When everyone else retreated, Xue Ke asked thoughtfully, "Your Highness, are you tired today!" "Pretending to be sick during the day, discussing matters at night, and not going out, although not moving, but more tired than running around. Xue Ke felt this deeply.

The prince originally wanted to ignore her, but he subconsciously took the teacup she handed over, and asked casually, "I see that you still drank some tea tonight, beware of sleeping at night, you can't sleep well, let Xing'er bring you some ginseng soup." ”

"Don't!" Xue Ke shook her head hurriedly, she was most afraid of the taste of ginseng soup, like drinking medicine.

"Your Highness, the pheasant cubs stewed with red ginseng in the small kitchen are the most nourishing for qi and blood, and there is no medicinal taste, do you want to have some?" Xing'er was busy on the side.

"Don't drink it!" As soon as Xue Ke finished speaking, he remembered that it was Lu Xin who sent the pheasant cubs in the morning, and the prince personally ordered the stewed soup, and when he saw the prince's unkind eyes, he hurriedly changed his words, "How can you be worthy of His Highness's wishes if you don't drink it?" Drink what you want to drink! Xing'er, come over with two bowls, and I will serve His Highness soup. ”

"Hey!" Xing'er agreed to simply retreat with a smile.

The prince's face softened slightly. He lies between the beds every day and can't move, but in order to cope with the imperial doctor sent by the palace, he still takes supplements every day, and the whole person is very angry, and the little flying vinegar just now makes the evil fire in his heart more vigorous.

When Xing'er served the soup, she thoughtfully extinguished two more candles in the hall.

Xue Ke cleaned his hands, took a bowl of soup, and tore the chicken thighs with his hands, tearing them into strips and putting them on the plate on the side.

The prince has been pampered since he was a child, and then after the battlefield battle, he is quite particular about eating and leisure, and he can be busy when he is busy. At this time, it was rare to be busy, leaning on the collapse and looking at Xue Ke's slender jade fingers, flying little by little, indescribably comfortable.

Xue Ke wiped his hands, picked up the chicken thigh meat with chopsticks, dipped it in some sauce, fed it to the prince's mouth, and said angrily, "Master, come, open your mouth!" ”

"No way!" The prince pushed her hand away with disgust, "This expression, this tone, the master has no appetite." ”

Xue Ke took a deep breath, changed his sweet and greasy smile, and handed it to the prince's mouth, deliberately softening his tone, "Master, is it okay to reward the concubine with a little decency?" ”

"Hmm!" The prince's heart was very useful, his face was still tense, he opened his mouth to bite the chicken thigh meat handed over by Xue Ke, and said, "Feed the master and drink some soup." ”

Xue Ke served the soup good-naturedly, and handed the spoon to the prince's mouth.

The prince shook his head: "You feed me." ”

"Isn't that feeding you?" Xue Ke was still smiling like a flower, but the prince already felt that she was about to have a seizure, and still continued to challenge without fear of death, "Don't feed like this, feed like that." ”

Xue Ke snorted and put the bowl on the table. As soon as he turned around, he was pulled back by the prince, and as soon as he wanted to speak, he was kissed by the prince. The soup crossed from the prince's lips to her lips and teeth. Feeling her swallow, the prince let go of her.

He smiled harmlessly and asked, "Is it okay to feed you?" Either you drink it yourself, or you will continue to serve you. ”

Xue Ke glanced at him, sighed, sat down honestly, and drank a bowl of soup under the gaze of the prince. The prince sandwiched some chicken for her, watched her eat it, and then slowly drank the bowl of soup in front of him, and snorted, "Count Lu Laoba and still have a little conscience." Does it taste good? What do you want to drink tomorrow? ”

"Qiu Niang only wants to make up for her body now, what should I make up?" Thinking of Su Qiuniang's increasingly obvious belly, the corners of Xue Ke's mouth couldn't help but soften.

The prince looked at her expression, remembering Xue Ke's last time when he pretended to be pregnant, and his heart was a little sour, "Tangtang, if this time passes, will you give me a baby?" ”

Xue Ke lowered his head, and the spoon made a crisp sound in the empty bowl, which seemed louder in the silent hall. knocked on the prince's heart one after another.

"You don't want to?" The prince couldn't help but ask.

"It's not." Xue Ke said in a muffled voice.

"Would you like to?" The prince pressed her hand to stop her from continuing to make a shrill sound, and looked at her seriously and asked.

"The Imperial Doctor said that my son had some difficulties." Xue Ke said with difficulty. It's not that she doesn't care, but it's a big matter, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great, it is impossible for any man in this world not to care about his heirs, not to mention, he is the prince of the East Palace!

Her own body knows it herself. In the past few years, I have been exhausted and worried, and my health has been even worse in the past two years. After the Furong turmoil, she often did not have her menstrual period for several months, and she was too lazy to take medicine. Where can I take care of my body now?

As for the future, she didn't bother to think about it. She knows what kind of character she is, what kind of character the prince is.

was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his body was suspended in the air and he was picked up by the prince.

In his ear was his low voice, "It doesn't matter, Ye Nu will make you pregnant." ”

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