The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

"Father!

Mother, it's Father who has returned."

The little guy saw Xiao Tong's figure before Jiang Wumei.

Looking at his familiar father, the little guy let go of the glass beads in his hand and ran towards Xiao Tong with joy and exclamation.

"Father, hold me."

The little guy's body bounced up and down as he ran, looking like a cute and adorable little milk dumpling. He rushed to Xiao Tong like a little cannonball, opening and closing his little mouth as if asking for a hug.

Xiao Tong's black eyes were filled with smiles. He bent down, picked up the little guy with one arm, and walked towards Jiang Wumei.

The setting sun was as red as blood, shining into the palace and casting an orange golden glow on the outlines of the father and son.

Looking at the father and son walking against the light, Jiang Wumei's heart moved slightly, and she stood up with a smile to greet them.

"emperor."

Jiang Wumei leaned forward to salute, but Xiao Tong stopped her with his arm.

"Niao Niao, you don't have to bow when you see me in the future."

Xiao Tong looked at her deeply, holding the child in one hand and her slender waist with the other, and walked into the depths of the palace with the mother and child.

Jiang Wumei raised her red lips and nodded. Seeing Xiao Tong's happy face, she turned to Qingzhi and said:

"Pass the meal around."

Qingzhi looked at the backs of the two masters, smiled, turned around and went back to make arrangements.

Xiao Tong had just returned, and the court was full of affairs. Thinking that he would have to get up early to attend court tomorrow, Jiang Wumei asked Qingzhi to take the children back to the palace to rest after dinner, and she accompanied Xiao Tong to take a bath and prepare for bed.

This was the first time the two of them had bathed together since Jiang Wumei's accident. After taking off all their clothes, Xiao Tong's hot big palm fell on Jiang Wumei's tender back, and his dark eyes were fixed on Jiang Wumei's red and moist lips.

Jiang Wumei felt her whole body burning hot under his stare. She bit her lips, enduring wave after wave of strange sensations. She couldn't help but move, wanting to get off the man's thighs.

But Xiao Tong did not give her this opportunity. He almost forced and eagerly made Jiang Wumei adapt to his presence.

A few unbearable moans came from the bathroom. Qingzhi listened to the ambiguous sound of water inside the room from outside, turned around and calmly sent away the other palace maids present.

The noise from the bathroom stopped for a long time. Qingzhi thought that the two masters had finished and was about to call someone in to clean up, but he heard his own queen's choked exclamation and the emperor's gentle and patient coaxing voice.

At this point, Qingzhi completely gave up the idea of ​​entering the palace and retreated to the palace gate, waiting to be summoned by his queen.

Ever since Jiang Wumei was injured, Xiao Tong had been restraining himself. After waiting for a long time for Jiang Wumei to recover, he completely lost his composure as soon as he touched her body.

The feeling of soul fusion was so beautiful that it was eroding his bones. For a brief moment, Xiao Tong wished he could die on Jiang Wumei.

"emperor.

Xiao Tong...

Jinzhi...

Stop it now..."

Xiao Tong was too aggressive today. Jiang Wumei felt that she might die in Xiao Tong's arms tonight, so she had to keep asking the man to stop.

But Jiang Wumei didn't know how seductive she looked at the moment with tears in her eyes and a pink complexion. Xiao Tong couldn't control himself at all.

A full moon hangs high in the sky.

The moonlight poured down and enveloped the entire imperial city.

In Fengwu Palace, Xiao Tong's anger subsided a little. He hugged Jiang Wumei, who was covered in kiss marks, and cleaned her body personally.

Jiang Wumei was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes, so she could only let Xiao Tong clean her up and change her into pajamas.

Qingzhi brought the palace maids into the hall, changed into a clean brocade quilt, lit the candles on the exquisite copper candlesticks, carefully glanced at the empress who was carefully held in the emperor's arms, and quickly retreated with light steps.

Lying back on the soft big bed, Jiang Wumei rested her head on Xiao Tong's arm and fell asleep after a few breaths.

Jiang Wumei's sleeping face was peaceful and gentle. Xiao Tong raised his long fingers and curled up Jiang Wumei's long hair that fell on her chest, gently wrapping it around a few times.

The black hair was smooth and black, and it brought a unique cool touch when wrapped around the fingertips. Xiao Tong stared at the strand of black hair at the fingertips for a long time, and suddenly stood up and cut off the strand of hair with scissors.

Finally, Xiao Tong cut off a strand of his own black hair in the same way, tied the two people's black hair into a knot, and put it into a yellow brocade bag embroidered with dragon patterns.

After putting the brocade bag close to his body, Xiao Tong lay down again, but he did not intend to sleep. Instead, he carefully checked Jiang Wumei's whole body to make sure there was no place that needed medicine before he held her in his arms again.

Xiao Tong's physical examination made little noise, so Jiang Wumei was not woken up.

But when the man held her in his arms again, Jiang Wumei felt hot and couldn't help frowning, but she soon calmed down.

The next morning, bright sunlight poured into the hall, casting spots of mottled light.

Outside the hall, the voices of Qingzhi and An'er were heard. Jiang Wumei opened her eyes hazily, turned her head and realized that she had slept until now.

"Green branch."

Jiang Wumei propped herself up and called out. Qingzhi asked the palace maid beside her to continue accompanying the young prince, and she turned around and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

"Mother, you're awake."

Jiang Wumei lowered her eyes and glanced at the marks on her body. Her throat was a little hoarse from overusing her voice.

"Well, pour me a glass of water."

After waking up from a nap, she felt sore and tired all over. Drinking warm water relieved the discomfort in her throat. Then Jiang Wumei changed her clothes and washed up with Qingzhi's help.

"Your Majesty, when the Emperor left this morning, he specifically instructed that he would return to the palace for lunch at noon.

It's still an hour before noon. I'll have some snacks brought over. Would you like to have some first?"

Jiang Wumei nodded casually. She had no appetite to begin with and just wanted to sleep.

"Prepare a bowl of porridge. Remember to make it light. I don't want to eat anything sweet."

"Yes, concubine.

I will go and bring the young prince in first.

The young prince arrived early in the morning and saw that you were resting, so he didn't let me come in to call you.

I have discovered that the young prince has become much more sensible this time around."

Qingzhi smiled and praised a few words. Jiang Wumei turned her head to look at the little girl who was making a garland with the palace maids outside the hall, and raised the corner of her mouth:

"Has An'er had breakfast?"

"Yes. The young prince used it in his own bedroom before coming here."

As soon as Qingzhi left the bedroom, An'er ran over holding the wreath she had just made.

"Is mother awake?

Can An'er go give flowers to Mother?"

Qingzhi smiled and nodded, then led An'er into the hall.

“The Queen has just woken up, Your Highness can go in.

Your Highness, please be careful where you step."

An'er followed Qingzhi into the hall and saw his mother sitting by the window. His round eyes lit up instantly. He let go of Qingzhi and ran towards his mother.

"Mother, An'er made a wreath for you. Look, it's beautiful."

"It's so beautiful, thank you, An'er.

An'er, please put it on your mother yourself."

Jiang Wumei turned her head and looked back, curled her lips, picked up the child and sat him beside her, then lowered her head and let the little girl put the wreath on her head herself.

The material of this wreath was taken from the imperial garden. It has soft willow branches as the base and is embellished with various flowers. It is colorful and when worn on Jiang Wumei's head, it makes her temperament look softer.

The little guy was stunned, clapped his hands happily, and praised generously:

"Mother is so beautiful, An'er likes her so much."

Jiang Wumei laughed out loud and tapped the little guy's nose:

"An'er is also very cute, and mother likes him very much."

An'er giggled and threw herself into Jiang Wumei's arms, playing with her. When Qingzhi brought the porridge sent from the imperial kitchen into the hall, the mother and son were laughing together.