Bei Lingyao smiled slightly. She could understand Emperor Kant's feelings, but his enthusiasm was a little unbearable.
Look, he stamped Bei Lingyao's face again with the sound of smacking.
Bei Lingyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pushed him, "Hurry up and review the memorials. You can't stay up too late from now on."
"Yes, go to bed early."
Emperor Kangde wanted to accompany Bei Lingyao to take care of her pregnancy, so when he received the message from the Supreme Emperor, he showed it to Bei Lingyao.
Bei Lingyao smiled broadly, "Then we'll wait for the vegetables raised by the chickens father raises."
The emperor emeritus could be said to be the most special elder she had ever met.
After thousands of sails have passed, the dross has been washed away and the original nature has been returned.
Bei Lingyao's spiritual sense was paying attention to the situation at the manor.
The concubines and royal consorts each had their own way of living, and some even believed in Buddhism or Taoism, but only the emperor was serious about farming and doing it himself.
Although there were three or two concubines and imperial concubines who followed the retired emperor to farm, they just watched the palace servants work.
At this moment, Bei Lingyao looked over and saw that the emperor was not in the manor, but was planting rice in the paddy fields outside the manor.
There were two leeches crawling on his feet. The emperor rubbed them with his hands, pulled them off and threw them aside.
The two concubines next to them were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they screamed.
The Emperor waved his hands in disappointment. "It wasn't thrown on you. Why are you screaming? Go back. I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming. Now you're afraid of this and that. Not only can you not help, but you're also affecting my mood."
The retired emperor was depressed, but he was still very tolerant of the concubines and imperial concubines who had accompanied him for many years.
When they heard that he was going out of the manor to plant rice, many concubines and imperial concubines wanted to follow him, and he chose two to follow.
They were not asked to go to the fields with us, but just watching from the edge of the field was enough to make them jump.
It really affects my mood.
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[I'm still recovering from my illness, so I won't be able to update this month. The seventh short story might not be long. In the future, Tangtang also wants to write stories about the world of beasts, women, and the stars. What do you think, my dears?]
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