Sui Tang: Please don't jail the country, my Li family surrendered

The eleventh year of the great cause, June 17, light rain.

Luoyang City, smoke and rain.

The streets and alleys are still lively.

People with cloaks come and go, and small traders and vendors are shouting.

Even though the world is in chaos, this majestic and prosperous capital city is as beautiful as ever, and it has not been affected by the war at all.

In the wide Suzaku Street, the blood of the Yuwen family has long been washed clean, and there is not even a trace.

People were extremely silent about the matter, as if everyone knew what was happening.

Royal Palace, Royal Study.

Yang Mu lay lazily on Changsun Wuji’s lap, and a wonderful fragrance always lingered on the tip of his nose.

The gentle and virtuous eldest grandson Wuxian was carefully massaging Yang Mu’s temples.

A picture of husband and wife love comes to life.

“Husband, you have worked hard these days.”

Changsun Wuxian said with a distressed heart while gently pressing Yang Mu’s temple.

Since the imprisonment of the country, Yang Mu has basically not rested much.

A lot of things need to be decided by him.

Especially after eradicating the Yuwen family and controlling the entire capital, Yang Mu had more things to do.

After all, it is not a peaceful and prosperous time.

Except for the perimeter of the capital, almost the entire northern part of the Great Sui has fallen.

As the prince of the Jianguo Kingdom, Yang Mu can imagine how much burden and pressure he has on his body.

Changsun Wuxian also did what a wife should do as much as possible, hoping to relieve Yang Mu of some burden.

Yang Mu slowly opened his eyes, looked at his wife with a smile, and said: “It’s nothing, but you, the palace depends on you alone inside and out, and it is not easy to take care of me, and it is not easy to reformulate the rules of the palace people.” ”

Hearing these words, Changsun Wuqian’s heart warmed, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out that the husband had always known.

Since Yang Mu controlled the entire palace, except for the East Factory led by Wei Zhongxian, the selection of all palace maidservants, the formulation of the rules of each palace, the distribution of monthly money, etc., were all the responsibility of Changsun Wuxian alone.

She was originally a teenager, and she had to manage such a big mess, she had no experience or helpers, and everything had to start from scratch.

But Changsun Wuxian is the kind of person who does not admit defeat, and manages the huge palace and nearly 10,000 palace people in an orderly manner.

Yang Mu’s diet and living are personally responsible for her.

Serving tea and pouring water, serving the bed and cooking, and the eldest grandson are all meticulous.

As a wife, Yang Mu was also very moved in his heart to be able to do this.

Changsun Wuxian lowered his head shyly and said, “This, this is what a concubine should do.” ”

“Nope.” Yang Mu suddenly sat up, gently took Changsun Wuji’s little hand, and said with bright eyes: “There is nothing you should do, you and I are not only blindly giving to each other, nor blindly taking, this is the real couple.” ”

Not blindly paying, nor blindly taking?

Changsun Wuxian recalled what Yang Mu said, and felt very novel.

As a wife, it is natural that everything should be given for her husband.

From childhood to adulthood, Changsun Wuxian accepted such ideas.

But Yang Mu’s words made her feel a different feeling in her heart, feeling like redefining the relationship between husband and wife.

Maybe…… I can also be like a little woman, asking for her husband’s love.

Thinking of this, Changsun Wuxian smiled shyly, and his heart was as sweet as drinking honey.

“So, can Nafu-kun accompany me more tonight? Don’t always be busy with government affairs. Changsun Wuxian hesitated for a moment, but still plucked up the courage to say what was in his heart.

Since Yang Mu took control of the capital, he was basically busy until late, and sometimes he even stayed up all night.

Changsun Wuxian saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

She would obediently wait for Yang Mu’s arrival every night, which was the only thing she could do.

“Hahaha, okay! I’m not going anywhere tonight, I’m watching the moon with you. ”

Yang Mu smiled heartily.

“Thank you, husband-kun.” I don’t know what’s wrong, Changsun Wuxian suddenly had red eyes and a look of grievance.

This was the first time that Sun Wuxian had said what he wanted.

In the past, in the house of his uncle Gao Shilian, it was also considered to be under the fence, and Changsun Wuxian was very sensible since he was a child, and he was strict with himself in every word and deed, and never said what he thought in his heart.

Even becoming Li Shimin’s fiancée before is in a sense a kind of force.

Changsun Wuji hoped to marry the Duke of Tang, so he let Changsun Wuji marry Li Shimin.

Changsun Wuxian did not object.

She has already resigned herself.

Later, Yang Mu directly robbed the marriage, and Changsun Wuxian didn’t care about anything.

Whether it is marrying Li Shimin or marrying Yang Mu, it is the same in her eyes.

She blocked the grievances in her heart and her true self, and planned to block it for the rest of her life.

Until he met Yang Mu, Changsun Wuxian gradually felt that he was truly alive.

It turns out that life can also be decided by itself, and you can also speak your own thoughts.

At this moment, the helplessness, grievances, and sadness that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time finally broke out completely under Yang Mu’s gentle love.

Looking at Changsun Wujian, who was aggrieved to the point of not knowing what to do, Yang Mu didn’t say much, just smiled slightly and took him into his arms.

In the imperial study room, a sweet and warm atmosphere is born.

This is a romance that belongs only to the two of them.