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Chapter 925 Zhu Biaos life will soon be colorful

It would be better to just spend the time with the two concubines. When the time goes by and the emperor feels relieved, he should have a general overview of the Ming Dynasty. That is when he can start planning.

Han Du had never seen Wang Yu again since he met him in the court. Han Du didn't care, since he had handed over his person to Lao Zhu anyway. How Lao Zhu dealt with it had nothing to do with him, even if

If Wang Yu was sent back to Goryeo immediately, Han Du would not stop him.

Han Du has said everything that needs to be said and done everything that needs to be done.

Now Han Du feels that the most important thing is not Wang Yu, but how to have a good relationship with his son.

Han Du has been back for several days. He has been with his son every day these days, and even sleeps together at night. .??.

However, this little kid is like a ghost. He can let Han Du get close, for example, hold a finger or something, but when Han Du wants to hug him, there is no way, and he will cry loudly, except for Anqing.

, no one can try to coax him, let alone kiss his face.

Today Han Du still tried little by little to pick up his son, but failed in the end.

Anqing had no choice but to pick up his son and stop crying.

Han Du suddenly felt a little downcast and sat down with a sad look on his face. Looking at the happy mother and son, he sighed with jealousy: "I discovered that I am just a farmer."

"Why do you say that? If you, the dignified Marquis of Zhenhai, are farmers, then are there any farmers in the world?" An Qing smiled and rolled his eyes at Han Du, then turned to tease his son.

"I finally sowed a seed, but when it finally grew into a vegetable, someone dug it away with a hoe." Han Du looked at An Qing with a look of resentment.

Anqing Bingxue was smart, so he understood Han Du's metaphor immediately. His face suddenly turned red, he spat, and said with a smile: "I'm so shy, why do you dare to say anything?"

Han Du's heart was filled with ripples. He smiled evilly and was about to reach out to hug An Qing's leg, but An Qing, who had already taken precautions, turned away.

"Are you crazy? What do you want to do? My son is still in my hands."

When Han Du heard about his son, his expression suddenly became clear, and he complained a little: "This kid won't even let me hold him, and he always gets in trouble. I don't know what he was born for."

An Qing glared at Han Du, then curled his lips and smiled, took a step closer to Han Du and advised: "You have to be patient with your son. I heard that children are the most vigilant. You have been out for several months, and suddenly you come back.

Of course he refuses to hug him. But as long as you spend more time with him, he will let you hug him if you get used to it. Come on, give it a try."

Han Du tried to hug his son. Although his son resisted a little, with An Qing's constant comfort, Han Du actually held him in his arms.

Han Du was thinking about getting some treasure. He held his son's arms nervously and did not dare to move at all. He looked at An Qing with surprise and said, "Look, he really let me hold him."

An Qing looked at Han Du who was full of joy, smiled and started teasing his son with Han Du.

In the next few days, Han Du accompanied his son every day, and the relationship between father and son heated up rapidly. Now without Anqing's comfort, Han Du could not only hold his son directly, but also sleep with him on his stomach.

On this day, Han Du sank on the kang

After falling asleep, his son lay on his stomach, rising and falling with Han Du's breathing.

When Han Jingyun found Han Du, he saw this look.

Today Han Jingyun let go of his nephew who he always teased every time they met, and instead woke Han Du up.

Han Du opened his eyes drowsily, and when he saw Han Jingyun's charming face, he immediately had a look of disgust on his face, his eyes and eyebrows were twisted and wrinkled together, and his expression was filled with endless bitterness.

"Why are you still at home and not married?"

Han Jingyun was originally looking for something to do with Han Du, but when he suddenly heard his brother's fierce words, he immediately choked back her words. His face immediately turned red, and he recovered after a moment, complaining: "Brother, what are you talking about?

"

"I'm not lying. Marry to the East Palace as soon as possible so that you can harm the prince and don't harm my son again. Anyway, I think it's good." Han Du was really complaining.

As soon as he came back, Han Du learned from An Qing that he, like those nymphomaniac women, had infinite love for cute cubs. Every time he saw his son, he would make exaggerated screams, but every time

She was able to make her son cry every time, but I don't know how a woman like her could do it and still be so irritable.

"Brother, you used to be reluctant to let me marry the prince, but now your change of attitude has changed too quickly." Han Jingyun knew that the eldest brother was still reluctant to let her get married, but the current change of attitude really made her a little bit dumbfounded.

"Besides, even if I want to marry the prince, the prince has his own rules and regulations. Brother, why are you anxious?"

Han Du was too lazy to argue with the girl about this anymore, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He had to change the subject and asked: "What do you want from me?"

"It's spring after the New Year, don't you have any ideas?" Han Jingyun said with a hint.

Han Du changed to a more comfortable position and lay down, supporting his sleeping son with one hand, closing his eyes slightly, and said casually: "What do I have in mind? Is it possible that I, the majestic Marquis of Zhenhai, can compete with those students for a prize?"

The quota for Jinshi? That’s a bit too complicated, so let’s give the opportunity to those students who need it.”

Han Jingyun pinched Han Du's calf in anger.

Han Du let out a long breath and sat upright from the bed instantly. Fortunately, Han Du took care of his son and protected him so that he did not disturb his son.

Han Du gasped in pain, while rubbing his calf, he looked at the girl with a surprised look on his face, and praised: "Based on what you did just now, after the prince marries you, I can imagine how wonderful his life will be."

Colorful.”

Han Jingyun didn't care about Han Du's sarcasm and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to fight for the Jinshi, but have you forgotten that you are still the judge of the academy? Don't you worry about the results of those students in the Spring Festival?"

"The deputy." Han Du quickly corrected the girl. The real judge was Lao Zhu. Of course, the girl didn't know about it.

Han Du had no choice but to expose it and asked with some doubts in his heart: "Didn't Fang Xiaoru say last time that their skills were not solid enough and that they were not ready to participate in the Spring Festival for the time being?"

Han Jingyun looked at his eldest brother with some hatred, and shouted in a deep voice: "Last time, do you know how long ago it was last time? Fang Xiaoru said this three years ago. Do you think those students haven't done anything in the past three years?

The slightest progress?" It's better to just spend the time with the two concubines. After the time has passed and the emperor feels relieved, he should have a general overview of the Ming Dynasty, and then he can start planning.

when.

Han Du had never seen Wang Yu again since he met him in the court. Han Du didn't care, since he had handed over his person to Lao Zhu anyway. How Lao Zhu dealt with it had nothing to do with him, even if

If Wang Yu was sent back to Goryeo immediately, Han Du would not stop him.

Han Du has said everything that needs to be said and done everything that needs to be done.

Now Han Du feels that the most important thing is not Wang Yu, but how to have a good relationship with his son.

Han Du has been back for several days, and he has been with his son every day these days, and even sleeps together at night.

However, this little kid is like a ghost. He can let Han Du get close, for example, hold a finger or something, but when Han Du wants to hug him, there is no way, and he will cry loudly, except for Anqing.

, no one can try to coax him, let alone kiss his face.

Today Han Du still tried little by little to pick up his son, but failed in the end.

Anqing had no choice but to pick up his son and stop crying.

Han Du suddenly felt a little downcast and sat down with a sad look on his face. Looking at the happy mother and son, he sighed with jealousy: "I discovered that I am just a farmer."

"Why do you say that? If you, the dignified Marquis of Zhenhai, are farmers, then are there any farmers in the world?" An Qing smiled and rolled his eyes at Han Du, then turned to tease his son.

"I finally sowed a seed, but when it finally grew into a vegetable, someone dug it away with a hoe." Han Du looked at An Qing with a look of resentment.

Anqing Bingxue was smart, so he understood Han Du's metaphor immediately. His face suddenly turned red, he spat, and said with a smile: "I'm so shy, why do you dare to say anything?"

Han Du's heart was filled with ripples. He smiled evilly and was about to reach out to hug An Qing's leg, but An Qing, who had already taken precautions, turned away.

"Are you crazy? What do you want to do? My son is still in my hands."

When Han Du heard about his son, his expression suddenly became clear, and he complained a little: "This kid won't even let me hold him, and he always gets in trouble. I don't know what he was born for."

An Qing glared at Han Du, then curled his lips and smiled, took a step closer to Han Du and advised: "You have to be patient with your son. I heard that children are the most vigilant. You have been out for several months, and suddenly you come back.

Of course he refuses to hug him. But as long as you spend more time with him, he will let you hug him if you get used to it. Come on, give it a try."

Han Du tried to hug his son. Although his son resisted a little, with An Qing's constant comfort, Han Du actually held him in his arms.

Han Du was thinking about getting some treasure. He held his son's arms nervously and did not dare to move at all. He looked at An Qing with surprise and said, "Look, he really let me hold him."

An Qing looked at Han Du who was full of joy, smiled and started teasing his son with Han Du.

In the next few days, Han Du accompanied his son every day, and the relationship between father and son heated up rapidly. Now without Anqing's comfort, Han Du could not only hold his son directly, but also sleep with him on his stomach.

On this day, Han Du sank on the kang

After falling asleep, his son lay on his stomach, rising and falling with Han Du's breathing.

When Han Jingyun found Han Du, he saw this look.

Today Han Jingyun let go of his nephew who he always teased every time they met, and instead woke Han Du up.

Han Du opened his eyes drowsily, and when he saw Han Jingyun's charming face, he immediately had a look of disgust on his face, his eyes and eyebrows were twisted and wrinkled together, and his expression was filled with endless bitterness.

"Why are you still at home and not married?"

Han Jingyun was originally looking for something to do with Han Du, but when he suddenly heard his brother's fierce words, he immediately choked back her words. His face immediately turned red, and he recovered after a moment, complaining: "Brother, what are you talking about?

"

"I'm not lying. Marry to the East Palace as soon as possible so that you can harm the prince and don't harm my son again. Anyway, I think it's good." Han Du was really complaining.

As soon as he came back, Han Du learned from An Qing that he, like those nymphomaniac women, had infinite love for cute cubs. Every time he saw his son, he would make exaggerated screams, but every time

She was able to make her son cry every time, but I don't know how a woman like her could do it and still be so irritable.

"Brother, you used to be reluctant to let me marry the prince, but now your change of attitude has changed too quickly." Han Jingyun knew that the eldest brother was still reluctant to let her get married, but the current change of attitude really made her a little bit dumbfounded.

"Besides, even if I want to marry the prince, the prince has his own rules and regulations. Brother, why are you anxious?"

Han Du was too lazy to argue with the girl about this anymore, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He had to change the subject and asked: "What do you want from me?"

"It's spring after the New Year, don't you have any ideas?" Han Jingyun said with a hint.

Han Du changed to a more comfortable position and lay down, supporting his sleeping son with one hand, closing his eyes slightly, and said casually: "What do I have in mind? Is it possible that I, the majestic Marquis of Zhenhai, can compete with those students for a prize?"

The quota for Jinshi? That’s a bit too complicated, so let’s give the opportunity to those students who need it.”

Han Jingyun pinched Han Du's calf in anger.

Han Du let out a long breath and sat upright from the bed instantly. Fortunately, Han Du took care of his son and protected him so that he did not disturb his son.

Han Du gasped in pain, while rubbing his calf, he looked at the girl with a surprised look on his face, and praised: "Based on what you did just now, after the prince marries you, I can imagine how wonderful his life will be."

Colorful.”

Han Jingyun didn't care about Han Du's sarcasm and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to fight for the Jinshi, but have you forgotten that you are still the judge of the academy? Don't you worry about the results of those students in the Spring Festival?"

"The deputy." Han Du quickly corrected the girl. The real judge was Lao Zhu. Of course, the girl didn't know about it.

Han Du had no choice but to expose it and asked with some doubts in his heart: "Didn't Fang Xiaoru say last time that their skills were not solid enough and that they were not ready to participate in the Spring Festival for the time being?"

Han Jingyun looked at his eldest brother with some hatred, and shouted in a deep voice: "Last time, do you know how long ago it was last time? Fang Xiaoru said this three years ago. Do you think those students haven't done anything in the past three years?

Any progress?"


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