Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er entered the house.

There are two heaters in the house, placed at two corners, blowing hot air into the house.

Dugu Mingyue is wearing a large jade white palace dress, still graceful, luxurious, bright and moving, but with a little more maternal kindness.

She was sitting on a wooden chair, slowly pushing a small stone roller to grind plum blossoms.

Her belly had swelled and become fuller. When she saw Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er, two of her most trusted people, arriving, she stopped the grinding wheel in her hand, wiped the small sweat stains on her forehead, and smiled:

"Master Zhao, you are here at the right time. Yesterday, the Imperial Palace prepared some tangerine and plum blossom cakes. They have been wrapped and ready for Qing'er to deliver them to you."

Qing'er put down the small bamboo basket, picked up the food box on the table beside him, handed it to Zhao Wujiang, patted his growing little chest, and raised his head slightly:

"Hey, I picked the plum blossoms myself."

"Thank you, dearest lady, thank you sister Qing'er."

Zhao Wujiang took the food box, and the warmth in the room surged, and the atmosphere became peaceful and close. He could feel that Dugu Mingyue was in a really good mood, and there was no trace of depression during pregnancy. It must have been some happy event recently.

"Mother, do you have enough medicinal materials? Or are you experiencing any discomfort recently?" He asked with a gentle smile.

Dugu Mingyue has a gentle demeanor. During these days, her decoctions and meals have been carefully arranged, and she cannot do any large-scale exercise, which has resulted in her body being a little rounder than before.

She knew that this was a normal state for a woman after pregnancy, but every time she thought about it, she inevitably felt a little disappointed.

After all, which beauty doesn’t want to have a perfect figure?

"Everything is fine..." Dugu Mingyue smiled gently:

"But I would still like to ask Mr. Zhao to diagnose me. Mr. Zhao has superb medical skills and can see many things that I can't notice."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, put down the food box, moved the small stone grinder, and sat next to Dugu Mingyue. He gently pinched Dugu Mingyue's wrist and felt the pulse carefully.

The pulse beats rhythmically, like a heartbeat.

Compared with his previous feelings, Zhao Wujiang could clearly feel the breath of the child in Dugu Mingyue's belly this time.

He couldn't help but laugh. After confirming that there was no problem, he leaned forward slightly and placed his ear on Dugu Mingyue's belly, listening carefully to the sound that sounded like the universe.

Dugu Mingyue's smile became softer and softer. Zhao Wujiang was someone close to her and a doctor. She didn't feel at all inappropriate about overstepping the rules.

Qing'er took a piece of crystal clear orange and plum blossom cake from nowhere and ate it in small bites, her big and smart eyes curved into crescents, her pretty face looked full of satisfaction and happiness.

"Huh?" Dugu Mingyue suddenly exclaimed. She just felt the fetal movement in her belly, and her expression was surprised and happy.

Zhao Wujiang also heard the noise, his eyebrows became gentler, and he explained with a smile:

"Normal fetal movements."

Dugu Mingyue already smiled like a flower, and her eyes were filled with loving light.

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When leaving Qifeng Palace, Qing'er came specially to see her off.

She had bright eyes and white teeth, and she followed Zhao Wujiang lively and cheerfully, chirping like an oriole, sharing little anecdotes of recent times, or looking resentful, pouting her little mouth and constantly bumping into Zhao Wujiang with her shoulder.

The two of them walked slowly along the official road. Qing'er seemed to have endless questions and wanted to get Zhao Wujiang's answers.

But Zhao Wujiang just smiled gently and didn't answer, nor did he feel noisy.

"Zhao Wujiang, haven't you noticed that there is something different about me?" Qing'er put her little hands on her back, tiptoeing like a shy girl, and deliberately straightened out her small breasts, which were not considered majestic.

Zhao Wujiang was thoughtful and naturally knew what Qing'er was talking about. He raised his eyebrows lightly and said with a smile:

"How do you know if you don't touch it? Come on, let me touch it."

"Humph." Qing'er turned around lightly and said:

"Don't touch me."

"Then don't touch it." Zhao Wujiang held two food boxes in his hand, one was his, and the other was Xuanyuan Jing's, which was still his.

Seeing that Zhao Wujiang was not looking at her, Qing'er pouted, put her hands on her hips, straightened out her small chest, and muttered:

"You touch."

"Don't touch."

"You touch it."

"I won't touch."
Chapter completed!