The amber jade pendant has long since been quietly returned to the Treasure Pavilion. The chess set, jade pendant and jade hairpin are still kept by Lin Yanran and Murong Che, just as a reminder that a hundred years later, the Treasure Pavilion will be their final destination. They will be in
There, the mission of protecting the Mosu Dynasty continued.
In early summer of the next year, Concubine De's mausoleum.
Murong Che held the pot-bellied Yan Ran's hand and walked towards it. When he got close to it, he found a person standing in front of the monument of Concubine De. He had a tall and straight body, thin and lonely, but could not hide his nobility.
"Father is here again." Yanran gently held Murong Che's hand, hinting him not to go forward.
Murong Fengyun's weathered face was full of grief, he touched the tomb of Concubine De and silently recited Zi Yan's name.
The past is like smoke. It is undeniable that Shangguan Ziyan has always occupied a very important position in his heart. She is beautiful, gentle, elegant, noble, indifferent, and kind.
The current queen is much worse than her. During this period, she once again targeted Wei Qian'er, and he almost threw her into the cold palace out of anger. In the end, Wei Qian'er and Murong Zheng begged for mercy, and he gave up because of the face of Murong Zheng, the future emperor.
Although after her severe reprimand, she became much more stable, eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and not daring to act recklessly again, but she could never replace the position of Concubine De in her heart. However, Che'er refused to be the crown prince because of the value of her mother and her son, so she did not
Can make the concubine De the queen.
He always thought that among the three thousand beauties in the harem, they would not feel anything bad about missing her, but on the contrary, he would think of her all the time, think of all the sweet things in the past, and regret that he did not care enough for her.
"Che, do you want to go and pay your respects to your father?" Yan Ran turned her face and said softly, for fear of disturbing Murong Fengyun.
"No, Ran'er, let's go there later. My father is very stubborn. Even if he is in pain, he doesn't want others to know." Murong Che smiled with relief. She must have known that her father still missed her after her death.
I will come to see her soon, and I will feel very comforted.
With a long sigh that was even more miserable due to loneliness, Murong Fengyun left the mausoleum.
"Mother, concubine, thank you. It was you who influenced Che and gave me such a good husband. He is affectionate and dedicated, just like you, the loving one." Yanran muttered silently in her heart, supported by Murong Che and stood aside.
According to the imperial doctor, she will give birth within half a month and it is not convenient for her to kneel down.
"Father, I regret it very much." Yan Ran said, watching Murong Fengyun's lonely figure slowly leaving.
"He has his helplessness. As Emperor Mosu, he has no excuse for many things." Murong Che sighed softly.
"That's why you don't want to be the prince?" Yan Ran looked at Murong Che.
"It must be because of this. I just want to love one person in this life, love her well, and don't let her be alone like my mother." Murong Che said, tears already welling up in his eyes.
I can't forget that my mother craned her neck every day in anticipation of her father's arrival; I can't forget that she had to dress up carefully every time before his father arrived; I couldn't forget that although she had no intention of competing for his favor, it was becoming increasingly rare for her to stay at the Imperial Concubine's Palace.
At that time, she was helpless and distressed; she forgot what her mother-in-law had told her before her death, telling him not to let Yanran down...
"When I was a child, I often looked into my mother-in-law's eyes. In addition to the clarity in her eyes, there was also a touch of sadness and helplessness that could not be noticed by others. But no matter what, she would still spend all her energy to smile at me.
Even when her health was getting worse due to sadness, she would still smile at me."
Murong Che's tears finally fell: "No matter how painful my heart is, she will always smile so tenderly, but she doesn't know that every time I see her smile with such difficulty, my heart will hurt for a long time."
Shangguan Ziyan has only loved one man in her life, but this man has many women. How much of his true love can she share? The life in the palace has consumed her youth and crushed the dreams that a woman carries when she gets married.
Colorful dreams.
"Fortunately, my father often visits her now, so my mother and concubine should feel at ease." She gently shook Murong Che's hand to comfort him, then hugged his neck, and she slowly stood on tiptoes.
Gently suck the tears from the corners of his eyes with your lips.
"My mother-in-law will feel at ease. Her biggest wish in this life is that I can find a woman who truly loves me and I truly love her. Now that she sees that I have fulfilled my wish, she has fulfilled her wish."
Murong Che knelt down gently again and touched the inscription again before taking Yan Ran's hand and smiled warmly: "Let's go back home, Ran'er."
"I hope my eldest brother will not betray my sister-in-law like this." Yanran was still a little sad, feeling sad for ancient women, especially royal women.
"I should be able." Murong Che gently put his arm around her shoulders: "Let's go, didn't you say you would go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit the two elders in the afternoon?"
"Okay." Yanran's pretty face raised a smile and rested her head on his shoulder.
Murong Che hugged her gently, fearing that she would be lonely, so he always accompanied him to the Prime Minister's Mansion every few days.
No one knows about Yanran except Yingruo. It’s so bizarre. I’m afraid everyone except Yingruo will be horrified when they hear it, so I won’t say anything about it. Especially the prime minister and his wife, if they know that their daughter has gone to modern times, they will definitely
It will be very heartbreaking.
Since God's will is to allow her to stay in modern times, let the two of them fulfill their filial piety for her after she has gone to modern times.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Yan Ran had already returned to her usual liveliness and moved forward in an inelegant manner with her big belly. Murong Che followed suit, fearing that something might happen to his beloved concubine.
"Ran'er, Che—" Mrs. Lin had already come forward to greet her, narrowing her eyes and looking at the young couple who were chatting and laughing tenderly.
"Third Prince." The prime minister, who came from the study after hearing the news, saluted Murong Che quickly when he saw him.
"Prime Minister, you don't have to be so polite. I've already told you, just call me by my name."
Murong Che went up to him and helped Prime Minister Lin up.
"I forgot again, Third Prince... I..." Prime Minister Lin patted his forehead and corrected himself unnaturally: "Che, Ran'er, please sit in the room quickly."
It wasn't until after dinner that the two of them returned to the house.
"Toru, do you like boys or girls?" The bed had been remade into a larger one, almost as big as a modern one, but it was still antique. Yanran personally supervised the making. The ancient bed was good and exquisite in workmanship, but
It is indeed too small.
Yanran occupied most of it domineeringly. Murong Che held his chin with one hand and gently stroked Yanran's belly with the other. He was still humming the ditty that Yanran had taught him, doing the important work of "prenatal education".
When he heard his beloved wife calling him, he gently rubbed her in a circle and put his mouth to his belly: "Baby, Daddy wants to talk to Mommy to discuss issues related to your gender. Be good."
"Phew!" Lin Yanran couldn't help but laugh. The handsome man in ancient clothes occasionally uttered a few modern words that he learned under her influence, which was funny and interesting.
"My dear wife, what are your instructions? My husband didn't listen just now. Please ask my wife to tell you again."
Murong Che seemed to be encouraged and said in a nonchalant manner, with a serious expression on his face, but he was already laughing in his heart.
"Hahaha..." Yanran finally couldn't pretend to be reserved and burst into laughter.
After a while, his face suddenly changed: "It hurts..."
"Ran'er." The smile on Murong Che's lips immediately faded, and his face changed in shock: "Ran'er, isn't it time to give birth?"
"Che, I...ah...it hurts..."
"Yu'er, Yu'er, come quickly..." Murong Che had already lost his composure, and his calm demeanor had already flown away along with Yan Ran's cry of pain. He was still half a month away from giving birth.
Every time I think about it, the little guy can't hold himself back.
"Che, call the midwife..." Yanran struggled to speak out.
The midwife was busy, but Yanran was still in terrible pain. She kept inhaling...hard...exhaling...harder...
Whenever she almost fainted from the pain, there was always a clear thought in her heart commanding her senses to push hard and struggle in every severe pain.
Murong Che was already spinning around anxiously outside the delivery room, his screams of pain hitting his heart from time to time, and the sweat on his forehead was thick.
"Murong Che, you bastard, it's all your fault!" Yan Ran couldn't bear it any longer, and she got a little angry and yelled in her heart. The little guy was obviously very anxious just now, but now he stayed inside and didn't even want to come out.
People are very powerful when they are angry, and Yan Ran proved this very well. After cursing angrily in her mind, she only heard the midwife shouting in surprise: "The head is out!"
Yanran's pain had already exceeded her limit. When she screamed, she heard a loud cry of a baby, which was loud and clear.
"It's a little prince!" the midwife said in surprise, and handed the child to Yu'er. Then she turned around and continued: "Princess, please push harder, hurry up!"
Use force? Yanran is completely dizzy. Why should she use force? The baby has already been born.
Another thing? Yanran's surprise instantly replaced her pain. No wonder her belly was so big and she always walked clumsily. It turned out that they were delightful twins.
This time it didn't take much effort, and another delicate cry could be heard.
"She is a little princess. Congratulations to the princess for having both children." The midwife also became excited. It was rare for Mo Xu to have twin children, and twins were even rarer. This beautiful princess in front of her was really lucky.
"The prince will reward you later."
Yanran smiled, and then she felt relieved, but at the same time she felt dying.
I really wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while. Thinking of the child, Yanran's voice was weak but firm: "Let me see the child."
With the help of the midwife, Yu'er quickly bathed and dressed the little prince and princess, then she and the midwife held one each and walked to the edge of the bed.
"So cute!" Yanran looked at the child, her eyes overflowing with love, and the original imbalance had long been wiped away.
"Give birth!" Murong Che couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and stayed there as soon as he entered the door.
There were actually two of them. Just now he thought it was a child crying twice.
My heart slowed down for a long time, and I was stunned for a long time before I came back to my senses. The joy on my face unknowingly magnified several times.
"Ran'er, you've suffered so much, thank you." Murong Che squatted down and held Yan Ran's hand without caring about the child, the love and affection in his heart clearly visible on his face.
"Che." Yanran wanted to say something, but finally she was weak and fell asleep.
Fortunately, I fell asleep and was not dizzy. It was just that I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.
"Che." Yanran cried softly as she opened her eyes and looked at the handsome man sitting beside the bed in the bedroom.
"You're finally awake, Ran'er." Murong Che shouted in surprise, then put his index finger to his lips and said "Shh!" and pointed to the side.
Two little babies are sleeping soundly on the cute crib.
"Hold it over and show it to me." Yanran whispered.
Murong Che smiled softly and scratched Yanran's nose lovingly, "After seeing this, eat something good. Your body is quite weak now."
"I know, hurry up, Che." She promised, pushing Murong Che to carry the child over.
"It's not that we favor boys over girls. Let's start with the older ones." Murong Che gently hugged his son over.
Yan Ran smiled brightly and watched him carefully and clumsily hold the child in his arms. It seemed that he really took his words seriously.
This husband can be taught.
"Not bad, I can hold a baby now!" Her pretty little face raised a smile, and her colored eyes were full of tenderness.
What I hate the most is that men in ancient times didn't know how to take care of children. Fortunately, they are completely unlike other people.
"When I hugged him yesterday, I was still unnatural. I was afraid that I would accidentally drop her. Today is much better." Murong Che had a smile on his lips, with pride on his face, and his eyes could not hide the satisfaction and joy...
"Little handsome boy." Yan Ran pinched the baby's little face gently, Yan Ran couldn't help but joke, kissed her son's forehead gently, looked at the small bed again, and told Murong Che in a coquettish voice: "Husband, bring your daughter here.
Hurry!"
The chubby little faces were flushed pink, and the two little guys were lying side by side on the small bed. Yan Ran and Murong Che teased each other from time to time, looking at which one, and then suddenly looked at each other, their eyes full of tenderness and sweetness.
"Little beauty!" Yanran liked her daughter more, so she hurriedly took it, kissed her and said with a smile.
"And here we are!" Murong Che smiled and brought his handsome face to Yan Ran's lips: "Honey, don't be partial."
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Extra (2)
"Where's the princess?" Murong Che returned from the palace. His handsome face became more mature, making him even more handsome. He looked around, but he couldn't find Lin Yanran, along with his precious son Si.
Zhe and his precious daughter Ruoxi were both "abducted".
"Your Majesty, the princess has taken the young prince and the young princess to the women's martial arts gym." Qin'er hurried over.
"Zhang Qiang prepares his horse!" Murong Che's voice was still a little unhappy, and he sighed helplessly.
The child is now three years old, and her habit of running out at every turn has not changed at all. She used to sneak out by herself, but now it is more lively, and she has two small children to keep her company.
"ha!"
"Hey!"
…
The lively scene of the women's martial arts gym was in sharp contrast to the crowds in front of the place where Lin Yanran used to run it. The beautiful woman sitting aside leisurely sipping tea couldn't help but sigh that the princess had the most influence.
The original Lin Suqing Women's Martial Arts School had changed owners a long time ago. After she devoted herself to training Yun'er to become a master of Taekwondo and Sanda, Yun'er reopened the women's Martial Arts School with confidence.
Because she has had a group of high-ranking ladies as playmates since she was a child, and every move the princess makes is an example for them to follow. In addition, Yun'er
After trying her best to get Murong Fengyun to agree to inscribe a few big characters on her behalf, Mo No. 1 Women's Martial Arts School opened in all its glory.
The emperor acquiesced, and Shangguan Qingchu had no choice but to agree.
Although she has not always been in the limelight, Yanran's heart, which was often lost because of the lack of success in the martial arts gym, was finally comforted when she saw her disciple running the martial arts gym in a decent manner.
Behind Murong Che's back, he accepted the position of part-time coach in the martial arts school. He served as a coach when Yun'er and Shangguan Qingchu were dating, or came to watch and correct their moves when he had nothing to do. Later, there were also civilians one after another.
My daughter joined in and practiced well, giving her a great sense of accomplishment. She finally realized her dream of integrating modern martial arts into ancient times.
The most effective and proud thing is that a few days ago, a student was teased by Jin Qiyan and Murong Feng while they were shopping. She was a little scared at first, but then her heart calmed down and she was punched and kicked.
After beating the two of them until they begged for mercy, Murong Feng and Jin Qiyan really restrained themselves a lot, fearing that the next person they would offend would be a Taekwondo or Sanda master.
"Mother concubine." A little girl with only a ponytail and a white training uniform ran over. Her pretty face looked like Lin Yanran's. She was a little breathless and said, "Brother, he bullied me."
"Concubine, I don't have one. I just want to compete with my sister." The little boy with eyebrows that looked exactly like Murong Che also chased after her in a training uniform, looking at Lin Yanran with a raised face.
"Competition?" Yanran clapped her hands, stroked the heads of her son and daughter respectively, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's show the mother and concubine who is better, Sizhe or Xiruo?"
"Mother, my sister is no match for mine." Sizhe glanced at Xiruo nonchalantly.
"Murong Sizhe, you're talking nonsense!" Xiruo raised her little face and got into a formation, refusing to admit defeat: "You are better at Sanda than me, but I am better at Taekwondo than you. If we mix it up, you may not win."
"Hey!"
"ha!"
…
Horizontal kick, side kick, swinging punch, uppercut, front whip kick, rear whip kick...
Occasionally, they would also add a few tricks that Murong Che taught them. The little guys competed with gusto, and Lin Yanran looked at it with a smile on her face.
"Ran'er." A low roar came from behind, which immediately made her feel bad. She turned around slowly, and when her son and daughter weren't paying attention, she pulled him into the inner room, stuck out her tongue and forced out a smile: "Che."
"You...sigh!" Murong Che pointed at her with his index finger, sighed helplessly, pulled up a chair and sat down, letting her sit on his lap.
Murong Che, who doted on his beloved wife, had no choice but to use his trump card and pointed at her belly: "There are so many people practicing martial arts, what should I do if it hurts you?"
"It's all you, don't touch me in the future!" Lin Yanran lightly beat his chest: "Okay, I promise you, I won't come to the martial arts gym recently. But there are two things you have to promise me."
"What's the matter?" Murong Che frowned. Did she want to give him another problem?
"Two things, listen up." Yanran stretched out a finger and leaned into his arms, "First, I'm going to go when Yun'er and cousin Qingchu get married. Don't worry, it's still three months away.
It will be no problem then. Secondly, in the past few months, I still have to do the design work of Yipin Jewelry Shop. You are not allowed to stop me, just ask Yu'er to help me send the design draft."
"I'll think about it..." Murong Che stroked his chin: "Okay, I agree. But you also have to promise me one thing."
"What's up?"
"Don't let me touch you!" Murong Che blew into her ear deliberately, and her ears instantly felt hot air, tickling her ears.
"Che, I love you." Burying her head in Murong Che's arms, she blurted out, telling him sweet words that he would never tire of hearing.
This chest is always so generous and warm, and it has become her eternal attachment.
"Ran'er, I love you." He would occasionally say nauseous words, but every time he would say it with deep affection: "I am so lucky to have you."
"Che, the next life..." She slowly raised her head and stared at him affectionately: "If you were in modern times and I were in ancient times, I would definitely travel through time to find you."