Qin Wuyan accompanied Zhuang Xiaoyu for breakfast, then went to the study.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Qin Wuyan propped his forehead with his fingertips, and the wound on his arm was aching. He couldn't hold it any longer, so he lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

The sound of knuckles knocking on the table sounded, Qin Wuyan had to open his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw Zhuang Qingyun.

Zhuang Qingyun stared at Wu Qing under his eye sockets, and asked in a cold voice: "Did you sleepless last night?"

Qin Wuyan was noncommittal, but frowned helplessly: "Xiaoyu makes more and more troubles at night, more and more frequently."

Zhuang Qingyun sneered, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "The fetus is only six months old, and you have tired yourself into this appearance, and when you give birth in October, you may even risk your life.

Men in this world have never cared about a woman's childbirth, but you are better off, wishing to be pregnant instead of her..."

Qin Wuyan let Zhuang Qingyun sneer and sneer, without refuting, with his fingers pressed against his brows, he fell into deep thought.

The sleeve robe slipped off, and Zhuang Qingyun's face changed slightly when he saw the white cotton cloth wrapped around Qin Wuyan's arm, "Are you injured again?"

Qin Wuyan withdrew his hand and put down his cuff: "It's just an accident, nothing happened."

Qin Wuyan opened the document that Zhuang Qingyun brought over: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I don't have much time and energy to deal with the Min Mansion. After the Chinese New Year is over and Xiao Yu gives birth to the child, I will start dealing with Min Zhi OK."

Zhuang Qingyun pondered for a moment: "Alright, when the time comes when you ascend to the position of high priest, you will be able to make an example of others."

It's also good for the family to see the real power and strength behind being the high priest, which is not something that a mere family can easily contend with.

Only after Zhuang Huaisen passed away, those forces that had hidden their allegiance to the high priest actively threw an olive branch at Qin Wuyan...

The next High Priest has already become a certainty, and Qin Wuyan is diligent in government and loves the people, and he is dedicated to serving the people of Yuecheng. He is indeed a rare good priest.

The weather was getting colder day by day, Zhuang Xiaoyu sat under the eaves and looked at the snowflakes for a long time, looking at the servants who were busy going back and forth, he just felt bored.

It is impossible to leave the mansion, even if a bunch of personal guards follow him, Qin Wuyan is not at ease that she will go out alone.

I can only stay in the mansion, watching the snow blowing in front of the court, watching winter plums spit out pistils, and it's just the same thing after watching for a long time.

Yinling stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, racking her brains to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu to be happy, but she didn't know how to coax Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, the new year is coming soon, if you want to buy something to eat and play, slaves can go to the street to give it to you." You buy it back."

Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged the heater, thought for a while, and said, "Then buy some fireworks and come back."

Yinling immediately sent a little girl to tell the butler, "Fireworks are a must every year, so I will buy more this year, Madam wants to watch fireworks."

In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve, and as usual, the heads of aristocratic families came to the priest's mansion to offer tribute.

Today is different from the past, the housekeeper is responsible for receiving those mistresses and young ladies, Zhuang Xiaoyu did not show up, and it is unknown who came to the mansion.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put on the pearl flower and called Yinling: "Does this flower look good on your head?"

The hairpins made of gold, silver and jewelry were all put away, Qin Wuyan bought a lot of velvet flowers and pearl flowers and put them in the jewelry box for Zhuang Xiaoyu to choose every day.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a picture in the mirror, but she didn't hear Yinling's response for a long time.

She stood up, put on a fox fur cloak, and walked out along the long corridor towards the front yard.