Jian Mucheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yi Huaisha, smiled meaningfully, and responded in a low voice: "Okay... but you should also take good care of your Jimo, don't let him spoil my good deeds!"

The candles in Yilan Hall were not extinguished, and the charcoal in the brazier crackled. Jian Yao looked at the night sky through the layers of bead curtains, and couldn't help but touch his soft belly with his hands. The petals in his memory were just like this.

In the cold night, with sadness and sighs, it gently slid down the heart, slowly moistened, slowly soaked. Slowly overflowed...

In the distance, a mute flute sound floated, the sound was sad and the music was confusing. It was so familiar that it made people cry, but it was so unfamiliar that it made people lament and regret. Jian Yao thought of the Feng Xie leaf flute under the tree when he first saw it. The same tune,

Same sadness.

"Who asked you to sit up? The imperial doctor asked you to rest! Rest!"

As soon as A Hong walked in, she kept nagging angrily and pressed Jian Yao back into the quilt. Jian Yao smiled and retorted: "It's for resting, not lying down!"

A Hong touched her hands and feet, and they were as cold as ice, so she sighed: "I'm afraid I won't be able to light you even if I throw you into the fire!" Jian Yao laughed after hearing this, and A Hong said again: "Yes.

My child, please stop being willful, you have to eat and you have to take medicine!"

Jian Yao's eyes dimmed, her eyelids drooped, and she asked quietly: "A Hong, do you think I can give birth to him?"

Ah Hong suddenly replied loudly: "Of course!"

Jian Yao laughed along with her voice, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyes. She recalled the excited face of the imperial doctor that day and the queen's face distorted by jealousy. What about the tapir? She didn't see his expression at that time, through the thick wall

The thick gauze curtain, his hand tightly grasped the palm of his hand, and at that time he only said one sentence: Very good!

"A Hong, how could it be such a coincidence?" Jian Yao was curled up in the quilt, only half of her face exposed. A Hong glanced at her sideways and said, "What coincidence? Winning the bid in one go? Come on, you are so smart that you don't know this.

You don’t even have common sense! Let me ask you, how long has it been since you brought your sachet?” Jian Yao tilted his head and thought for a moment, “It’s been a long time. I took it when I entered the palace. The tapir said that musk is a forbidden item in the inner court!

"

"It's over now!" A Hong rolled his eyes.

"But there is no news from the princess!" A Hong knew that she was talking about Ye Jiang, and after thinking about it, she was right. A while ago, Xi Ze sent beauties over, and Ye Jiang specially picked two of them back. I'm afraid it was because of his persistent belly.

Probably because of dissatisfaction.

"Who knows! This thing also depends on fate and destiny!"

Jian Yao sighed slightly, her little face turned slightly rosy, and her joy was clear, and her original sadness was covered up in her eyebrows: "Maybe I owe him, okay! Just give birth to him well!"

Ahong rolled her eyes at her again when she heard this. Regardless of what she said to herself, Jian Yao stretched out her hand and took her and said coquettishly: "I'm hungry! Make some porridge for me!"

Ah Hong stood up impatiently and walked toward the door while complaining, but her feet were obviously much lighter.

After a while, a bowl of steaming white porridge was served. Jian Yao took it and took a look at it, patted his chest happily, and A Hong shouted dissatisfied: "What do you mean!"

"I'm glad it's white porridge!" Jian Yao smiled fondly with food in his mouth. Ah Hong jumped up from the chair, put his hands on his waist, and shouted: "You think my other dishes are unpalatable!"

"No, no! How could it be!" Jian Yao waved his hand in embarrassment, then suddenly remembered something and pointed out the window and said, "Listen, who is playing the flute outside? It sounds so nice!" Jian Muchen was stunned for a moment, and then

Looking at Yi Huaisha, he smiled meaningfully and responded in a low voice: "Okay... but you should also take good care of your Jimo, don't let him spoil my good deeds!"

The candles in Yilan Hall were not extinguished, and the charcoal in the brazier crackled. Jian Yao looked at the night sky through the layers of bead curtains, and couldn't help but touch his soft belly with his hands. The petals in his memory were just like this.

In the cold night, with sadness and sighs, it gently slid down the heart, slowly moistened, slowly soaked. Slowly overflowed...

In the distance, a mute flute sound floated, the sound was sad and the music was confusing. It was so familiar that it made people cry, but it was so unfamiliar that it made people lament and regret. Jian Yao thought of the Feng Xie leaf flute under the tree when he first saw it. The same tune,

Same sadness.

"Who asked you to sit up? The imperial doctor asked you to rest! Rest!"

As soon as A Hong walked in, she kept nagging angrily and pressed Jian Yao back into the quilt. Jian Yao smiled and retorted: "It's for resting, not lying down!"

A Hong touched her hands and feet, and they were as cold as ice, so she sighed: "I'm afraid I won't be able to light you even if I throw you into the fire!" Jian Yao laughed after hearing this, and A Hong said again: "Yes.

My child, please stop being willful, you have to eat and you have to take medicine!"

Jian Yao's eyes dimmed, her eyelids drooped, and she asked quietly: "A Hong, do you think I can give birth to him?"

Ah Hong suddenly replied loudly: "Of course!"

Jian Yao laughed along with her voice, but there was a bit of sadness in her eyes. She recalled the excited face of the imperial doctor that day and the queen's face distorted by jealousy. What about the tapir? She didn't see his expression at that time, through the thick wall

The thick gauze curtain, his hand tightly grasped the palm of his hand, and at that time he only said one sentence: Very good!

"A Hong, how could it be such a coincidence?" Jian Yao was curled up in the quilt, only half of her face exposed. A Hong glanced at her sideways and said, "What coincidence? Winning the bid in one go? Come on, you are so smart that you don't know this.

You don’t even have common sense! Let me ask you, how long has it been since you brought your sachet?” Jian Yao tilted his head and thought for a moment, “It’s been a long time. I took it when I entered the palace. The tapir said that musk is a forbidden item in the inner court!

"

"It's over now!" A Hong rolled his eyes.

"But there is no news from the princess!" A Hong knew that she was talking about Ye Jiang, and after thinking about it, she was right. A while ago, Xi Ze sent beauties over, and Ye Jiang specially picked two of them back. I'm afraid it was because of his persistent belly.

Probably because of dissatisfaction.

"Who knows! This thing also depends on fate and destiny!"

Jian Yao sighed slightly, her little face turned slightly rosy, and her joy was clear, and her original sadness was covered up in her eyebrows: "Maybe I owe him, okay! Just give birth to him well!"

Ahong rolled her eyes at her again when she heard this. Regardless of what she said to herself, Jian Yao stretched out her hand and took her and said coquettishly: "I'm hungry! Make some porridge for me!"

Ah Hong stood up impatiently and walked toward the door while complaining, but her feet were obviously much lighter.

After a while, a bowl of steaming white porridge was served. Jian Yao took it and took a look at it, patted his chest happily, and A Hong shouted dissatisfied: "What do you mean!"

"I'm glad it's white porridge!" Jian Yao smiled fondly with food in his mouth. Ah Hong jumped up from the chair, put his hands on his waist, and shouted: "You think my other dishes are unpalatable!"
Chapter completed!