Men in this era really value having children, and usually he doesn’t even mention it, but when he heard that he could actually have a son, he became so happy!
She felt a little soft-hearted and touched his face: "Let's give birth. When it comes, we should all stand still."
"Don't worry," Yan Baiwei said with an oath: "Even now, I am confident enough to protect you!"
He paused and said with a bit of regret: "I wanted to make the marriage more grand."
"Then let's do it!" Tang Shijin said lazily: "It's not a conflict. There are little snakes around, and being born early won't affect the jade plate, right?"
"Yes!" Yan Baiwei laughed out loud, couldn't wait to pick her up and picked her up like a cat: "Come on, let's give birth to a son."
"Wait!" Tang Shijin realized something was wrong: "I didn't mean now! I didn't mean immediately! I have something to do with you today! I also want you to help me sort out the official positions of the General Police Factory... Don't you need it?
Have an auspicious day, Yan Baiwei!!"
"I can't wait any longer," he put her on the couch and couldn't wait to cover her up: "As long as it's my little Jin'er, every day is Huang Daoji...day..."
By the end of the conversation, everything had turned into panting.
He kept kissing her and calling her: "Xiao Jiaojiao, you are so slippery that I can't help it..."
He impatiently came to the city and attacked Huanglong... The first drum was in a mess and there was no order. The second drum was also a violent attack and he was in a hurry. But at the third drum, the academic master finally remembered the knowledge in the book and tried to control it.
The rhythm was light and slow, and when she climbed to the top, the beautiful feeling hit her and her mind went blank.
When she finally came to her senses, he asked her in a low voice: "Baby, how were you just now?"
Even her hair was in a lazy style, her eyes were closed, her cheeks were red, and she hummed softly.
He pressed her whole body and whispered softly in her ear: "It will be better next time. Let's try again after you rest for a while."
Tang Shijin: "..."
I think you want to kill me.
The next day, His Highness the Crown Prince didn't even go to the morning court. Fortunately, he was just a mascot for the morning court, so there was no need to worry about the substitute not being able to handle it.
They stayed there until almost noon, then the two of them got up to take a shower and change clothes. Then they finished their breakfast tiredly and moved to the study.
Yan Baiwei thought about it and smiled: "Jin'er, have you noticed that you really act like a god?"
Tang Shijin's waist was sore that he lay lazily on the soft couch and read a storybook: "What is it like to be a god?"
Yan Baiwei smiled and said, "As long as I believe in you sincerely, you will fulfill my long-cherished wish."
Tang Shijin said: "Isn't this the case for all bosses?"
"Of course not," Yan Baiwei said: "For example, I and my subordinates have to work hard for everything themselves. I just give them a chance."
Tang Shijin clicked his tongue: "You are not my subordinate."
Yan Baiwei looked at her and said meaningfully: "I am willing to live at the bottom of the brocade. I should try it more at both the top and bottom to know whether it is good or not."
Tang Shijin: "..."
This car was driven unexpectedly.
Tang Shijin felt a pain in her back when she saw the look in his eyes. She quickly started talking about the business: "My Prince Qing's Mansion should be ready in the next two days. I want to take some time to go back and see Brother Six to see if I can take advantage of the opportunity before the year.
, bring people to the capital. If you don’t want to meet your family, you might as well stay at my place first."
Yan Baiwei said: "Am I with you?"
"It depends on your time," Tang Shijin said: "If you are not free, I will go back by myself... The main reason I came to you is that you can sort out the official positions of the General Police Factory for me. First of all, I want to have
At the same time, we need to set up an organization for the civil servants, which is called the Cleansing of Injustices Division, or whatever it is to clean up grievances. Then you can help me write a list and ask a few people from Dali Temple to come. In addition, I request that the descendants of the widowed monks will not be allowed to take the imperial examination.
."
As she said this, Yan Baiwei nodded and walked to the desk to sharpen ink.
Tang Shijin took out the list written by Hai Ruzhou from his sleeve and flew it to him. He said at the same time: "When you set it up, make the civil service organization as independent as possible from the Jishi Guard and Jinyi Guard, so that it will be easier to integrate in the future."
Yan Baiwei said: "Integration?"
"That's right!" Tang Shijin said: "Do you still want to keep this kind of secret service agency for a long time? Isn't it making people panic?"
Yan Baiwei smiled and said: "If we talk about the West Factory back then, of course I don't want it, but why not today's General Police Factory? I don't think it's more suitable for you to sit in this position. You can just do it.
, when you don’t want to do something, then you want to cancel it.”
As soon as Tang Shijin saw his playful little expression, he knew that he must be planning something. He couldn't help but clicked his tongue, lowered his head and looked at his notebook and stopped talking.
People like Wang Xunshi thought they were working together to deceive people. In fact, the two of them rarely discussed it. Boss Tang acted arbitrarily out of a gangster's self-esteem/inferiority and didn't like to ask for opinions. When Yan Baiwei needed it,
I will tell her that I will cooperate silently when it is not needed, so there is no need to discuss it.
Just like dealing with such a big matter as Zhao Shouzhuo, the two of them just clarified the purpose and didn't discuss the steps very much, but they did it smoothly.
Tang Shijin suddenly asked him: "My lord, do you think we have a tacit understanding?"
While Yan Baiwei was writing the excerpt, he smiled and rolled his eyes: "Of course, we are in tune with each other."
It was as if the joy in his heart couldn't be contained. There were smile lines in the corners of his eyes. He was smiling so stupidly that Tang Shijin couldn't bear to look at it any longer and continued to turn over the pages of his storybook.
There are actually quite a lot of vernacular novels, or vernacular novels, in this era, but most of them are not long, and most of them are contemporary, which means that the author can still find them, so there are not many, liberal arts and sciences.
Well, she could understand it anyway, but she felt that the writing was just average.
Tang Shijin felt that she couldn't do this job, so she had better wait until she met Tao Chengqi.
While thinking about it, he put away the notebook and looked up at Yan Baiwei.
He had already sat down, still with a smile on his face, and was looking at the paper on the table.
Why do you still have this expression when you write a book? Tang Shijin said: "What are you doing?"
Yan Baiwei said: "Our children, I don't want to be ranked from the royal family, why not choose a word '橖' as the ranking? It has the same sound as your surname, and commemorates the Jintang Spring period, and also carries my word Wei.
The meaning of grass and trees... As for the name, you are the God of Wealth, but you have already adopted the character for gold, and my character for Hong has come from the character for water, so it is better to choose the character for shell or jade, such as Mu Xian, Mu Yun, and Mu He.
…Do these sound good?”
Tang Shijin: "..."
She looked at him speechlessly.
Brother, are you thinking too far?
Besides, these names are so ugly. If you give it to Mu Aixian, I’d rather give it xylitol!
Tang Shijin said silently: "As long as you are happy."
He asked: "Doesn't it sound good? In the original ranking, this generation was '赜', the one who studied the best, Mu Zhenxian? Does it sound good? Is it okay?"
So he struggled with this issue over and over all day long.
Tang Shijin silently took away the zhezi he had written out in less than two quarters of an hour, went over to discuss it with Momo Erlang, and then asked him to help write the zhezi tomorrow morning.
When I came back, I heard that my son or daughter, who I don't know where, was named Mu Ailang.
Tang Shijin asked: "Praying mantis??"
"Huh?? That's right, the homophony doesn't sound good." This person had several dictionaries in his head, picked up his pen and wrote a page, continuing to struggle.
Then until he left the next morning, he still couldn't figure it out.