My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

"Yes, son."

Soon, Huaiqin brought Zhang Shuo in, and Zhang Shuo not only came, but also carried two baskets in his hands. As soon as he came in, he greeted politely: "Marquis Dingkang, Marquis's wife."

"Prime Minister Zhang." The couple greeted Zhang politely.

"Prime Minister Zhang, please come and sit down. This is a good opportunity to welcome Prime Minister Zhang." Chang An waved his hand and said, "Thank goodness my wife remembered what I said this morning and has asked someone to prepare an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, so please don't be polite."

Zhang smiled and nodded, then came to the opposite side of Chang An and said, "This is a gift from me to the children. I hope you two don't mind it."

Gu Li smiled and said, "Prime Minister Zhang is here for the first time, why should you be so polite?"

Zhang Shuo also smiled and pushed the gift in front of Chang An and opened it: As expected, both baskets were full of baby supplies, in addition to some toys and clothes, there were longevity locks, one set in each basket.

Chang An and Gu Li didn't think much about it. They smiled and nodded to express their gratitude, and then asked Huai Qin and Zhen Er to take it away and put it away. Then Chang An said, "This is the hot pot. Prime Minister Zhang, don't be polite. Just add whatever you want to eat."

"Okay." Zhang Shuo nodded, and then after Chang An and Gu Li started eating, he, the guest, began to eat.

"Delicious." After taking a bite, Zhang Shuo nodded and praised, "I have heard of the great name of Dingkang Hou before when I was outside the border. The one who accepted the surrender..."

"Prime Minister Zhang, my wife is still eating, let's not talk about this, thank you." Chang An raised his hand to stop Zhang from saying the next word.

Zhang Shuo had no choice but to nod and continue eating, but suddenly asked, "I heard that Zhang Jiazhen was exiled?"

"That's right." Chang An nodded, "He accepted bribes, slandered and defamed, and kidnapped court nobles. He was exiled because he had worked for His Majesty before, otherwise he would have been beheaded."

When Chang An said this, his tone seemed a little cold. Seeing this, Zhang Shuo stopped talking.

......

After lunch, Zhang Shuo had not yet left. After lunch, he naturally wanted to chat for a while. He said, "Marquis Dingkang, after I returned to Beijing today, I had a discussion with my friends in the Jixian Academy about which rising star has the best article."

"I've read all the essays from candidates from outside the capital and those from Chang'an. If we don't count the essays written by Ding Kanghou, the best one is Li Weihao from Yangzhou. His words are beautiful, gorgeous and lovely, but they lack some of the character of a scholar."

"The next one is Gao Shi, the head of the Ministry of War. He is very courageous, bold and unrestrained, and has a unique style. However, he is like an unpolished jade, and still has some flaws in it."

Gu Li then asked, "What if I add my beloved's article?"

Zhang Shuo laughed at this time and said, "If we add Ding Kanghou's article, then we will not look down on other people's articles. Even if we take the worst one out of them, it will be perfect."

Chang An smiled faintly, but Gu Li was very happy.

"Well, I just returned to the capital and I still have some things to deal with, so I won't bother you any more." Zhang said, standing up. "I'm leaving now, Marquis Dingkang doesn't need to see me off."

"Prime Minister Zhang, take care."

After Zhang Shuo left, Chang An helped Gu Li sit on the bed, and then asked: "How is Gu Niang today? Is there anything wrong?"

"A little bit. My feet are swollen for some reason." Gu Li was supported by Chang An and asked him to help him take off his shoes.

Chang An took off Gu Li's shoes and socks, and then put them directly into the quilt, fearing that she would be cold. He took them out again after covering them. However, he felt distressed when he saw Gu Li's feet, which were originally as rough as jade, were now swollen like carrots.

"Why didn't you say it before?" Chang An pinched her gently and asked.

"Because I thought I was fat, I didn't pay much attention to it. If Doctor Ma hadn't told me today, I wouldn't have known that I was swollen instead of fat." Gu Li pouted unhappily, "Chang Lang, please don't be angry, I didn't know it was swollen either."

Chang An sighed and said, "I'm not angry, it's just edema. I can just massage Gu Niang every day."

As he said that, Chang An took off his shoes and got on the bed, then gently lifted one of her little feet and gently pinched it. While pinching it, he asked, "How is it, Gu Niang? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Li shook his head.

Chang An heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then said, "Then I'll give Gu Niang a massage. It's not a good idea to keep it swollen like this."

But Gu Li looked at Chang An like this, reached out his little hand, touched his hand, and asked with some concern: "Are you tired, Chang Lang?"

"I'm not tired at all, Mother Gu, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. It has been like this for so many years, okay?" Chang An said with a smile, and then kissed Gu Li on the foot.

"I know everything," Gu Li stretched out his finger, gently touched Chang An's head, and said, "I heard from Huaiqin that Chang Lang was so tired that he fell asleep in the Imperial College."

"No, don't listen to Huaiqin's nonsense." Chang An comforted Gu Li with a smile, and then prepared to continue massaging her feet.

But Gu Li, as if in a fit of anger, pulled his feet back into the quilt. Chang An looked at Gu Li in surprise and found that his eyebrows were raised.

"If Chang Lang doesn't tell the truth, I will...I will just keep swelling and won't let Chang Lang massage me!"

Chang An sighed and said, "Okay, okay, I admit that I did sleep."

"Why does Chang Lang have to work so hard on himself all the time?" Gu Li puffed up his cheeks unhappily.

"It's okay, it's okay. As long as Gu Niang can work less, my hard work is worth it." Chang An stretched out his hand to take Gu Li's feet out, but Gu Li stretched out his hand and patted him, saying:

"Chang Lang has to agree to one condition of mine!"

"Okay, what are the conditions?" Chang An nodded, indicating his agreement.

Gu Li said, "Then Chang Lang is not allowed to go to the study to study. You must have a good rest! Otherwise, my feet will get swollen!"

Chang An smiled, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I promise Gu Niang."

When he touched Gu Li's feet again, she really didn't resist. After massaging for a while, Chang An felt that it was enough, so he changed the foot and started massaging again.

After the massage, Chang An twisted Gu Li's ankle and asked, "How is it, is there anything wrong with Gu Niang?"

"No." Gu Li shook his head.

So Chang An put Gu Li's feet back into the quilt, and then he yawned. Gu Li was helpless and distressed at this time, and pulled him and said:

"Okay, Chang Lang himself is feeling sleepy, and he still says he's not tired."

"Take a break."

After saying that, without letting Chang An speak, she pulled Chang An and let him rest his head on her legs. But when she saw that half of Chang An's legs were still outside the window, she simply pulled Chang An up again, moved to the other side of the bed, leaned against the wall, and stretched her legs.

After doing all this, she pulled Chang An down again and let him rest his head on her legs.

Gu Li's fingertips gently stroked Chang An's face and said, "Get some rest soon, or Chang Lang won't be allowed to whisper to Xiao Guai tonight."

"But I always have to have a private chat with Xiaoguai before going to bed. I can't fall asleep if I don't." Chang An pretended to be aggrieved and said, which made Gu Li feel helpless.

She could only nod, and then said: "Then allow Chang Lang to talk a little, but if Chang Lang talks and then doesn't go to sleep, I won't let Chang Lang talk."

"it is good."

Chang An smiled, leaned closer to Gu Li's belly, and said, "Little darling, little darling, please come out quickly. Mother is working so hard. Please don't make her suffer so much."

"When you come out, Aye will buy you the candied haws that A Niang likes the most. If A Niang can't eat them then we will just let her enjoy them."

Gu Li listened to Chang An's expression, his eyes were full of tenderness. Ever since his belly started to show and he started to feel uncomfortable, Chang An started to act as a full-time "nanny". His only happiness every day was hugging him and whispering to him in the evening.

As if sensing something, Gu Li suddenly twitched slightly again, and then said: "Xiaoguai again..."

"Ugh...kicked me."

"Twice in a row?" Chang An said, touching Gu Li gently.

"You and your son both like to bully me. Xiaoguai even agreed to kiss Grandpa instead of Grandma." Gu Li also said deliberately. Seeing this, Chang An pretended to pat Gu Li's belly lightly and said:

"Don't bully your mother, little darling."

As he spoke, Chang An yawned again, and his eyes began to feel heavy. Gu Li gently untied his hairband and let his hair fall down. Then he patted him gently and hummed softly:

"The dark sky is hanging low, with bright stars following, insects flying, insects flying, who are you missing? The stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the ground are withering, the cold wind is blowing, the cold wind is blowing, as long as you are with me..."

Gu Li was only halfway through the song when she felt Chang An rubbing against her belly again, breathing very steadily. Gu Li smiled as she hummed the song, and then gently used her fingertips to push away the hair that fell on his face.

At this time, Zhen'er suddenly walked in. Just as she was about to speak, Gu Li gestured to her not to speak. Zhen'er also saw Chang'an who had fallen asleep, so she walked in carefully. Gu Li gestured to her to "read a book", and Zhen'er quickly went to the study and took the poetry collection that Chang'an brought back.

As if she was afraid that Chang An could not rest well, Gu Li read a book and hummed a song to "coax" Chang An to sleep, and checked from time to time to see if he had woken up. At this time, she happened to see a sentence in the poetry collection, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly:

“A silkworm may not stop spinning silk until it dies, a candle may not stop shedding tears until it turns into ashes…”