He quickly refused, "Wuhuan, take it yourself. I don't want it. You should keep it for when you and the emperor are old. Such a precious thing..."
Zhu Wuhuan forced the item into the old man's hand and said with a smile, "Dad, just take it. This thing is indeed precious, but your daughter can always find a way to get it again in the future!"
Zhu Huaining refused several times, but Zhu Wuhuan insisted on giving it to him.
He looked helplessly at the small jade bottle in his palm, then looked up at Zhu Wuhuan, "After giving it to my parents, can you really get it again?"
Zhu Wuhuan nodded, "Yes, Dad, don't worry, I will definitely be able to get it when I'm old."
Only then did Zhu Huaining accept the jade bottle.
He gently rubbed Zhu Wuhuan's head, feeling deeply moved. "Thank you, Wuhuan, for giving Dad such a precious gift."
Zhu Wuhuan smiled and said, "Father, if you are so kind, then I want you and my fourth brother to help me build a ship and help me expand overseas. How many times should I thank you?"
She said, "I was never polite to you when I troubled you."
Zhu Huaining smiled helplessly, "Okay, then we won't be polite to each other anymore, father and daughter. If you have anything you want me to do, just tell me. And if you give me something, I'll accept it. Okay?"
Zhu Wuhuan smiled brightly, "Okay!"
The father and daughter quickly left the study and returned to their room.
The family chatted for a while and then the banquet ended.
Feng Changye allowed the ministers to take their families to stroll around the imperial gardens and see the various small animals in the Wanshou Garden, and leave in the evening. Then he ran back to find his wife.
After a while, Zhu Xuanyuan and his wife also came with their fourth brother Zhu Chunjun and Xiaojun An and Xiaojun Yang.
Except for Zhu Longyuan who was recuperating at home, everyone in the Zhu family was present.
Feng Changye and Zhu Wuhuan chatted with the Zhu family about family matters, just like ordinary families visiting relatives, and the atmosphere was particularly warm and harmonious.
It was not until the evening that Feng Changye and Zhu Wuhuan sent the Zhu family away.
The two looked at the sunset in the sky, held each other's fingers tightly, and then smiled at each other.
Tomorrow, they will go to the imperial mausoleum.
I hope the imperial tomb is safe and they can return safely.
Otherwise, today's reunion will be tomorrow's farewell.
...the next day.
Early in the morning, civil and military officials were waiting outside the palace.
After Feng Changye and Zhu Wuhuan entrusted the child to Si Sangsang, they also left the palace in the imperial carriage.
After arriving at the palace gate and meeting up with the ministers outside and the accompanying imperial guards, the team set out towards the imperial tomb in the Western Hills.
It takes half a day to travel from the Imperial Palace to the Western Hills Imperial Tomb.
Along the way, civil and military officials, some riding in sedan chairs, some riding on horses, all leisurely looked at the scenery along the way.
Zhu Wuhuan and Feng Changye were not so leisurely in the imperial carriage.
After all, they knew that this trip might not be peaceful, so they all felt a little uneasy.
In order to disrupt the dull and uneasy atmosphere, Zhu Wuhuan pulled aside the curtain and glanced at the ministers behind him, then smiled at Feng Changye.
She deliberately quipped in a low voice, "Your Majesty, you truly are a wise emperor with a handsome head. You can even come up with such a despicable method as using civil and military officials to check and balance the main system..."
Feng Changye curled his lips, "Not only can I plot against them, I can even plot against myself."
He looked at her tenderly, "Look, originally, you said you could go alone, but I don't think so. Because it doesn't matter if you go alone, and your child is already born anyway. In the eyes of the main system, there is no loss if you die, so it would be very dangerous for you to go alone. So I have to send myself up as your hostage. Maybe because of me, a descendant of the Feng family, and because I am now the Emperor of Daning, the main system will let you go--"
He pinched Zhu Wuhuan's chin and moved closer to her little by little. He said in a low voice, "Huanhuan, I like you so much that I would rather live and die with you. Why don't you reward me?"
Zhu Wuhuan looked at him helplessly.
She was touched, but with him like this, she just wanted to laugh and couldn't feel touched at all!
She scratched his palm and deliberately said in her heart, "What reward do you want? I originally said yes last night, but you refused. You said I had just recovered from the confinement and had to wait another month... Can you blame me?"
Hearing her thoughts, Feng Changye laughed.
He kissed her nose unhappily, "I pity you, but I'm wrong, right? You're such a heartless person, I shouldn't pity you."
Zhu Wuhuan leaned on his shoulder and said, "You have the ability to read minds, but you know I took the pills given by the system when I gave birth, and my body has recovered."
Feng Changye hugged her and said softly, "That won't work either. I've been holding it in for so long anyway. What if I hold it in for another month? I won't die... But what if your body hasn't recovered yet and you get hurt, and your lifespan is affected?"
Zhu Wuhuan felt at ease.
She looked up at his handsome profile and kissed his cheek.
He also bent down and kissed her forehead, and then the couple leaned against each other quietly, looking at the distant mountains outside the car, waiting to arrive at the imperial tomb.
…
In the afternoon, the group finally arrived at the foot of the West Mountain.
The Western Hills are very large, with a slightly flat surface on top. The imperial mausoleum is located on top of the Western Hills, so the group had to get off their horses and cars and walk up the hill.
Zhu Wuhuan and Feng Changye exchanged the light body technique, which allowed them to control their bodies a little more lightly than others when climbing mountains, so they did not feel tired at all.
It was hard work for the ministers, especially the civil officials. They had only climbed halfway up the mountain and were already sweating profusely. They began to flatter the military generals and ask them to help them break branches to make crutches.
The military generals were generous and easy to talk to. They ran into the woods in groups of three or five, laughing and breaking off a large bundle of branches as thick as wrists. They then used the swords they carried with them to cut the branches into the shape of crutches and gave them to the civil officials who were almost exhausted.
Zhu Wuhuan and Feng Changye were walking in front. When they heard the civil officials with crutches praising the military generals for their handsomeness and kindness, and then heard the military generals' hearty laughter, they couldn't help but look back.
"They are happy, as if they were on a spring outing."
Zhu Wuhuan laughed.
Feng Changye gathered her cloak and smiled, "Fortunately, it's already the twelfth lunar month. The weather is cold, and climbing the mountain will only warm the body, not cause heatstroke. If they were to come in the hottest days of summer, they would probably faint from weakness."
The two of them held hands and waited patiently in front, neither of them urging the ministers.
Who knows what's in the imperial mausoleum up there? Let them be happy for a while. Urging them is equivalent to urging them to die quickly.
These weak ministers walked and rested along the way, and in the evening, they finally climbed up the West Mountain.
Zhu Wuhuan stood on the bluestone road, looking up at the end of the road a few dozen meters away, where dozens of coiled dragon pillars stood majestically.
The dragons on the pillars are carved vividly, with their golden eyes wide open, as if staring at everyone who comes, warning them not to disturb the people in the mausoleum.
They don't look like dead objects, but rather like living, dormant tomb keepers.
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