9Chapter 9 Thank You Gift

Hearing the word "Mother", Aunt Qiu's tears that had just stopped welled up again: "It's useless to be mother. If I were not a concubine, you wouldn't have suffered so many grievances. Over the years, I have to bow when I see my son. Calling him "Master" means that the child has to carry someone on his back even if he wants to call him "Mother". No one can understand the pain involved in this.

Aunt Qiu was originally the legitimate daughter of a merchant family in the south of the Yangtze River. In order to do business with the power of the Marquis of Beiwei, the Qiu family married her to the Marquis of Beiwei as their concubine. Originally, she had won the favor of Mrs. Beiwei Hou with her good skills in settling accounts, and she could live a good life in the mansion. She served the wife carefully every day, just hoping that her son could live a good life. But now, such a sensible and heart-warming child has been deprived of the qualification to take the entrance exam and married to a violent prince. How can she not be unhappy about this? How can she not complain?

Seeing his mother, who had always been lively and cheerful, become like this, Mu Hanzhang felt very uncomfortable. He hugged his mother, who had lost a lot of weight, and said, "It may be a good thing to marry the prince, but it may not mean you will be safe if you enter the court. Good luck, mother, you need to cheer up, otherwise I will be worried."

On the way back, Mu Hanzhang remained silent, holding a palm-sized purse in his hand hidden in his sleeve, which contained a hundred thousand taels of silver notes given by Aunt Qiu.

"I save most of the dividends given by the Qiu family every year. They are of no use in this house. They are all left to you. The royal family is in deep water. Even if that person dotes on you for a while, he will not be able to love you forever. With all this money, I feel more at ease."

"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao, who was left out in the cold, looked at him with a pair of drunken eyes dissatisfied, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?" Mu Hanzhang turned his head, with a trace of confusion in his beautiful black eyes, and regained his clarity in an instant, "I have lost my decency. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Jing Shao sighed: "It's okay, I'll take a nap." What he just said was that he didn't agree to Bei Weihou's request to set foot in Yanyin, but he pointed out another way to him. It's boring to say it the second time, as if As if he was showing off his merits on purpose, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Seeing him sleeping angrily in the corner, Mu Hanzhang felt a little regretful and stretched out his hand to push Jing Shao's back: "Your Majesty...sleep next to me, there is no pillow in the car." The car was bumpy, if he slept like this It's easy to knock your head if caught.

The person who was pushed did not respond, still facing away from him. Really angry? Mu Hanzhang leaned over and asked, "Your Majesty?" There was no response, so he moved closer.

Suddenly, the carriage hit a rock and jolted violently. Mu Hanzhang fell backwards because he was unsteady while kneeling. Unexpectedly, the angry man turned around in an instant and pressed him down on the carriage. A big hand was placed on the back of his head.

Mu Hanzhang was shocked by this series of changes and was stunned on the spot.

"Young man deserves to die, Your Majesty, please forgive me." The coachman apologized hurriedly.

"That's all." Jing Shao responded, but he didn't get up immediately. Instead, he softened his body and put his head on his chest.

"Wang... Your Majesty..." Only then did he realize how ambiguous their posture was. Mu Hanzhang suddenly blushed and reached out to push the big furry head on his chest.

"You are not allowed to call me Prince in private," Jing Shao said dissatisfied, "Look, what is the difference between what you just said and what the coachman said?"

"The etiquette cannot be discarded." Mu Hanzhang said helplessly.

"I don't care," Jing Shao was probably a little drunk and acted as willfully as a child, "Call me Shao."

"Your Majesty..."

"Call me Shao!" Jing Shao raised his upper body and stared directly at the person below him, his bright eyes full of child-like expectations.

Even if that person favors you for a while, it is impossible for him to love you forever. This person's feelings were actually as blank as a child's, but even if it was a child's temporary love for toys, at least at this moment, Mu Hanzhang felt that Jing Shao liked him. "Shao..."

Hearing this sound, Jing Shao was satisfied and took a nap with the person in his arms and narrowed his eyes. Today's events reminded him that Shiohiki's business must be withdrawn as soon as possible, or at least put under the table first. Thinking like this, I couldn't help but hug the person in my arms tightly. Sure enough, if I hold on to this person, I can feel safe in my heart.

When he returned to the palace, Jing Shao climbed into bed and fell asleep. When his uncle came back, although he didn't dare to force him because of his status, he couldn't resist the fact that so many elder brothers from the Mu family came around.

"Little Yunzhu, meet the princess." A young man of about thirteen or fourteen knelt down to salute Mu Hanzhang. Duofu stood aside and said with a smile that these were the boys and two bodyguards he had chosen for him. As he spoke, two men in guard uniforms also stepped forward to salute.

"Yunzhu is the nephew of Mr. Yun, the housekeeper of the outer courtyard. He is usually very clever. The princess will use it first. If you don't like it, I will change it for you." Duofu gave a brief introduction and left with the two guards.

After a day of tossing, Mu Hanzhang felt tired, so he half-leaned on the big soft pillow. Yunzhu immediately moved the cups on the table to the small table next to the soft pillow, and carefully moved the small table away. Incense burner.

Mu Hanzhang smiled and called Yunzhu to come over: "How old are you?"

"Back to the princess, I am only thirteen years old." Although she is young, Yunzhu is not timid at all. Her voice has not yet changed, but her childish voice is crisp, and her big eyes are very lively and very cute.

"When did you enter the palace? Are you literate?" Mu Hanzhang thought the child was cute, so he took off his shoes and moved his legs up, letting him sit on the footrest.

"I have been following my uncle into the mansion since I was eight years old, so I know a little bit about the affairs of this mansion," Yunzhu said without being pretentious, sitting cross-legged on the footrest neatly, "I have been studying with my uncle since I entered the mansion. Although I am a little slow in reading, I can recognize all the words in the daily study. The books in the study today are sorted by me. If the princess can't find a book, just ask me and I will find it for you."

He entered the mansion at the age of eight, which means he has been there since Jing Shao left the palace to build the prince's mansion. Mu Hanzhang thought, this servant is indeed very useful, wait, the study? "You mean, my books are in the study?"

"Yes, the prince told me before I left this morning, and the butler Duo has been busy with me all day." Yunzhu said with a smile. Now the whole mansion knows that the prince loves this new male wife very much. It is natural that she will be glorious to follow such a master, and maybe she can even surpass her cousin who follows the prince.

Although it is called a small study, it is not small. The two large boxes of books brought from the Marquis's Mansion are all placed there, and there is also a newly added bookcase. There is a sandalwood desk, chess and music utensils, and calligraphy and painting ornaments. Many things are new at first glance, all of which are simple and light colors that he likes.

Mu Hanzhang lingered in this elegant and luxurious study, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Except for his mother, no one has ever cared about him so carefully.

Jing Shao slept deeply in the room and missed dinner time. Mu Hanzhang asked the kitchen to make a bowl of millet porridge and two side dishes and bring them to the inner room. The inner room was dark, and a slight snoring sound came from the bed. After sending away the servants, Mu Hanzhang lit two lamps and slowly rolled up the curtains.

"Hmm..." Jing Shao was slowly awakened by the light, and hummed before opening his eyes.

"Get up and eat something. It's a little late. I asked the kitchen to cook some millet porridge. Your Highness, please eat less to avoid indigestion." Mu Hanzhang said in a gentle voice, and put a coat on Jing Shao who sat up.

Jing Shao was stunned for a moment, and was still a little dazed until he picked up the bowl. Why did Jun Qing suddenly become so gentle and defenseless?

"The little study is very beautiful. Thank you." Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes and said three words at a time. It was very easy to say polite words like "Thank you, Your Highness" on weekdays, but these few words were extremely awkward.

"Jun Qing?" Jing Shao looked at him with surprise, and grabbed the hand hidden in his sleeve with excitement, "You finally don't call me Your Highness."

"Your Highness... Your Highness..." Mu Hanzhang's hand trembled, and he forgot to say anything because of Jing Shao's shock.

"Ahem," realizing that he was embarrassed again, Jing Shao let go of the other person's hand and picked up the chopsticks again, "Just a thank you is enough? I haven't heard of anyone giving a male wife a study room."

Mu Hanzhang's originally nervous heart suddenly sank, and he looked up at him.

Jing Shao saw his face change, and then realized that his usual cold tone scared him, and hurriedly added: "This king wants a sincere thank you gift." As he said, he pointed to his cheek.

"Prince...Prince..." Mu Hanzhang really didn't know how to respond this time.

"Or, let me kiss you." Jing Shao leaned close to his ear and said softly in a slightly magnetic voice.

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After eating that exquisite midnight snack, Jing Shao beautifully went to the small study and dug out his own princess who was hiding. Just now, this person got up and ran away before he could get a thank you gift.

Looking at the person sitting at the table, reading "Dachen Li Lu" seriously, with agate-colored ears, Jing Shao couldn't help but put his fist to his lips and laughed, then walked to the person: "It's getting late, Princess, should I go back to my room?"