The Emperor of Qin gave six handsome men

At night, the moon and stars hung in the sky. Ying Bu stood by the window looking at the sky, his eyes full of longing.

Qin Xingfu hugged his waist from behind and rested his head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Are you missing the kids? Didn't they receive a letter? Their journey was quite interesting."

Ying Bu turned around and hugged her.

"Yes! Originally we agreed to send one letter a day, but now we send one letter every three days, and it's not even on time. I have no interest in doing anything."

Qin Xingfu drew circles on his waist with her hands in a dishonest manner, looking at him seductively with her eyes.

"is it?"

Ying Bu's body stiffened and his eyes became dim.

"No, how about having another child?"

Qin Xingfu rolled her eyes at him, pushed him away and lay back down on the bed.

"If you want a child, go find someone to give birth to one for you. I'm over 40 and can't have one anymore."

Ying Bu even forgot that he was not young anymore, and hurried to the bedside with a flattering smile.

"No, she still looks like a 20-year-old girl. I easily forget about it and speak out of turn."

Qin Xingfu turned her back and ignored him, so Ying Bu simply went to bed and hugged her and acted coquettishly.

"My Lord, I was wrong! I have only one child, the Queen, and that's enough for me. I just feel a little lonely for a while. Wuji and Qiqi are both grown-up girls, and Enen is also old enough to go to school. Don't you think our home is lonely?"

"I don't think so. It's much quieter now. You're just too idle and have nothing to do. Why don't you go to Shu and continue your work tomorrow?"

Qin Xingfu turned and said to him, Ying Bu shook his head.

"No, I want to rest more, and you shouldn't work so hard all the time."

Qin Xingfu touched his head, feeling a little melancholy.

"I'm getting old, and I feel like my memory and comprehension aren't as good as they used to be. I have to hurry up and finish this, or I'm afraid no one else will be able to do it."

"No, you really haven't changed at all. You still look like you're twenty years old."

Ying Bu looked at her with sincerity in his eyes, as if he was not telling lies.

"You are a lover who sees beauty in everything. I know my own physical condition. My hair has turned a lot white, and you have a lot of white hair too. Ying Bu, we are all old, and the future belongs to the children. We just need to take good care of ourselves. We have accumulated enough things for the children, so we can live more comfortably in the future."

Ying Bu then looked at the white hair on her temples, eyes full of pity, and kissed her.

"I should be the one saying this to you. It's obviously you who's working too hard. I've lived a life of luxury for most of my life, without any worries at all."

The most she did was to save some money for the children, and she basically didn't do anything herself. With her status, she could get whatever she wanted with just a word. She was still the hardest-working person in the family.

Qin Xingfu thought about it and realized it was true.

"I think it's quite meaningful. I like this kind of life."

Little by little, turning the strange world into the hometown in your memory brings you a great sense of accomplishment.

"Well, don't think too much about it, sir. The night is long and I have no mood to sleep. Why not do something interesting?"

As he spoke, he began to stretch out his evil hands towards Qin Xingfu, but Qin Xingfu lost interest and pushed him away because she felt too hot.

Instead, Ying Bu held her hands and kissed them. A tingling sensation came from her fingertips, and Qin Xingfu curled the corners of her mouth.

Then, he raised his foot, placed it on his chest, and kicked him away.

Ying Bu, who was kicked off the bed, was not annoyed. Instead, he continued to climb onto the bed with a smile, holding down his ankle that had just been messed up, and slowly moved upwards...

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Life went on like this, busy but not peaceful. Since the emergence of electricity in Daqin, people's demands for life have become much higher. They no longer demanded to have enough food and clothing, but a more refined life.

In the eyes of many people, what the Science City has produced in recent years is a hot commodity, a goose that lays golden eggs. However, due to its special status, no one dares to get involved and can only pray for a chance to cooperate on an item.

In the Western Xinjiang, Han Xin had conquered the Huns long ago. He had no opponents in a war and his life became boring. Occasionally, he would cultivate a few forces and watch them fight each other. Such days were quite interesting.

"Husband, there is a letter from the children."

Shiyun came in with a letter, and Han Xin quickly put down the chess piece in his hand and looked over.

"Really? Let's take a look."

He held Shiyun in his arms and read the children's letters together.

"In recent years, the children have only reported good news and not bad news. Jing'er will be eighteen years old at the end of the year. I asked him to keep an eye out for a girl he likes, but he didn't write to me for three months."

Shiyun muttered to herself as she tore open the envelope and began to read.

"Ah~ How could the adults be so careless? They let the children go out and set up their own homes just when they turned 18. Now they are letting them go out alone. What if something unexpected happens on the way?"

Shiyun's face was full of worry, while Han Xin's eyes flashed with admiration. As expected, he was still an adult! He never did things according to common sense.

"Your Excellency has his own considerations. You see, Master Yue has made a lot of preparations over the years. Should we renovate this house? When they come to Western Xinjiang one day, they may come to our house to visit."

Shiyun looked around the magnificent home.

"Forget it, that's enough. Let's not be too arrogant. Even the adults of their status are not as extravagant as us."

He is now the one in charge of Western Xinjiang, and Your Majesty is assured that they themselves are extremely law-abiding, and the people under them are also doing their best to restrain themselves.

"Too!"

The year before last, Fusu rewarded him for his merits and conferred on him the title of Marquis of Western Frontier. He was considered a young and promising man, Han Xin touched his chin.

"Should we hold a coming-of-age ceremony for him as a child or celebrate his eighteenth birthday like an adult?"

Shiyun thought about it.

"The crowning ceremony."

The royal family has not abolished the ceremony of coming of age, so how can the ministers follow suit?

"All right. I heard that Prince Renhuai has taken in several beautiful concubines."

Speaking of this, Shiyun's face turned unhappy.

"Yes, does my husband want it too?"

Han Xin smiled instantly when he saw her expression.

"I dare not do that. Having you is enough for me. I swore in front of you that I would never let you down in this life! I just think he is getting more and more ridiculous."

It's a good place, but instead of being well governed, it's indulged in extravagance and debauchery. All the power is now in the hands of the princess, and Prince Renhuai is just a puppet.

Shiyun then stood up and sat on the other side.

"We just need to take good care of Western Xinjiang. After two years, when the children have started their own families, we will go back to Xianyang."

Qingya and Shiyun agreed that after the children have their own families, they would like to return to Xianyang and be with their parents. As for the men, they can go wherever they want.

"Well, we will be almost retired by then, and I can accompany Madam to travel around. Madam, please don't abandon me."

Shiyun laughed at Han Xin's pitiful look.

"Shao Pin, Jun'er and Yao'er will be back soon. I'll go prepare the meal. Does your husband want to eat anything today?"

Han Xin thought about it and said.

"I'm tired of all the delicacies from land and sea. How about a bowl of stewed noodles? The ones made by my wife herself are the best."

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

Shiyun stood up and walked to the kitchen, while Han Xin picked up the letter again and gently stroked the words on it with his fingers.

To outsiders, he looks like a father missing his children.