In September, the chrysanthemums in the courtyard had buds, and the buds were about to bloom. The autumn wind blew, and the branches swayed with the wind, with charming postures. The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the clouds, and in an instant it was brilliant. The sun slowly rose in the east, and the pale golden light hit the chrysanthemums in the courtyard, and the buds about to bloom opened little by little... "The cry of a child broke the silence of the early morning.

It's born, it's born, sir, the young master is born." The steward who was waiting outside the door with his master heard the sound inside and knew that the young master inside had given birth to a child safely. His face was more excited than his master.

The emperor stood outside the room, staring at the door, as if he could see inside through the door, his eyes were focused.

After a while, the door of the room was opened from the inside. The mother came out and saluted to the master outside the door, saying with a smile, "Congratulations, master. The young master has successfully given birth to a little boy."

"Reward!" The emperor said a word, then stepped over the threshold and went into the room.

The room was tidied up, and when the master came in, the servants inside went out.

The person on the bed was still awake, with sweat-soaked hair on his forehead sticking to his face. His pale face made him look indescribably weak. After the child was born, Fang Ziye was still in good spirits. The little guy in his belly came out without torturing him much. He knew how to love his mother and was a well-behaved child.

When she was pregnant, Fang Ziye could feel that the baby in her belly was a little boy. This baby was not as active as his two elder brothers, and he would just turn over occasionally. When he was born, he was really a little boy.

The baby was asleep in the cradle, with rosy skin, dark hair, a straight nose, and a sweet sleep with his lips pursed. When the emperor came in, he saw the person on the bed tilting her head and looking at the baby in her arms. Both the big and the small were the apple of his eye. Hearing footsteps, Fang Ziye raised his head and saw the person coming in. He glanced at the emperor, then lowered his head to look at the baby in his arms. The smile on his lips did not change, and he looked at the baby lying in his arms tenderly.

Only after becoming a mother did he understand the love a mother has for her children. Now that he is also a mother, holding the little child in his arms, his heart and eyes are filled with the little person in his arms.

Ye'er." When the emperor saw that he was not welcomed when he came in, he also remembered what good things he had done in the past, and it was normal for him to be unwelcome. The matter of Erbaoer stood between them and became an issue that should never be mentioned. Once it was touched upon, the emperor would be prepared to be looked down upon.

Seeing him, Ye'er held the child in his arms, lowered his head and ignored him.

The emperor brought it upon himself, and it could only be said that he deserved it, "Ye'er." "The emperor knew his Ye'er's temper, he would rather be treated softly than harshly. The emperor did not back down even when he was looked down upon, he shamelessly came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched his head to look at the child wrapped in the swaddling clothes, this was his first baby, but he had promised his Ye'er that he would raise the child with him, the emperor said flatteringly, "Ye'er, look at this child, he is so pretty, he looks like you, this is obviously a flattering remark, a newborn baby is red like a little monkey, how can it be pretty?

When Fang Ziye heard the emperor's words, he was angry and funny, how could he tell that the child looked like him! He heard the emperor's flattery and gave the emperor a displeased look.

When he saw someone smiling, the emperor knew that his Ye'er was no longer bothering him. The emperor moved closer and went over to look at the newborn baby with his Ye'er. This was the little brother his Ye'er gave birth to. The emperor liked him the more he looked at him.

The two leaned together and looked at the sleeping child in the cradle. The emperor couldn't help but kiss the boy in front of him.

After being kissed on the forehead, Fang Ziye raised his eyes. The two people's eyes intertwined. He looked into Feng Lingxiao's eyes, which were full of him.

"Ye'er." The emperor had a deep gaze and a low, hoarse voice as he called his Ye'er over and over again, "Ye'er, have I ever told you that I love you. I love you.

After Fang Ziye realized what the emperor was saying to him, two blushes appeared on his face.

"Ye'er, what about you? Are you also happy...?" "The emperor raised the corners of his mouth. He supported himself on the bed with one hand and pinched the chin of the person who turned his head away with the other hand to prevent him from escaping. Without waiting for anyone to answer, the emperor leaned down and kissed her light red lips. Their lips stuck together, and the emperor's tongue pried open the closed teeth and drove straight in.

Lips and teeth are dependent on each other, wet and blended, I am happy with you, you are happy with me, just like they have been entangled together for so many years, good or bad, only those who are in it know.

When the kiss ended, the emperor looked at the confused person under him and chuckled softly. He couldn't help but kiss her red lips again. At this time, someone knocked on the door. The servant outside the door was waiting to bring in food. After getting a response, the servant outside the door brought in the food. Fang Ziye's face was slightly red, with a little blood on his face, and his lips that were kissed were still a little swollen.

"Give it to me, and you can go out." The emperor took the bowl from the servant, waved his hand, and asked everyone to go out. The servants who came in went out very smartly, but before leaving, they took the young master on the bed away. There

were only two people left in the room, and the emperor held the bowl and clumsily fed the person on the bed.

The spoon was passed to his lips, and he could not refuse. Fang Ziye glanced at the person who was feeding him, then opened his mouth and ate. Neither of them spoke a word. After a bowl of porridge, Fang Ziye did not want to eat anymore.

Go to sleep. When you wake up, the child will still be by your side. I will stay here with you for a while. "The emperor had put aside the memorials in the study waiting for him to deal with. Seeing that he was sleepy and had his eyes half-open, the emperor spoke softly.

After eating, Fang Ziye felt sleepy, but he held his eyelids open.

After getting the emperor's assurance, he closed his eyelids and fell asleep in a short while. He must have been too tired.

The emperor, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, sat there for a long time, just looking at the sleeping person, and no one knew what he was thinking. Raising his hand, the emperor gently stroked Fang Ziye's hair and wiped the hair that fell on Fang Ziye's black hair was pulled to his ears, revealing his smooth forehead. He examined it carefully, kissed it, waited for a while, then stood up and went out.

The chrysanthemums in the yard that were about to bloom bloomed overnight, and the yard was filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

The person standing in front of the window looked at the chrysanthemums in the yard, the flowers bloomed and fell, year after year, and the time passed. He had stayed in this small courtyard for so long without realizing it. Fang Ziye remembered that not long after he gave birth to Baoer, the man went to Nanyang and brought him back here in person.

·In the blink of an eye, time passed very quickly. Autumn went and winter came. This winter is coming soon.

It has been a month since the child was born. The child has changed day by day. Every day, he is different.

The weather outside is cold. Fang Ziye can't take the child outside. He is afraid that the wind will catch the child cold. So he lets the child stay in the small bed in the house. The child is wrapped in a swaddle and sleeps. The child rarely worries him since he was born. He sleeps when he is full and eats when he wakes up. He even rarely cries. He feeds and takes care of the child by himself. The child was born in September when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Fang Ziye named the child Jiuer and took his surname. The man didn't object.

"Brother, I'm Han'er." Little Han'er could speak now. He lay on the bed and looked at little brother, chattering along with the sleeping little brother. He liked little brother, and when little brother grew up, he could play with him. He hoped that little brother could grow up quickly so that he could play with him soon.

Ershun, who was accompanying him, smiled when he heard Master Han'er talking to Master Xiao.

Little Han'er had been raised in this small courtyard since he was born, and was rarely taken outside. Except for the last time when he went to Caojia Village, Fang Ziye took the children out. After coming back here, Haner was always in this small courtyard. Later, when Jiuer was born, he had no time to take care of that child. Haner was mostly taken care of by his grandmother. This child was an obedient child since he was young. He played quietly in this small courtyard and didn't make trouble.

But since Jiuer was born, Haner loved to come and play with A Di, and Fang Ziye let him.

He couldn't hate this child. Adults' affairs had nothing to do with children. Fang Ziye didn't want to vent the anger of adults on the child. Liang Xijun was just a poor person like him. Fang Ziye just hoped that one day Liang Xijun would not vent her anger on Erbaoer after knowing everything.

Later, he wondered who was wrong between them. If he and Feng Lingxiao could be together when they were still in Zhenmenguan, would there be no Liang Xijun, and there wouldn't be so many things that happened later. It's just that they happened to start this wrong relationship at that wrong time, and now they are inseparable and entangled together in a myriad of ways.

Fang Ziye waited until very late at night for the emperor to come.

Ye'er, why aren't you asleep so late? "The fireplace in the room was lit early, so it was not cold. The emperor came in from outside and saw the person sitting at the table, reading and waiting for him, so he walked in. Fang Ziye put down the book in his hand, looked up at the emperor and said, "I have something to tell you." "Well, go ahead." The emperor carried the person to the bed and put him down. "If you have anything to tell me in the future, just send someone to tell me that I'd better come earlier if I can, and don't wait for me here stupidly, otherwise I will be busy too late. But if you come, don't you have to wait until dawn?

I want to take the children to Nanyang and come back after the New Year." Fang Ziye thought to himself, I wouldn't be so stupid, he said. The emperor held the person in his arms. He knew that he missed the children in Caojia Village and wanted to go there to spend the New Year with them.

"Ye'er, wouldn't it be nice if you stayed here to spend the New Year with me?" The emperor wanted someone to stay here to spend the New Year with him. Fang Ziye lowered his head and said nothing. The emperor sighed in his heart and said, "I'm afraid it will snow today, that's why I don't want you to go there now. I'm afraid something will happen to you on the way and I won't be with you. Ye'er, why don't you wait until the snow melts after the New Year? I promise to have someone take you there then."

He didn't stop him from going. After knowing that Fang Ziye would never leave him again, the emperor gave Fang Ziye more freedom. In fact, if possible, the emperor still likes his people to stay where he can see them. It's just that sometimes only by giving people freedom appropriately can you hold people more firmly in your hands. The emperor understands this.

The premise of giving people freedom is that the person must stay by his side.

Fang Ziye had just given birth to a child and her body had not recovered so quickly. The child was still young, so it was not good to take him to such a far place at this time. The journey is long... Even though the world is peaceful now and the rebels in various places have been suppressed by the troops he sent, there are still bandits who take advantage of the situation to rob.

Fang Ziye understands this truth. In fact, he doesn't want to stay in this small courtyard. He doesn't know how he will survive the long winter. He doesn't want to wait for this person to come here day by day. He is not happy here. He wants to leave. Even if it was just a short absence.

He missed the children in Caojia Village, and also missed the happiness there, the simplicity, and the lack of complexity.

But in the end he understood what the emperor said, and since the emperor took a step back, Fang Ziye nodded and said that he would take the child there after the New Year when he was older.

The lights in the room were blown out!