"Isn't it enough for you to have me by your side, Ali? That brat Yan Chengfeng also comes to accompany you every day." He said with some resentment, and leaned over to kiss her stickyly.

After kissing her until she was out of breath, he leaned against her forehead and asked, "Who does A-Li want to enter the palace to accompany you?"

"Song Jinjin." The daughter of General Hubei Song Zhengping, she married Song Zhengping's subordinate three years ago.

"Okay." He touched her soft waist and rubbed it gently. "I promised Ali, is there a reward? Ali, can you please love me tonight?"

Feeling the burning heat in his eyes, Zhu Fuli's ears turned red and she whispered, "Yeah."

He just wanted her in various ways.

After getting her consent, Yan Tinglan lifted her body and kissed her, earning a soft moan from her.

The next day, Song Jinjin, who received the imperial edict, entered the palace with her two-year-old daughter.

"Your Highness has greeted the Queen."

"Get up." Zhu Fuli went to help her up, with a smile on his face, and hugged her, "Jinjin, it's been a long time, let's be informal."

Song Jinjin is two years older than her, but they are very close friends.

Among the many ladies in Beijing, she could only get along with Song Jinjin.

Song Jinjin hugged her back and couldn't help but look at her, "Fuli, are you doing well in the palace?"

"very good."

Song Jinjin saw the smile on her face, "Seeing that you are smiling, I know you are not lying."

This close friend of hers seldom smiles. When she is happy, her expression will just not be so cold. Now she is smiling, which means she is really living a good life.

"You asked me to come over. What do you want me to do with you?"

"Sunbathe, and talk as usual."

Song Jinjin couldn't help but want to pinch her face, "Are you treating me like a storyteller again?"

"Then will you tell me?"

"How can I not answer you?" Song Jinjin held her daughter and lay on the chaise longue.

She pinched her daughter's face and said, "Xi'er, do you still remember your aunt?"

Meng Lingxi stared at Zhu Fuli with her eyes wide open, then stretched out her hand, "Auntie, hug me~"

Zhu Fuli held her in his arms, pinched her soft cheeks, and then took a piece of Yikehua pastry and put it in her hand, "Eat it."

"Thank you~"

"Be good." She rubbed Meng Lingxi's head.

After Meng Lingxi got the food, she nestled quietly in Zhu Fuli's arms.

Song Jinjin told Zhu Fuli the latest gossip in the capital. While Zhu Fuli was listening, he poked the dimples on Meng Lingxi's arms for fun.

She was not annoyed, and seemed to have no temper, allowing Zhu Fuli to poke her.

Zhu Fuli brought a cup of warm water to Meng Lingxi's lips, "Are you thirsty?"

Meng Lingxi sipped the water in the cup with her hand.

"I see that you are now able to take care of the child in a professional manner. When Xi'er called out to you while I was holding her, you just threw her to me."

Zhu Fuli poked Meng Lingxi's face without saying anything. She was just being taken care of by Yan Tinglan, so she did it subconsciously when she held Meng Lingxi.

"The reason I asked you to come to the palace was mainly to make you the female teacher in my school." Zhu Fuli briefly talked about the school.

Song Jinjin's eyes lit up. Born into a family of military generals, Song Jinjin could not learn any poetry, calligraphy or painting, but he could wield spears and sticks with great vigor.

"Really?"

"real."

"Does the Emperor agree?"

"Agreed."

"Don't men, especially those in high positions, dislike their wives and concubines being in the spotlight?"

"He's different. He said women can't just be trapped in the backyard." Zhu Fuli said, "He also said he supports everything I want to do."

Song Jinjin was very surprised. "It seems that the emperor is really a wise ruler. My husband often told me how talented and wise the emperor is."

Thinking that Zhu Fuli wanted to accompany her close friend, Yan Tinglan did not return to Fengyi Palace at noon and went back before dinner.

After dinner and washing up, Zhu Fuli lay down on the bed, reading a book. Seeing Yan Tinglan coming back from washing up, she threw away the book and looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Tinglan got on the bed, held her in his arms, and rested his forehead against hers.

"Husband, I..." She pursed her lips, opened her clear eyes and reached out to pull the tie around his waist, leaning over to his ear, "Let's have a child, okay?"