She is really a country dog ​​who has never seen snow.

Holding the hand on his waist, he said, "Let me go. I want to go out and play for a while! If we go too late, the snow will be trampled dirty by them!"

The man's long arms were wrapped around her waist, like an iron hoop, tightly wrapped around her waist, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry them apart.

With squinting eyelids, there are only two words:

"You are not allowed to go."

"My son is not afraid of the cold! No one knows a child better than his mother. If you don't let me play in the snow today, I will kick the lid of your coffin when my son grows up!" Qin Ye protested.

Yoho.

That's really incredible.

"Then let's wait until this bastard grows up. Today I happen to be free and can guard you for a whole day." He sat down, put the person on his lap, and leaned back in the chair leisurely.

Seeing her so angry and frustrated, I felt so happy.

What a heartless little thing!

She left him alone to sleep last night and just left without saying anything. She was so heartless and didn't consider his feelings at all.

Well, don’t think about playing in the snow today. If he is unhappy, she won’t be happy either.

Qin Ye was depressed.

"If I'm not in a good mood, it will have a serious impact on my child's development."

"The end of the year is approaching. This year's tax revenue for my fiefdom will probably be over 500,000 taels."

"What!?"

Qin Ye sat up straight instantly, "Five... five hundred thousand? Ten thousand? Five hundred thousand!"

His pupils widened and golden light flashed in his eyes.

It's the smell of money that comes from getting rich quickly!

The man stroked her smooth hair and said lovingly, "I'm sorting out local tax information recently. It will take about seven or eight days for this tax to be transported to the imperial capital. By then, I'll spread a blanket for you, and you can sit on the ground, among a pile of gold and silver, and count the money for me, okay?"

ah!

That really couldn’t be better!

Five hundred thousand taels of silver, she had to count until her hands were tired, her eyes were dizzy, and stars appeared on her head.

"Zong Zhengchen, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before. I always thought you were poor, but it turns out you're not poor. You're really rich. You can collect so much in taxes in a year. You're really rich!"

Qin Ye hugged the man tightly with joy, and he looked so adorable, as if he was adoring a delicious commodity.

The old butler walked in on the snow.

He originally wanted to report it, but after hearing the conversation between the prince and the princess, he opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Princess, what are you so happy about?

You are still too young...

The taxes belong to the national treasury, the prince is just collecting them...

"Then let's not play in the snow today. Let's wait until the baby is born and then play next year. Play however you want. I will never care about you." He touched her head, "Be obedient."

Qin Ye grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and smiled shyly.

With so much money, why play in the snow?

Isn’t it fun to count money?

She nodded shyly, "No more playing. The imperial physician told me to rest and take care of the baby. In fact, I don't dare to play too much, for fear of problems."

"That's good."

The old butler's nose was sore. It was really the sour smell of dog food.

"My Lord, my Princess, the young Marquis is here to visit you."

Just as he finished speaking, outside, the sound of shoes squeaking on the snow was heard, accompanied by the boy's clear voice reciting poetry:

"A heavy snowfall is as beautiful as a painting. I wanted to compose a poem to give to the world."

Qin Ye looked and saw a young man in a blue robe and a thick fur coat on the white snow. His hair was tied up high and his bright face was shining with light, making him look like a heroic eagle.

Just about to spread its wings, the future is promising.

He is like this, sandwiched between the transition between semi-maturity and semi-immaturity, and has an indescribable charm.

She laughed and sighed: "I didn't know Ling Qianyi could write poetry."

Immediately, the second half of the young man's verse came:

"But I am uneducated, and I can only say 'wow, the snow is so heavy.'"

"???"