the ice cellar and store it up, when the little sticky cake and the little pepper grow up, and in the summer, I will go with my younger brother and sister. Playing."

Mu Zhan couldn't listen anymore, he held Xiao Chili in one hand and stretched out the other hand, pinching Wen Mingyu's face, in a somewhat rough way, resting his palm under his chin, and pinching his thumb on one side , the index and middle fingers pinched the other side of the face, as if to force feed something.

The strength was not great, but Wen Mingyu's mouth was forced to pout, like a little love, as if someone would come and kiss her.

Mu Zhan bowed his head and kissed him, then leaned very close to him, squinting slightly, and said a little dangerously: "Do you want to continue talking? I would mistakenly think that you want to give them brothers and sisters too much."

They were very close , The two little dumplings in his arms were almost sticking together, looking at them with dark eyes, as if curious about what the father and father were doing.

Wen Mingyu resolutely shut up and shook his head, but his eyes were obviously eager to try, and he wanted to make fun of Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan rubbed his face with his fingertips for a while, then slowly retracted his hand.

Wen Mingyu glanced around, hoping that no one saw the scene just now. She was a little embarrassed to kiss outdoors in broad daylight. Fortunately, the palace staff stood a little far away and didn't look here.

At the same time, he couldn't help but cover the eyes of the two little dumplings with his hands, feeling a little inappropriate, would he teach bad children. However, Mu Zhan disagreed, feeling that it was natural for the two to be intimate, and a kiss was nothing, it would be better to say that they had a good relationship, and the emotional infection to the children was even better.

It was time for a cup of tea. Wen Mingyu carried the small dumplings back to the hall, covered their eyes with her hands, and then took them away, but it made them discover something interesting. Her round eyes were bright and she waved excitedly. fist.

Wen Mingyu played with them for a while, smiled silly, and later brought Mu Zhan over to play together.

After a rest day, I went to work as usual. After a busy day, I saw two fluffy milk dumplings in the crib, and I felt instantly healed.

Wen Mingyu picked up the little sticky cake and couldn't help but poked his soft face, it was like jelly, and a small pit was dented, making people unable to help but spit at the little face.

The little sticky cake was kissed by his father, and he seemed to be very happy, his eyes crooked with a smile. Wen Mingyu wanted to let go of him and hug Xiao Chili again, but he was still a little reluctant. The little hand grabbed his dangling hair and refused to let go.

Wen Mingyu smiled and coaxed before putting him down and picking up Little Pepper again.

When Little Pepper is awake, he is always so energetic, waving a small fist into the air. Wen Mingyu squeezed gently, and she opened her little finger and held Wen Mingyu's finger. Wen Mingyu looked down and thought it was so cute that she even wanted to kiss her little hands, and even had the urge to put them in her mouth.

Well, isn't he a bit perverted like this?

Wen Mingyu reflected on herself, and then kissed, but after the kiss, she wiped them clean with a clean pompom and destroyed the corpses.

Afterwards, Wen Mingyu told Mu Zhan that the little dumplings were very healing, and Mu Zhan also nodded, indeed seeing them feel better unconsciously.

But this idea did not last long.

Because they cried so much at night when they were two months old.

Wen Mingyu was worried before that compared to the little chili, the little sticky cake seemed to be less energetic, and whether the body would not be so good. After hearing from the imperial doctor, the little prince and the little princess were very healthy, so he was relieved. , I think it may be a different temperament.

But when he heard the cry of Xiao Nian Cake at night, Wen Mingyu didn't feel that way at all.

The cry was like thunder, and the magic sound penetrated the brain.

At night, there are naturally palace people to take care of the two little masters, but Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan are worried that the children are too far away from themselves, and they are arranged in the side hall. It's quiet at night, and it's just separated by a wall. If the sound is loud, you can still pass through.

One troupe may be better, but they are twins, one crying will naturally wake up the other, and then the two troupes will perform a duet together, which is earth-shattering.

The two fathers didn't feel cured now, and Mu Zhan even felt that if it wasn't his own child, he would want to put a sack and throw it away.

In the end, I still feel distressed that the two little dumplings may cry so much that their throats hurt. Sometimes, the palace maids can't stop coaxing them, so Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan get up and go over to coax them in person.

Shake it gently, or put it in the cradle, and play games with them for a while.