The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman Chapter 163

After all, Sun Hui is in the name of the emperor's heir, and the ministers of the court are still on her side.

"Your Majesty is still young, so you can wait until next year. But Nine Thousand Years will be nineteen years old in winter. I'm afraid this marriage can't be delayed any longer..."

The one who dared to say this was naturally Nanjun's grandmother, Du Qin. Although the two had many differences in the handling of government affairs, they could not stop the grandmother from caring about her granddaughter.

Nan Jun's parents died early, and there was no one to take care of the marriage. Du Qin was anxious for a long time, and there was still a stubborn person waiting for her at home.

Just taking advantage of Sun Hui's mention of the draft today, Du Qin simply put the matter of Nan Jun on the agenda.

Before Nan Jun had time to react, Qiao Yun, who was sitting by the side, was in a hurry and stood up straight.

Afraid that he would say something that would be misunderstood, Nan Jun hurriedly spoke out first.

"The Holy Majesty has not yet ruled personally, how can I get married with peace of mind? This matter will be discussed in the future. If there is no important matter, then retreat!"

"Back to court..."

Nan Jun directly blocked Du Qin's remaining words, the old lady glanced at Nan Jun helplessly, and sighed heavily.

You are not in a hurry, but my grandson is in a hurry!

When Nan Jun was young, her father made an appointment for her to marry Du Li, the grandson of the Du family, but it was a verbal agreement at the time, and the Geng Tie was not changed, and no matchmaker was found to testify, so not many people knew about it. .

Seeing all the ministers exit the hall, Qiao Yun quietly let out a breath.

For some reason, he was very afraid of Nan Jun getting married, as if after Nan Jun got married, she would stop caring about him.

The hall was empty, but Nan Jun still had no intention of leaving, Qiao Yun stood up first, grabbed the hem of his clothes with two small hands, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

In fact, he was also a little scared, because of his identity, he had missed Nan Jun for many years.

It stands to reason that at her age, children should be able to speak.

"Your Majesty missed this king's lifelong event, how can I compensate you?"

Nan Jun raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a playful look in his eyes that he had never seen before.

So much so that Qiao Yun stared at her blankly, forgetting to respond.

She... actually smiled at him.

In Qiao Yun's impression, although Nan Jun was protecting him, he had never smiled like this in front of him.

She looks so pretty when she smiles!

He even once thought that he was her burden, and that she should be blaming him for causing her to bear such a fate at such a young age.

"I...I...I..."

Being stared at by Nan Jun like that made Qiao Yun speechless for a while, only made Qiao Yun blushed a little, and said the word "I" tremblingly.

Nan Jun stood up suddenly, grabbed Qiao Yun's wrist, and pulled him towards the apse.

"I was in a hurry to go out before the court, and I didn't have time to eat, so the emperor invites me to have breakfast!"

"Okay...okay!"

Qiao Yun's eyes fell on the hand that was holding her, and she was never willing to move away.

She didn't use much force, but he couldn't help but follow her steps forward.

For some reason, being pulled by her like this, Qiao Yun only felt his heart beat faster, and an inexplicable feeling lingered in his heart, not even half unhappy, but also a little bit happy.

It wasn't the first time for the two of them to eat together, but this meal was the sweetest meal Qiao Yun had ever had.

She served him vegetables and soup with her own hands, prepared meals for him, deboned and picked thorns for him, and pampered him like never before.

"Sister... Regent, enough, enough, I... I can't eat anymore."

Always remembering her teachings, she never allowed herself to call her sister, nor allowed him to call himself "I".

Speaking of which, Qiao Yun was still a little afraid of Nan Jun.

That feeling of respect and fear made him worry about gains and losses all day long, and he was afraid that even Nan Jun would not want him anymore.

In this world, apart from the country left by the empress, he only has her.

Nan Jun put down the chopsticks in his hand and gently rubbed Qiao Yun's little head.

"In the future, when there are no outsiders, you can call me sister Yun! Yun'er..."

The cry of "Yun'er" made Qiao Yun's eyes turn red, and then he lay down in Nan Jun's arms and burst into tears.

Since the death of the first emperor, the empress and Li Shijun, he has never heard anyone call him that.

"sorry…"

Nan Jun said "I'm sorry" on behalf of the previous "Nan Jun". She shouldn't have treated him like this, and he is just a child who needs to be loved.

"It was my fault in the past. I shouldn't be so strict with Yun'er. I forgot that Yun'er is also a child who needs care."

"Don't be afraid, sister Yun will protect Yun'er well in the future, and guard the country of Lingguo for Yun'er."

"With me here, this world belongs to your Qiao family, and no one can take it away from Yun'er."

Nan Jun babbled a lot, and Qiao Yun, who cried so much that he almost passed out, heard a lot. In short, when he raised his head again, his face was less alienated and fearful, and more dependent.

"Sister Yu..."

"exist…"

"Sister Yu..."

"exist…"

"Sister Yu..."

"I am here…"

Qiao Yun called out tirelessly, and Nan Jun responded one by one, showing no trace of impatience on his face, and even more doting in his eyes.

The little man finally smiled through his tears, hugged Nanjun and refused to let go, showing the child's heart.

Yun'er, wherever you are in the future, I will be there to protect you!

Maybe he ate too much and was tired, but Qiao Yun just fell asleep in Nan Jun's arms.

Nan Jun picked up the child who had just reached his shoulders, and went straight back to Qianqing Palace.

After putting Ren'er on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Nan Jun got up and went outside the hall.

"Li Hanying."

"The old slave is here."

"Go and bring someone to bring the memorial here, remember to keep your voice soft, so as not to wake up the emperor."

"Yes."

Li Hanying was left to Qiao Yun by the late emperor, loyal and good at observing words and demeanor.

Although she was dissatisfied with Nan Jun's harshness to Qiao Yun before, she was helpless, after all, the only person the emperor could rely on in the court was the young regent.

Li Hanying always felt that she could see through some human nature when she was with the late emperor since she was a child, but she couldn't understand the Prince Regent at all.

But no matter what, seeing her carrying the sleeping emperor back to the Qianqing Palace, and watching her so caringly by the side, Li Hanying's worries also faded a lot.

Nan Jun reviewed the stack of tall memorials carefully, and the intricate relationship between courts and courts gave Nan Jun, who had the memories of several generations, a headache, which really made Qiao Yun embarrassing.

The dire situation in the imperial court naturally takes care of the common people's distress. Now that she is here, she can't just watch the common people in dire straits and remain indifferent.

Although she, Nanjun, came here wholeheartedly for Qiao Yun, she was not that cold-blooded monster, and she couldn't sit idly by and ignore the affairs of the common people.

The pen in his hand swiped quickly, and the piles of memorials moved from the right to the left.

Chapter end

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