Chapter 483: Outside: Cinnabar Mole 01

Chapter 483

Ning Si also did not know how to explain to the child, "Only husbands and wives can hug, do you know."

Little Yixing became even more entangled, his little meaty face wrinkled into a ball, "Then Brother Yan hugged Yixing, is Yixing Brother Yan's wife?"

Little Zhao Yan pinched Little Yixing's cheek, gritting his teeth, "You think beautifully, we are both men."

"Men?" The five-year-old little man looked at his most beloved Brother Yan with wide eyes, "Yixing is not a man! Yixing is the Empress Dowager's little baby!"

Little Zhao Yan ground his teeth, "Li Yixing, remember what you just said, you will regret it when you grow up!"

Gu Ying and Ning Si looked at each other and chuckled.

Hai Tang couldn't help laughing out loud.

Little Zhao Yan crossed his arms with a lazy smile, "Little fool, although your Uncle Zhao cannot hug the Empress Dowager, he can hug you."

Zhao Changdu glanced coldly at his naughty and mischievous son, narrowed his cold eyes, "Zhao Yan."

Little Zhao Yan also narrowed his eyes, one big and one small pair of identical phoenix eyes, extremely pleasing to the eye.

Gu Ying knew that the father and son were going to have another fight, so she hurriedly hugged Little Yixing and stuffed him into the Crown Prince's arms, "Changdu, hug him, Si and I haven't finished talking yet. "

The chubby little guy snuggled into a ball as soon as he got into the man's arms, and obediently stretched out two sections of arms to wrap around the man's slender neck.

"Uncle Zhao's embrace smells so good."

"Yes, yes, yes, your Uncle Zhao's embrace smells the best." Little Zhao Yan grinned smugly and hurried into his mother's arms, "Woo woo woo, teacher said, it's not lacking but uneven, Yixing is being held by Dad, can Mom hold Yan?"

Zhao Changdu's brows sank, his big hand hugged Little Yixing's little butt, and the other hand directly lifted Zhao Yan's little body and also hugged him into his arms, "What, don't like Dad hugging you?"

Little Zhao Yan's mouth twitched, feeling the strength in his father's arms, he pursed his little mouth aggrievedly, "No, Yan loves Dad very much."

Seeing his son's fake smile that was more fake than crying, Zhao Changdu's mouth hooked slightly. He sat down on the Luohan bed holding the children.

"Ying is right, you have to go all out when you do things. Since you are determined to leave the palace, let Li Hao also taste the heart-piercing pain."

Ning Si looked up, "Does the Crown Prince mean...?"

Zhao Changdu said unhurriedly, "Leave this matter to me. You just have to leave."

Gu Ying looked into the man's dark and gloomy eyes. The couple had a tacit understanding, she could see through the man's thoughts in one glance. Her eyes lit up as she smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, if we can't do it, Changdu must have a way. Si, just go to Jiangnan with peace of mind."

Ning Si breathed a sigh of relief and didn't dare ask more.

She had wanted to leave with Little Yixing that night.

However, there was a curfew in Bianjing City. If she forced her way out of the city, it would attract attention instead. Anyway, Li Hao was not in Bianjing, and Empress Dowager Su was celebrating Empress Zhen giving birth to an imperial heir.

So she stayed overnight at the Prince Who Protects the Country's mansion.

Gu Ying liked Little Yixing very much. After bathing, she hugged the little guy in her arms, "Changdu, I asked Si for Yixing. Is it okay if the two kids sleep with me tonight?"

Seeing that her days as a mother were numbered, she cherished every moment she could spend with the children.

Zhao Changdu had always thought he was magnanimous. It was just two children, of course he agreed, "Okay."

In bed, the two little ones occupied his little girl on the left and right, stretching out their round little heads and staring at his little wife to listen to stories eagerly.

The little girl's voice was soft and charming. The two little dumplings were more and more interested in listening. It was the middle of the night and they still refused to sleep.

Zhao Changdu's brow jumped heavily. He was lying all alone on the outermost side, lonely and cold.

Ying's eyes and heart were full of the two little dumplings. She didn't even look at him once.

His eyes darkened slightly. He deliberately pulled open his big cloak to reveal his solid, broad chest.

"Ying, don't you think it's very hot this summer?"

Gu Ying was having fun playing with the two children. Her little face was flushed red. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of the man's undulating smooth pectorals, her throat tightened involuntarily, and her eyes were attracted to it uncontrollably, "No... not at all."

Zhao Changdu's eyes were deep and cold. Half of his body leaned against the pillow.

The six strong abs were clearly revealed in front of the woman.

The little milk ball was unhappy, "What important thing that Yan can't do together!"

"Of course you can't. This is Dad and Mom's secret." Gu Ying hugged the little one and kissed his porcelain-like little face. She put him down on the ground and called Hai Tang, "Hai Tang, send the little Crown Prince to school."

"Let's go, little Crown Prince."

"Then Yan is going. Dad, take good care of Mom." The little milk ball aggrievedly bit his red lips and left.

The little guy had always been sensible. Gu Ying watched her child leave. She thought for a while and said gently, "Changdu, let's go to the hot spring villa outside the city to stay for a few days tomorrow, okay? Cousin and Frost went yesterday. I heard the flowers there are in full bloom now, suitable for appreciating flowers and relaxing. "

Zhao Changdu's voice was hoarse. He lowered his head to kiss the woman's delicate lips indulgently, "Okay, not bringing Yan."

He held her delicate pink face in his big hands, his tall and sturdy body pressed against hers, his breath hot and mingling with hers.

Waves of delicious pleasure rose in her heart.

Gu Ying's small hands twisted the jade belt around the man's waist, her eyes misted over with shyness, "Mmm..."

Then, unable to wait any longer, Zhao Changdu swept up the darling girl in his arms and carried her straight into the room.

With a flourish of his sleeve, the door closed tightly behind them.

The servant girls outside heard the sounds from within and smiled knowingly as they discreetly withdrew.

...

Although Mother's kiss had dampened his anger somewhat, Zhao Yan still had no desire to go to school today.

Besides, he had long ago memorized everything the tutor taught, and if not for wanting to set Mother's mind at ease, he would never have agreed to study with those dullards.

As soon as the carriage left the Duke's mansion on the main street, Little Yixing knocked Hai Tang out and let her sleep in the carriage while he himself slipped out like a slippery little fish into the crowd.

A young master with such looks attracted much attention on the street.

Zhao Yan tirelessly pulled up part of his robe to cover his face.

Just after turning onto Changning Street, he caught sight of Uncle Huai An carrying something out of the city.

His eyes narrowed, thinking something seemed off. Every month on the first and fifteenth, Uncle Huai An was never home.

He also refused Zhao Yan’s requests to practice martial arts together.

Looking back now, something suspicious must be going on!

Zhao Yan decided on the spot to disguise himself and follow Huai An out of the city gate, and saw him carry something into an abandoned temple.

Shortly after, several men looking like beggars came out of the temple, robes open wide, walking around complacently.

"Puzhao Temple?"

Zhao Yan looked up, his black and white eyes fixed on the three characters.

Just as he wanted to go inside and look, Huai An came out.

“Pah!”

Huai An spat back inside, his expression full of disgust.

In the five years Zhao Yan had practically grown up glued to Huai An’s backside, he had never seen his uncle so repulsed by anything.

What on earth was in that ruined temple to make Uncle Huai An so angry?

He quickly hid himself in the lush bushes nearby, curling into a ball.

After Huai An walked past him, Zhao Yan bolted out and ran towards the temple.

As soon as he entered, he was assaulted by a wave of stench that made him cover his nose.

Looking around, there was nothing special—crumbling walls, leaking roof, broken idols. It was clear no one had taken care of this dilapidated temple for many years.

Yet behind the damaged Buddha statue came faint sounds of rustling and miserable groans.

Zhao Yan was shocked, eyes wide open.

"Who's there?"