In this life, I will only show your face, linger for you, give birth for you, and tie you up.

King Fu stopped Wanruo's idea, which was very happy, but although he had a candidate in his heart, he still couldn't be sure that it was him, so he had to test it with a game of chess.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, the door opened, and I saw Chunhong walking in with a plate.

Chunhong first saluted King Fu and Wanruo, and then walked straight to Wanruo; "Princess; This is a hawthorn that the slave maid just bought for you from the street, and I heard that the seller had just plucked it from the tree. ”

Chunhong put the plate in his hand on the table in front of him, a delicate white small fruit bowl, the fruit bowl contains a plate of crystal clear hawthorn, each hawthorn is so full and ruddy, red dazzling, red shiny, the red bright fruit is particularly attractive, making people look at it and have a feeling of drooling down three thousand feet.

As if looking at the hawthorn, a small hand suddenly came out of her stomach and wanted to run out of her mouth and scratch a few hard, she picked up a hawthorn and bit it hard; "Spring Red; There's nothing to do here, so you can get out first. ”

Chunhong answered, then walked out the door and closed the door with her hand.

Murong saw that it was so delicious, but he couldn't help but be greedy, he also grabbed a hawthorn and took a bite, but he was so sour that he almost shed tears, and he spit it out when he was busy eating, and easily put the half of the hawthorn on the ground.

As if he was still eating with relish, it seemed that this hawthorn was not sour at all; "Like; Don't you think this hawthorn is so sour? King Fu was a little curious, looking at the appearance of eating.

As if smiling slightly, he said; "I don't feel sour," he said, taking a hard bite of the hawthorn he had just picked up.

Murong Yichuan looked at her like this and began to wonder if she loved to eat sour, in the past, when she was pregnant with Xue'er, she also loved to eat sour, could it be that she was pregnant?

Murong Yichuan's eyes lit up, and he grabbed one of Wanruo's hands; "Like; Do you have it? Murong Yichuan's face was bright.

"What do I have?" It's like asking knowingly, but there is that kind of little woman's happiness blooming between her eyebrows.

"Like; Are you pregnant? Isn't it? Murong Yichuan looked excited, but looked at the smiling woman in front of him with anticipation.

As if shyly nodded, it was a kind of youthful girl's charm.

Needless to say, it is a tacit acquiescence, but Murong Yichuan's heart has reached the peak of happiness, she is finally pregnant again, she is going to have a son, and finally the Empress Dowager Xiao will not take the childless heir to ask herself to take a side room, they finally have the crystallization of love, it is undeniable that Bad Xue'er is completely an accident, because they have not loved each other at that time, but when they were pregnant with their second child, although their love had begun to sprout, but after all, it was a past that neither of them wanted to look back, and the seed that had just been conceived had long since disappeared, then don't mention it, don't mention it.

"Like; I have a son, I have a son, it's so good, it's so good," Murong Yichuan couldn't hide his excitement and hugged Wanruo into his arms and kissed her fiercely, but he hugged her very tightly.

It was as if desperately trying to break free from his fiery kiss; However, he couldn't break free from his embrace, because he hugged him too tightly, but he felt that his breathing was not so smooth; "If you let me go, I'm going to be out of breath." As if he was a little annoyed, he would use his powder fist and slam Murong Yichuan's broad chest.

Murong Yichuan immediately realized that yes, she was pregnant now, and she couldn't be so her, so he hurriedly let her go, but said with a ashamed face; "I'm sorry, I was so happy just now, so-"

"You're so happy now, how do you explain that night, you almost broke my bones, you're embarrassed to say." As if looking at this man with a smile full of complaints, Murong Yichuan at this moment is no longer a domineering Fu King who calls the wind and rain, but an ordinary man who can't hear that his wife is pregnant, but that kind of joy cannot be concealed, and it is displayed at a glance. It seems that the favorite is the current Murong Yichuan, without a bit of domineering and shelf, very ordinary, and the ordinary self can be touched anytime and anywhere.

Thinking of the events of that night, King Fu was absolutely guilty; "Didn't I say something about the day of my humility, and I would never have done it in the future, if I had known that you had it, I would never have done that, how long have I known?"

Murong Yichuan unconsciously remembered a few months ago, when she seemed to be happy to tell herself a good news, but she was ruthlessly pushed away because of other women, which caused her to almost lose her life.

It's like a way; "Actually, I know that there are not many days, I want to sue you for coming here, but I haven't found the opportunity, I originally planned to sue you on the eve of your trip to South Vietnam, but I still didn't reach that time, I don't know why I have been having nightmares since I knew that I was pregnant, dreaming that my child was suddenly gone." At this point, a cloud was cast over his face.

"Don't be afraid, the dream is the opposite, our child will be fine, people say that pregnant women don't think too much, you should calmly raise the baby, don't think about the things about your memory, it's all my fault, recently because there are too many affairs between the DPRK and China, so I ignored your concern, don't blame me." Murong Yichuan stroked Wanruo's cheek distressedly as he spoke.

As if he did have a grudge against him, every time he woke up from a nightmare, he hoped to be comforted by him, but he had been sleeping so heavily recently, and he woke up and saw that he was sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake him up, as if he knew that the emperor had been sick recently, and all the affairs of Qiē fell on his shoulders alone, he must be very tired, so why did he always let him worry about himself, she wanted to be good, don't let him always worry about himself, although he was so rude to himself that night, but he slowly stopped resenting him at night, He must have encountered something unpleasant, and wanted to vent and swim, he was the closest person to him, and he didn't tolerate him, who would tolerate him? If you don't love a person in your bones, how can you be so tolerant? Unconsciously seemed to have fallen in love with Murong Yichuan to the devil, and a love bone was only warm for him.

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