Enjoying the early spring sunshine and tasting the Romani red wine obtained from modern society, Yang Feng felt particularly calm. Even the bruises that had been a little painful on his chest were much more comfortable. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"I wish I could live such a peaceful life forever."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head helplessly.

Nowadays, he can say that he is either rich or powerful, whether in modern society or in the Ming Dynasty, whether in time and space, but this is not at no cost. Since he enjoys more rights and enjoyment than ordinary people, he has to bear more responsibilities than ordinary people.

This sentence may sound a bit empty, and some people may even say it is hypocritical, but that is the case. Regardless of ancient and modern times, when their wealth status reaches a certain level, what they think will naturally change.

The ideal of a commoner at the bottom is nothing more than a warm bed with his wife and children. But when a person's money or power reaches another level, what he sees and thinks is different.

For example, after Comrade Lao Ma in modern society has so much wealth, why should he pay attention to the affairs of teachers? The money he spends in billions of dollars every year is not because he wants to leave his own money in history.

By the same token, when Yang Feng first came to this time and space, his idea might be how to make things between the two time and space so that he could live a better life.

Now that he has both wealth and power, what he thinks is not about how much money he earns, but how to help his compatriots in this time and space avoid detours and avoid tragedies in another time and space.

A gentle footsteps sounded behind him, and then a pair of slender jade hands were placed on Yang Feng's shoulders and began to press them up. The force was neither light nor heavy, making Yang Feng humming softly.

After a little while, Yang Feng said, "Hai Lanzhu, why don't you sleep for a while? Have Zhezhe and Da Yuer got up?"

Hai Lanzhu snorted: "Auntie and Bumubutai are still sleeping? I just got up and saw what you, the master, are doing?"

"When did you become a spy?" Yang Feng was a little amused and crying: "I haven't gone out at all except staying at home with you these days."

"Who knows?" Hai Lanzhu snorted softly: "You often go out to sea from time to time, and even after you come back, you still have to go out to fight often. There are so many sisters at home, so you can spend less time with me every month. Of course, I have to pay attention to you."

After hearing Hai Lanzhu's words, Yang Feng couldn't help feeling guilty. A person's energy is limited. Not only does he have to run back and forth in two time and space, but he has so many women around him to comfort him. Naturally, he has less time to accompany his women when he is helpless. Especially in the Ming Dynasty, Yang Feng spent less than a week with them every month. If he were in modern society, he would have had family conflicts long ago.

With guilty treatment, Yang Feng reached out and picked Hai Lanzhu up and put it on his knees, buried his head in a pile of warm and soft jade and said softly: "Hai Lanzhu, I'm sorry, I've been with you sisters for too little time over the years."

"It's up to you!"

Hai Lanzhu stretched out her slender jade fingers and pointed it on Yang Feng's nose, and said with a pout.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just angry with myself. Why has I married you for two years and my stomach still has not moved."

Speaking of which, Hai Lanzhu is indeed a little depressed. In this era of advocating many children and blessings, a woman who cannot give birth to children for her husband will be despised.

It would be fine if Yang Feng had no fertility. Now that his aunt and Zheng Tuo Niang had given birth to a son and a daughter for Yang Feng, he had no place as a wife. The pressure in Hai Lanzhu's heart can naturally be imagined.

Although Hai Lanzhu always looks peaceful and is very nice to Yang Feng's women, she saw that Zheng Tuoniang, who was a concubine, led a son and said that she had no idea, it would be a disaster. This is why Hai Lanzhu, who always likes to sleep in on weekdays, got up early in the morning after she got up abnormally.

As Hai Lanzhu's husband, Yang Feng naturally understood her concerns, but it was useless to be anxious about this kind of thing. Not to mention this era, even modern society with developed medical technology is the same, otherwise those infertile hospitals would not have blossomed everywhere in China.

The couple quietly thought about their worries, and then Hai Lanzhu suddenly said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere these days, you must be with us."

"Aren't I with you?" Yang Feng said in confusion.

"I mean evening."

Hai Lanzhu held Yang Feng's head with both hands and stared at him with a fierce look, saying word by word: "You have to accompany us tonight, and you are not allowed to accompany those two people, do you understand?"

Of course, Yang Feng understood that what Hai Lanzhu was talking about was Abahai and Qiqige.

Yang Feng actually didn't understand Hai Lanzhu's idea. Logically speaking, Hai Lanzhu, Zhezhe, Da Yu'er's third aunt and nephew, Abahai and Qiqige, both have a relationship with the Aisin Gioro family, and the relationship between the women should be relatively close, but for some reason, these five women are a little wrong.

Although Hai Lanzhu and the girls don’t hate Abahai and Qiqige, they never take the initiative to find these two people on weekdays. Even if they meet, they just say hello. Abahai and Qiqige are the same. Instead, they are closer to Zheng Tuoni and Yi Niang, which makes many people puzzled.

After touching his nose helplessly, Yang Feng had to say, "Wife, I find that you don't seem to like Abahai and Qiqige very much. Why is this?"

Hai Lanzhu did not answer, but continued, "No, I will ask you if you agree or not."

Seeing that his wife seemed to be coming, Yang Feng had to raise his hand to surrender: "Okay, okay... I can't agree?"

"This is not bad." Seeing Yang Feng agreeing, Hai Lanzhu's pretty face smiled again. She sighed softly, buried her pretty face in Yang Feng's neck and said softly: "Honey, if I was pregnant and gave birth to a boy, would you let him inherit your marquis?"

Yang Feng stared at Hai Lanzhu's pretty face and asked in confusion: "Are you worried about this these days?"

"Um!"

Hai Lanzhu nodded slightly embarrassedly.

"Miss Tuo Niang has now taken the lead in giving birth to Cheng Ying for you. According to the Han people, he is the eldest son and is qualified to inherit your title. Then will you pass your title to Cheng Ying?"
Chapter completed!