Regardless of whether she is comfortable or uncomfortable, Mianmian is absolutely unwilling to express her dissatisfaction like Song Yuchen.

It's been like this since a long time ago.

is obviously a girl, but her patience is deeper than that of him and Song Yuchen.

Just like at this moment, she let Song Yuxun hold her wrist in the palm of her hand, her eyes calm and obedient, like a rabbit who is not afraid of only facing a butcher knife.

Song Yuxun kneaded very seriously.

From top to bottom, from fingertips to palms, everywhere thoughtful and extremely gentle.

If he gets rid of this bright yellow robe, he will sit in the field casually, and he will be a good husband who can covet the eyes of other women's eyes and love his wife.

Mianmian looked at him, and suddenly showed a soft smile, "Your Majesty is busy with official business, I know, I'm fine here, Your Majesty is worried." ”

Song Yuxun said "Hmm", skimmed over the words and didn't elaborate anymore, and changed his voice, "Mianmian, has your appetite not been good lately, I see that you are very thin, or is the food cooked in the imperial dining room not to your taste?" ”

Mianmian shook her head, and said softly in a gentle voice, "No, the imperial dining room is very good, and the three meals a day are made in a different way, which is very intimate." ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the window, tossing and turning against the window lattice.

The soft sound is lower than the sound of the wind, almost negligible.

But Song Yuxun listened carefully, so he also heard very clearly.

She lowered her eyes softly, and looked softly at her lower abdomen, which was wrapped in a wide palace dress, and could not see the slightest flat and undulating lower abdomen, and the corners of her calm eyes were also full of soft water.

She curled the corners of her lips and smiled as if she was sighing, "It's just that I'm not in good health, my blessings are thin, and my joy and harm are terrible, and the little prince has suffered with me." ”

It is true that, on the whole, the matter of bad happiness can be regarded as a matter that eighty percent of women have encountered throughout the ages, and it can be said to be a necessary way, and it is definitely someone's fault.

However, throughout the ages, the father is the son and the husband is the wife, whether it is before or after marriage, this truth has been firmly remembered by her.

More than ten years of accumulation have precipitated this so-called eternal truth into an indelible scar, buried deep in the heart, integrated into the bones and blood, and gradually become the same habit as eating and sleeping.

Hearing this, Song Yuxun smiled slightly, "How do you know that it must be a little prince, maybe a little princess." ”

The ancient precepts have been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, the way of a gentleman, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and the family and the world.

When the first emperor was in power, his heart and blood were crushed in the increasingly turbulent mountains and rivers, which can be said to be very dedicated, although his determination to die was not to move the heavens and the earth, but it was enough to make the listener cry.

I don't know what went wrong, the more diligent he is, the more turbulent the country becomes, and the effect is so counterproductive that the ministers are very afraid, and in the end they even hate to deal with all the state affairs for His Majesty.

Until the end of depression, the first emperor couldn't figure out whether it was because he was not a gentleman enough, or because he had cultivated his body crookedly, so he moved his whole body and affected a large number of people behind.

State affairs are not properly governed, and family affairs are also not fully handled.

In the life of the first emperor, he had almost no intention of the harem, and the concubines were all the bitter words of those ministers, and they couldn't wait to be reluctantly included in the harem after three meals a day.

There are not many wives and concubines, and the heirs are even more scarce and pitiful.

In addition to Song Yuchen and Song Yuxun, the half-sons, there are only two daughters.

The eldest princess has a cold and hard temper, does not like red clothes and loves military clothes, and when she was at war with Tubo in the early years, she took the initiative to ask for a horse leather shroud, and never came back.

The little princess is like a delicate hibiscus flower, but unfortunately her body is very weak, and she can only grow to eleven years old.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and the first emperor's originally slightly mottled sideburns turned half white overnight.

The other half, he left for the later wars.

The more you lose, the more you fight, the more you lose.

So now there are only the young Son of Heaven in his twenties and His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

All the luck of the Song family, together with the splendid rivers and mountains that have been passed down from generation to generation, are firmly tied to the necks of the two of them, and they are crumbling through a throat bead, and they will fall at any time.

For the royal family, this is a family misfortune.

For Li Min Cangsheng, this is a line that everyone knows but can't touch or mention clearly.

Everyone thinks that the lifeline of the royal family is so meager that it may endanger the world, so the scramble to give birth to a son for a while has become an unwritten trend, lest the little noble bloodline of the family will be coldly cut off.

It is said to be worried, but in fact it is mockery.

The mocker secretly sneered in private, using this open secret as an after-dinner joke.

The ridiculed person remained unmoved, guarding a large hall, with red eyes until dawn.

At this moment, this topic, which has always been avoided by ordinary people like a snake and scorpion, was so lightly picked up by His Majesty the New Emperor, but he didn't seem to feel anything inappropriate, and his smile was still very gentle.

Mianmian's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't show the slightest surprise, just took the corner of her lips and looked over.

Song Yu looked at the woman in front of him, as if he had seen another person more than ten years ago.

The same thinness, the same thinness, the same gentleness and good-looking smile, like the first jasmine flower that blooms in the spring.

"Princess, too."

Mianmian smiled, "Your Majesty likes the princess?" ”

"As long as it makes you less hard, I like it."

Song Yuxun gently brushed away the strands of broken hair that were hanging on her forehead.

He explained softly, "Don't think so much, there are imperial doctors, they will take care of the children, you just need to be obedient and take care of yourself." ”

After a pause, he seemed to suddenly notice the gradual stiffness of his tone, so he took a silent breath and smiled a slightly apologetic smile.

"From tomorrow onwards, I will come to Qiwu Palace every morning to have breakfast with you, is that okay?"

Mianmian skillfully converged the fleeting ripple in his eyebrows, and quickly lowered his eyelashes.

There was a candle flame next to the couch that was getting darker and darker, and suddenly jumped up with a "pop", and then it was half-dead and extinguished.

The sun had risen very high, the candle flame had burned to the end, and the elaborate dragon and phoenix shape had long since ceased to exist, turning into blood-red candle tears, hanging dripping on the candlestick in the shape of a golden lotus.

A plump wax droplet, tilting its head to hook the lotus stamen.