Zhong Qingye had just woken up from a day and night of drowsiness. Zhong Qingye's consciousness was obviously not yet recovered. He could not react when he heard Qi Mo's words. He just frowned and took his hand out of his life to support his forehead, with a somewhat expression on his face.
Feeling unspeakable pain, he spoke softly after a while: "Qi Mo... is that you?"
Her voice was hoarse with the characteristic after coma and blood loss, low and tired, extremely tired.【】
"It's me." Qi Mo let her lean on his shoulder, reached out and put her arms back on the quilt, and he massaged her temples for her, saying in a judo voice: "What do you think?"
Zhong Qingye closed his eyes slightly. "I'm just a little tired. How long have I been sleeping?"
"It didn't take long, and it was about the same as you usually sleep." Qi Mo put down his hand and turned his head to look at her face. Seeing that the original pale color was slightly red with blood, he smiled and said: "After some sleep, she looks much better.
"
Zhong Qingye pursed her lips, like a smile, then suddenly opened her eyes and tried hard to sit up. Qi Mo hurriedly reached out to support her. "What's wrong?"
"Child..." Zhong Qingye's face was as white as snow. As he spoke, the hand under the quilt had already touched her abdomen. However, she was less than three months pregnant and could not know the situation from the outside. She could only turn her head and ask Qi Mo for help.
, with great caution, he said softly: "My child...is he okay?"
She asked very carefully, and kept her voice as low as possible, just like a child who had made a mistake, looking at Qi Mo timidly, the panic in her eyes was carefully hidden, and a corner was slightly exposed.
Qi Mo's heart hurt. Zhong Qingye was the same way five years ago. When he woke up, his belly had lost the breath of life. He couldn't understand Zhong Qingye's persistence for the child. He just thought it was the motherly nature of a woman. He stretched out his hand to
She stabilized her struggling body and said softly: "Don't worry, the child is still here and he is fine."
"Really?" Zhong Qingye's eyes widened suddenly, looking at him with joy. He placed his hands on his abdomen, touching it carefully, feeling the familiar breath of life under the thin layer of skin, and finally showed a relieved look.
smile.
"Of course it's true. You are the mother of the child. Can I still lie to you?" Qi Mo said with a smile, leaning her body against his arms again, and said softly: "Now you are in a human body.
For the sake of the two of us, for the sake of our children, you must eat well, sleep well, don't have a bad temper, and don't not take medicine. The imperial doctor will check your pulse three times a day, so don't feel impatient."
After learning about the child, Zhong Qingye's mood instantly became extremely good, and even his dark pupils had a strange brilliance. After hearing Qi Mo's words, he pouted his lips arrogantly and muttered: "Why are you so nagging like a housekeeper?"
?What’s good to eat and sleep well? I’m not a pig..."
"Even if you are not a pig, you still have to be raised as a pig for me these days! If you dare to do anything that is not conducive to my son, I will punish you severely, do you hear me?" Qi Mohu's face raised, but his pupils were different.
With a smile, he threatened.
"What do you call your son?! He's obviously mine! If you ask me, I'd rather have a daughter, a caring little cotton-padded jacket!" Zhong Qingye retorted unconvinced.
"Son or daughter, they are all my Qi Mo's children anyway, both men and women are the same."
"Hey! Qi Mo, can't you be a little insistent?" Zhong Qingye rolled his eyes and said angrily.
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In the quiet room, you can only hear the two people's soft and pleasant banter. What you say and what I say seems to be tense, but both of them enjoy it. Perhaps, only the two of them can understand each other's feelings and be able to do so.
Talking and laughing together are already something worth cherishing for them.
They were joking and talking in a tacit understanding. They didn't mention the hemorrhagic collapse, nor did they talk about Zhong Qingye's current body. They seemed to be escaping, and it seemed that they refused instinctively and didn't want the other party to know the news.
, although they all know that each other may already know.
Because he couldn't face it, he put on a superficial smile, pretended that everything was fine, pretended that Zhong Qingye just woke up, and pretended that Qi Mo had never felt so depressed.
After chatting and joking for a while, Zhong Qingye became tired and leaned lazily on Qi Mo's shoulder. Listening to Qi Mo's ramble, the smile on his face was pleasant and satisfying.
Qi Mo smiled at her, suddenly stopped narrating, and said softly: "Qingye, do you know why I named this place Weiyang Palace?"
Zhong Qingye half-closed his eyes and said lazily: "I'm not a roundworm in your belly. Who knows what you are thinking about? Could it be that you pointed to this name with just a casual finger?"
Qi Mo reached out and pinched her nose punitively, and said angrily: "Do you think everyone is as lazy as you? Of course I didn't choose it randomly. I chose this name."
"Well, what then?"
Qi Mo hugged Zhong Qingye, raised his eyes and glanced at the entire palace room, suddenly smiled softly, and said slowly: "I hope that the people who live in this palace will be happy and sad forever."
Zhong Qingye was startled for a moment, then slowly opened her half-closed eyes and glanced sideways at Qi Mo. She had never been proficient in these ancient words and idioms, and had never thought carefully about the meaning of the word "Weiyang".
, I didn’t expect Qi Mo... to have such a meaning in it.
However, the next second, she couldn't help laughing: "What did I think you were going to say? Qi Mo, why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like a little woman?"
The smile on Qi Mo's face froze, he lowered his head dully, stared at her and said word by word: "I look like a woman?!"
Zhong Qingye just pretended not to see him, and continued to smile and said slowly: "Isn't it right? From the interlocking gesture at the beginning to the current meaning of Weiyang Palace, isn't this a routine that little women like?
Really? If you can do these things, aren't you becoming more and more like a woman?"
"You!" Qi Mo was furious and his eyes were as wide as copper bells. Zhong Qingye raised his eyebrows provocatively, and his dark pupils were filled with brilliance and brilliance.
Most of Qi Mo's anger subsided involuntarily, but he still pretended to be angry and pointed at her belly and said: "If it weren't for my son's sake, I would teach you a lesson today so that you still dare to say that your husband looks like a woman.
!”
Zhong Qingye curled her lips and smiled, nestled lazily in his arms, closed her eyes and said, "I'm sleepy."
"Then go to sleep, I'll be here with you."
Zhong Qingye didn't speak anymore. When Qi Mo lowered his head, she actually fell asleep. The corners of her mouth were still raised with a childish joy, which made Qi Mo's heart soften uncontrollably.
The joy is not yet young, but the sorrow is eternal.