Chapter 839 The Emperor's Red Envelope

"I'm also one hundred. One hundred taels of silver is not as good as your hundred copper coins?"

"..." Zhao Yuanjing was speechless.

He turned around to touch the pillows of Qian'er and the toddler.

The two of them were still young and didn't sleep on pillows, but a small blanket was placed under their heads, and there was indeed a bank note under the blanket.

"Put it back quickly," Yun Dai hurriedly stuffed the silver bills back under the pillow for them, "Tonight is New Year's Eve, if there is no lucky money, the children will have nightmares."

Zhao Yuanjing said: "This is the first time in my life that I have seen someone take silver notes as lucky money for children."

"That's because the emperor has little knowledge." Yun Dai smiled and stretched out her hand, "Bring it here."

"Um?"

"Where's the concubine's lucky money?" Yun Dai opened her round lychee eyes, "Isn't the emperor unprepared?"

"The lucky money...isn't the elders giving it to the younger?" Zhao Yuanjing was dumbfounded.

"A red envelope for Chinese New Year."

"This one does exist." Zhao Yuanjing immediately took out a small red envelope from his cuff, put it in her palm, and looked at her expectantly.

The little red envelope is so light, it cannot be gold or silver.

Is it also a bank note?

Yun Dai opened the red envelope full of anticipation, and a piece of paper fell out of it.

At first glance, it is not a bank note.

She glanced at Zhao Yuanjing, picked up the paper, and found that the word "Fu" was written on it.

This is... what the hell?

She held it up: "This is the red envelope given by the emperor?"

"That's right." Zhao Yuanjing didn't notice her strange expression at all, and was quite proud, "Only this letter for you was written by Zhen himself, and the others were ghostwritten by Liu Dequan and Xu Hu."

"Other? Did you give this back to someone else?"

"Yes, one for everyone."

"... Oh." Yun Dai put down the word "Fu", told the nurses to take good care of the children, and then turned and went back to the house.

Zhao Yuanjing followed, looked at her face, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"Happy."

"I don't think so."

"What the emperor says is what it is."

"..." Zhao Yuanjing took her arm and pulled her into his arms, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you say that you don't hide anything? If you are unhappy, you have to explain why."

"For those who celebrate the new year, you can give a lucky word... It's still the same as others."

"So it's for this?" Zhao Yuanjing smiled, "This is the tradition of the royal family. As the emperor, you have to give red envelopes to your courtiers. In the past, my father wrote it by himself. I am too lazy to write one, so I just wrote one for you." , Let Liu Dequan and the others write all others. Are you still angry about such a trivial matter?"

"Do you want to send it to the courtiers?"

"That's right."

"It turned out that the emperors were stingy and refused to give money, so I wrote a word. Haha." Yun Dai became happy.

Zhao Yuanjing: "..."

Although he was just following tradition, at first... probably because of this reason.

The emperor's family didn't have any surplus food either.

Yun Dai returned to the bedroom, took out a delicate bright yellow purse, and said, "This is my New Year's gift to the emperor."

Zhao Yuanjing was overjoyed, took the purse and looked it over and over for a while, and found that the embroidery and characters on the purse were still very delicate.

"Who embroidered it for you?"

"What, I embroidered it myself."

"When did the embroidery work get so good?"

"Practice it. Is this kind of thing difficult? Practice makes perfect, and it will get better and better." Yun Dai was extremely proud, "Come on, I'll replace the old one for you."