"Did you hate me so much when you named me every year?" He murmured in her ear.
Gu Lian lowered his eyes and avoided his eyes, "Of course, even if I scold you eight hundred times a day and want you to die over and over again, it's still a different way to die."
Lu Zechen chuckled, "Really?"
Gu Lian was speechless.
Fake.
She kept saying that she wanted him to die a good death, but every time she said it, she would regret it and pray to God to bless him with happiness and longevity.
"Of course it's true."
"How cruel." He sighed softly, without exposing her, "Then don't curse me anymore. I will live a good life and love you forever."
"Hmm..." she responded softly.
Lu Zechen picked him up and put him on the bed.
"Hey, don't you want to take a shower?"
"I'll just hold you and talk to you, and I'll wash you right away," he said.
Gu Lian pouted.
He hugged her and hummed a tune softly.
Gu Lian leaned in his arms and remembered what Ke Ranran had said about her nephews and nieces that night. She raised her head and kissed his chin and whispered: "Don't take any measures tonight, I won't take any medicine."
Lu Zechen was slightly startled, then lowered his head and kissed her, his heart moved.
"Why are you anxious? There is already a light bulb, and I still want to go on honeymoon with you. If another one comes right away, will you scare me to death?" he said.
Gu Lian curled her lips and said, "Then let me tell you, I will be thirty in two years. Even if you are an advanced maternal age, I will not give birth to you if you ask me to."
Lu Zechen smiled, "If you don't want to give birth, I won't give birth. I will raise you as my treasure."
Gu Lian felt sweet in her heart, but she asked: "Don't pretend, I know you want a son."
"Where did you get this misconception?"
"Then you said you don't want to?"
Lu Zechen propped up his head and looked at her sideways, "To be honest, if you are willing to give me another child, then I will want a son in my heart, but if you give birth to a little princess, I will not let you give birth to a third one.
, Everything depends on fate, do you understand what this means?"
Gu Lian lay down, thought about it, and said, "You are a patriarchal person."
Lu Zechen smiled, "Look, it's a misinterpretation."
Gu Lian closed her eyes, raised her lips and said, "I'll give you five minutes to quibble."
Lu Zechen clicked his tongue and said, "It's really not a quibble. Ask Yan Han. If Song Xiang can only have one child, he must also want a son."
"For the throne."
"That's not true."
"Then for what?"
Lu Zechen lay down next to her and said, "In a family like ours, it's so difficult for girls."
"Um?"
"Wang Fuxue and Li Ying are both wealthy daughters. We grew up together." Lu Zechen looked at the ceiling and said slowly: "When we were studying when we were young, our family hired private tutors together. Li Ying couldn't keep up, and her parents
I don't want her to endure hardship, so I get used to it. Wang Fuxue has a bad temper, and she has to stay with us no matter what the weather is."
He turned sideways, looked at Gu Lian, and said: "She is a girl. She has to comb her hair and change clothes in various ways when she gets up in the morning. It is more troublesome than a boy. In order to keep up with us, she always has to get up early in the morning. People like us raise their children
In fact, she is very cruel, she often does her homework while crying, just to catch up with us."
Gu Lian's eyes turned, "You don't want to suffer hardship every year?"
Lu Zechen put his hands behind his head and said, "Listen to me first."
Gu Lian smiled, "Okay, you say."
"Do you know why Wang Fuxue is so willing to endure hardship?"
"Why?"
"She is the eldest daughter, and she has a younger brother who is ten years younger than her."