Finally, at Qing'er's strong request, Zhao Wujiang touched it.

The curvature of the touch is not small, and it feels slightly full. The important thing is that it feels full of vitality. After a while, it will grow up and be as ripe as a peach.

"How is it?" Qing'er's pretty face had a hint of shyness and a hint of eagerness to know the answer.

After she had sex with Zhao Wujiang, she occasionally communicated with the sisters in the palace, such as Yu'er Ping'er, Xue'er Yan'er, and so on. Those sisters all said that men are lustful and they all like things that look plump.

But when she thought about her flat ass and flat breasts, Qing'er felt a little angry and inferior.

But during this period of time, she could feel that she was slowly blooming, and the words "upright and plump" were slowly reflected in her body.

She originally wanted to go and see Zhao Wujiang, but Zhao Wujiang was never in the palace.

We can look forward to the future... Zhao Wujiang nodded and commented seriously:

"It's a bit plain, but it should be delicious."

"Hmph." Qing'er clapped her little hands together behind her back and hummed softly, but the corners of her mouth raised a faint arc, and she felt a little excited in her heart.

She said softly:

"Then do you want to try it?"

"I don't want to." Zhao Wujiang naturally knew the girl's intention and joked:

“It’s too plain to be popular.”

"You!" Qing'er was embarrassed and resentful. She stamped her feet fiercely and kept bumping into Zhao Wujiang with her beautiful shoulders, as if she was going to kill Zhao Wujiang today.

Zhao Wujiang's martial arts cultivation was tyrannical, and he had the indestructible Vajra in his body, so his body was very hard. He was afraid that the girl would be hurt without knowing the severity, so he kept dodging.

The two were quarreling in the snow on the palace road, and Qing'er scolded her from time to time.

After a while, Qing'er became tired. There were patches of white snow on her cloak, and even on her hair.

Zhao Wujiang patiently stroked the snowflakes away for her and asked gently:

"My queen and you are both in good moods lately. Is there any happy event for the Dugu family?"

Qing'er's pretty face turned red and became more and more lovely. She shook her head:

"That's not true, I'm happy because my wife is happy.

The empress is happy because the emperor came two days ago."

"Oh?" Zhao Wujiang was confused.

"Humph, I can tell you, but you are not allowed to tell anyone." Qing'er's pretty face came close, and she stood on tiptoes and whispered in Zhao Wujiang's ear:

"The emperor told the empress that if the child in her belly is a boy, the emperor will make her a prince."

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly:

"anything else?"

"And..." Qing'er suddenly put her toes on her toes, and kissed Zhao Wujiang's cheek with her pink lips. She cooed:

"and this."

Zhao Wujiang pretended to be confused:

"The emperor kissed your empress?"

"No!" Qing'er stamped her feet, thinking that Zhao Wujiang was a fool, so she pouted:

"The emperor only said those words, and the empress was happy.

I just wanted to kiss you later, stupid."

Zhao Wujiang took Qing'er's slender waist, kissed her gently on the forehead, and said with a smile:

"Aren't you afraid that other people in the palace will look at you if you are so bold?"

"Just watch." Qing'er smiled like a flower, with a hint of shyness:

"You are General Manager Zhao, aren't you very majestic?"

"Okay. I'm going back." Zhao Wujiang let go of his hand and raised the two food boxes in his hand.

Qing'er raised her head slightly, reluctantly, and muttered:

"All right..."

Zhao Wujiang turned around and left, his smile unchanged, but it faded a bit in the wind and snow.

The food box in his hand was not heavy, but his heart sank.

Xuanyuan Jing has always believed that bloodline orthodoxy is the key, and the person who ascends the throne in the future must be the bloodline of the Xuanyuan family of Daxia.

The reason why he tolerated Dugu Mingyue's heir was entirely because of the weight of Zhao Wujiang in Xuanyuan Jing's heart.

But under normal circumstances, Xuanyuan Jing would never have told Dugu Mingyue that if he was a boy, he would be crown prince.
Chapter completed!