Chapter 52: The Old Silver Spear

The prince, the prince, the concubine must be a prince, Yuan Mingxuan thought in his heart, and couldn't help but be happy.

"Ai Concubine, the imperial doctor said that you are pregnant with the prince." Yuan Mingxuan opened the curtain at this time, sat on the Luohan bed, and said to Ning Feixue happily.

"Congratulations to the Emperor." Ning Feixue barely showed a smile, but it was very pale.

"Why is Concubine Ai's face so ugly, is there something uncomfortable?" Yuan Mingxuan only regarded Ning Feixue's pale and weak smile as if she was unwell, and didn't think much about it. Then, Yuan Mingxuan said to the palace people who were waiting in the palace. "During this time, you must serve Concubine Ai well, if Concubine Ai has any mistakes, I will ask for you."

"Yes." The palace people knelt down.

Of all Yuan Mingxuan's words, only the word "missing" entered Ning Feixue's ears. Yes, she is just pregnant with Yuan Mingxuan's child, whether this child can be born or not is another matter. Seeing that Yuan Mingxuan is so nervous, it can be imagined how much he attaches importance to the child in her belly. Ning Feixue suddenly thought of something, and a cold light flashed under her eyes. Since it has become a fact that no one can change the conception of a child, why not take advantage of this child......

Yuan Mingxuan was still excited, and he didn't notice Ning Feixue's abnormality.

The night, a little deeper, is silent, but it is an undercurrent surging.

The night was long, and the sky was still around midnight, and it gradually became brighter.

East Park.

On this day, Ning Sichen and Shu Qingyue both got up early, Ning Sichen came out of the room first, and then, Shu Qingyue also opened the door and walked out.

In the morning of early winter, there is no fresh air in spring, no brilliant summer, no coolness in autumn, the biggest feature of this season is cold, especially in the early morning, the howling cold wind makes people feel cold.

A gust of wind hit, and Shu Qingyue couldn't help but shiver.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Ning Sichen walked towards Shu Qingyue. After a sleep, her complexion was much better than last night, she was not sick, and he calmed down.

"Didn't General Ning get up early in the morning?" Shu Qingyue said energetically. Because of her cold physique, she actually doesn't like winter very much, however, this winter, because there is a person's storage zĂ i, it seems to have become a little different.

"I'm going to get up and practice my gun." Ning Sichen said.

"Can I watch from the sidelines?" Shu Qingyue said.

"Miss Shu is casual." He said.

Then, Ning Sichen entered the study. In order to make room for Shu Qingyue to live in, he moved all the weapons that were originally placed in the weapons room to the study. When Ning Sichen came out of the study, he had a spear in his hand.

Shu Qingyue went to Ning Sichen's study once, and she remembered two things very clearly in the study, one was an old silver gun placed in the center of the weapon shelf, and the other was the wooden box on the shelf.

Looking at the spear that Ning Sichen was holding in his hand at the moment, although the spear head was also made of sterling silver, it was relatively new, and it was not the old silver gun that Shu Qingyue cared about.

"Who is that old silver spear in General Ning's study?" Shu Qingyue asked.

When Ning Sichen heard Shu Qingyue's question, his expression couldn't help but change, and it became extremely complicated, as if there were many stories that had happened around that old silver gun.

As Shu Qingyue expected, the old gun was not owned by Ning Sichen. Its owner...... Ning Sichen looked at Shu Qingyue, and he didn't know where to start with some words. Speaking of which, she is also inextricably linked with the owner of the old gun.

Shu Qingyue also looked at Ning Sichen, and she waited for his words later.

"It's a long story, I'll sue you if I have the chance in the future." In the end, Ning Sichen still didn't say anything about the origin of the old gun.

One day, she will know everything, but not now.