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All this should not have harmed the child, but Baili Guyan knew that Zongzheng Shaoqing was just using this reason to excuse her. Even if she doesn't want to have an abortion, the child may not be born safely.

"You're right." Baili Lonely Smoke should be inherited, "I should eat and drink well, so as to be worthy of this child he gave me!" ”

Zong Zheng Shaoqing couldn't help but be a little curious, who was the man she hated and the man who made her pregnant.

Baili Guyan hates Zongzheng Zhaoyan like that, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with him again in this life, so naturally he won't mention his name to Zongzheng Shaoqing.

Probably because of the long-distance travel, Baili Guyan's lower abdomen was in sharp pain, and his face turned pale.

Her head was slightly lowered, and she endured it in pain, refusing to speak.

Zongzheng Shaoqing is a careful person, and he noticed her abnormality at a glance, and a big palm suddenly stretched out and carefully attached it to her lower abdomen. With a slight force on his hand, he pressed down on her lower abdomen, and his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting the child in her womb.

Baili Guyan's expression was shocked, and his whole body froze.

She clearly felt that a warm current was slowly pouring into her lower abdomen, soothing her discomfort.

"Your Highness, you don't have to consume your internal strength for my ......".

Before she finished speaking, Zong Zheng Shaoqing ordered in a deep voice: "Rest well, don't talk." ”

"Hmm." Baili Lonely Smoke had to accept it silently.

Bingyi and Sang Yue rode side by side, she saw that Sang Yue's eyes had been staring directly at Zong Zheng Shaoqing and Baili Guyan, and she couldn't help but deliberately surprise and exclaimed: "Hey, how can His Highness the Ninth ...... his hand?"

When Sang Yue heard this, she followed her line of sight and saw that Zong Zheng Shaoqing's left hand was always attached to Baili Guyan's lower abdomen, and the two of them sometimes exchanged heads and ears, and their expressions were very intimate.

She couldn't help frowning, and the jealousy in her eyes almost turned into blood and poured out.

Bingyi couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Miss Sang Yue is from the desert, right?" How did you think that you would follow His Highness to the capital? I've heard that the desert is much warmer than the capital, the sky is much bluer, and the air is much fresher—"

Sang Yue was silent.

Bingyi said again: "Desert girls like rough men, do you like them too?" ”

Sang Yue was still silent.

Bingyi tugged at the corners of her lips, "People say that the girl in the desert has a heroic temperament, you are so awkward, according to me, except for her appearance, she doesn't look like a desert person anywhere." ”

Sang Yue finally turned his head sideways and glanced at her coldly: "Because of His Royal Highness the Nine, I only like His Highness the Nine." ”

"Huh?" Bingyi was slightly stunned, and then she reacted, she answered her first two questions.

"Then how did you get to know His Highness the Nine? How did she give birth to Ling'er? "Bingyi has been curious for a long time. The Nine Emperor Princes, the handsome and dashing Nine Emperor Princes, and the Nine Emperor Princes who are loved by many women in the capital, had a two-year-old son overnight, and many people want to ask the origin of this son, right?

A trace of unnaturalness flashed on Sang Yue's face, but he still looked like he didn't want to answer.

Bingyi hurriedly guessed: "Isn't Ling'er your son?" Or is Ling'er not the son of His Royal Highness the Nine? ”

Sang Yue sat up straight, suddenly sped up his horse's speed, and looked back at Bingyi coldly: "Yes!" Ling'er is our son! It's our own son! ”

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