The door slowly opened, and a beautiful woman walked in, with several little girls behind her, each holding a tray in her hand, and the tray was filled with fragrant food. Great literature

The shadow of the lamp held their shadows for a long time, Murong Yichuan and Wanru sat side by side, quietly looking at the group of people who came over, especially the woman who was the leader, I saw that the woman was about thirty years old, dressed in gorgeous colorful clothes, combed with a cloud bun, and a few very simple and simple headdresses were a little melancholy.

"The concubine sees the prince, and the princess." The woman bowed slowly, and the maid with the tray behind her also knelt down with the woman.

As if looking at a beautiful woman, she already knew the identity of the other party, and said with a smile; "Mrs. Zhou, hurry up and excuse yourself," and then she said to the maid behind her, you should also be exempt from courtesy. Mrs. Zhou and the maids hurriedly stood up slowly, Mrs. Zhou stood in place, while the other girls were busy placing the food on the tray on the table of the Eight Immortals in front of King Fu and Wanruo.

"Mrs. Zhou; General Zhou is out on the expedition, and Chitose is in your mansion again, so Mrs. bothered. He stood up with a smile, and then pulled Mrs. Zhou to sit on the chair beside her. Great literature

Mrs. Zhou listened to Wanruo as if she was so sincere and sincere to herself, and her attitude was so affinity, she couldn't help but look at Wanruo, although she saw Wanruo described haggard, but it was almost the same as she imagined, because her husband Zhou Dawei had mentioned Wanruo in front of her before, so Mrs. Zhou Chu Qianqian had already heard of Wanruo.

Mrs. Zhou smiled embarrassedly and said; "The princess is too polite, if there is no Niangniang and the prince, our general may not know where he is going for a long time, then there will be no concubines today, and it is the blessing of the concubines to be able to serve Chitose and Niangniang." Mrs. Zhou's face was gentle.

There was still a smile on her face; "In fact, every qiē is just the general's creation, Madame is so knowledgeable, and it is really his blessing that the general has Madame's virtuous help." As if praising from the bottom of her heart, she looked at Mrs. Zhou's gentleness and decency, and at first glance, she felt that she wanted to be close to each other. It's like seeing that Mrs. Zhou is gentle and delicate, but thinking about Zhou Dawei is rough and bold, but he also has a delicate side, so the appearance of these two people standing together appeared in front of her eyes, one is a reckless hero, the other is a tender woman, and they are also a good match when combined.

Mrs. Zhou was a little embarrassed by such a boast, and hurriedly lowered her head; "Niangniang praised falsely, the concubine has heard for a long time that Niangniang's piano skills are superb, and she is friendly, and she is really worthy of her name when she sees it today, and it is the creation of the concubine to be able to meet Niangniang. "Mrs. Zhou is obviously a little flattering, but it doesn't seem like complete flattery.

King Fu saw that Mrs. Zhou and Wan Ruo were talking lively, but when she saw that the maid had already put the food on the table, she deliberately coughed, Mrs. Zhou was a person who was destroyed, of course she heard what King Fu meant, Mrs. Zhou hurriedly stood up slowly; "Chitose, Niangniang, the concubine will not disturb your meal, and the concubine will retire."

"Mrs. Zhou; I'll send you. She also got up and sent Mrs. Zhou out of the door, and then turned back.

It was as if she saw that the table was full of sumptuous dishes, but she didn't have a little appetite at this time, so she went back to her original place, next to Murong Yichuan.

There were several maids standing aside, mainly responsible for serving King Fu and Wanruo, Murong Yichuan waved at them and ordered; "Go down, all of you." "Yes," the maids hurriedly walked out of the room, and now the room was full of each other.

Murong Yichuan personally handed a pair of ivory chopsticks to Wanruo's hand, as if he took the chopsticks, but when he saw a table of food, he only shook his head.

"Ikawa; Eat it yourself, I really don't have an appetite. It's as if looking at the food with a sad face.

Murong Yichuan brought a bowl of bird's nest soup to Wanruo; Then put a soup spoon in it; "You drink this soup first." The shadow of the lamp was reflected in the soup, as if shaking his head unconsciously; "I really can't drink it, I can eat when I'm hungry, don't embarrass me, you can eat by yourself, I like to watch you eat." As if busy, the bird's nest soup was pushed aside.

"You can't have sex like before now, even if you're not hungry, you have to think about the child, no, you can't be willful, or I'll feed you." As if she likes to hear Murong Yichuan say that she is willful, she feels that this is a kind of pity for herself, this kind of pity is not only between husband and wife, it is a bit like a brother spoiling his sister, and like a father spoiling his little daughter who will never grow up, as if she has been missing that kind of family affection, so she longs to be satisfied from Murong Yichuan, so she likes to be doted on by him as a child. Murong Yichuan picked up the bowl as he spoke, and then made a spoonful of soup and sent it to Wanruo's mouth, as if he felt that it was not good for him to continue to insist like this, and he couldn't delay him from eating, "It's better for me to come by myself," as if a mouthful of soup was then sent into her mouth.

It was as if he wanted to take the bowl and drink it himself, but King Fu might as well live it, "If you are willful, I will be angry." Murong Yichuan said and put the soup into Wanruo's mouth again.

It was as if she had barely drunk a bowl of bird's nest soup, but she felt that she wanted to overflow, she turned her head to the side, ready to vomit at any time, Murong Yichuan saw that Wanruo couldn't eat anymore and was not reluctant, so he went to eat by himself.

I don't know why my reaction is so bad, it's been about three months, but she still vomits at every turn, her own digestion is not very good, and she often vomits, so she looks particularly haggard.

After a long time, as if the urge to vomit slowly dissipated, she turned her head back, and watched Murong Yichuan dine quietly, with a shallow smile on her face, this moment seemed to be a few months ago, when they were not separated, although they were in a different place, but they could be together It was better than a qiē.

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