...
Zhao Wujiang came back to his senses and breathed out slowly:
"Can the sunflower water be regular?"
Dugu Mingyue was stunned and hesitated:
"Never came..."
Zhao Wujiang pointed to the two round balls bulging under Dugu Mingyue's quilt:
"Is there any discomfort here?"
"A little bit..." Dugu Mingyue didn't know why, her cheeks turned rosy.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his hands across the quilt:
"Do you feel any swelling or pain?"
Dugu Mingyue slightly exclaimed, she didn't expect Zhao Wujiang to be so bold, but after Zhao Wujiang rubbed it, she could clearly feel some swelling and pain, so she pursed her red lips and nodded.
Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers. His body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, his limbs were weak, his back was sore, his lower abdomen was painful, his breasts were swollen and his breasts were painful, and his mood swings were symptoms of pregnancy. Coupled with his own pulse diagnosis, both of them were present. Tell him a fact.
Dugu Mingyue is really pregnant!
"Mother, happy pulse." Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered.
"Ximai?"
Dugu Mingyue's beautiful eyes trembled, and soon a smile appeared on her pretty face. The smile became stronger and stronger. She gently touched her belly, suppressing her excitement, and her red lips trembled slightly:
"Xiao Zhaozi, are you serious!?"
Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously and gave Dugu Mingyue a positive answer.
Dugu Mingyue pursed her red lips tightly, and her eyes brimmed with moisture. Her heart was trembling to the point of trembling, and she stroked her belly over and over again, as if she wanted to feel something.
Zhao Wujiang stared at Dugu Mingyue's movements, smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows, and exhaled:
"Mother, I will prescribe you some medicine to nourish the fetus and calm the nerves. You must take it well.
In addition, you must eat a balanced diet and take good care of your body to provide sufficient nutrition for the fetus in your belly. "
"Little Zhaozi." Dugu Mingyue grabbed Zhao Wujiang's hand, her red lips trembling:
"My lord...thank you..."
Zhao Wujiang patted her hand and said softly and earnestly:
"Your Majesty, please remember that this matter cannot be explained to outsiders in a short period of time!
The harem is deep and quiet, and people's hearts are mixed..."
Dugu Mingyue nodded slowly. Zhao Wujiang's words had a magical power that made her trust Wuyu for some reason.
"Mother, I'm going to leave now and have a good rest. I will deliver the prescription tomorrow." Zhao Wujiang stood up and glanced at Dugu Mingyue again. To be precise, he glanced at Dugu Mingyue's lower abdomen.
He strode away. Qing'er wanted to see him off, but he declined:
"Take good care of your mother-in-law. If anything happens, come to Yangxin Palace and report it to...the Emperor."
Qing'er nodded, feeling that Zhao Wujiang was a little different.
Zhao Wujiang was holding a lantern and walking in the dark palace road. A little light was like a bean, and the hazy halo enveloped him, who was confused and complicated.
I don't know how long it took, but he stood at the door of the Cultivation Heart Hall's bedroom, but he still pushed the door open and entered.
Dugu Mingyue is pregnant. Once she gives birth to a dragon son, she will be the crown prince of Daxia and the future heir apparent. Among the mixed hearts in the harem, someone will inevitably take risks to murder Dugu Mingyue and the heir in her belly.
In the long history, extremely vicious and insulting incidents in the harems of dynasties are everywhere, and it is difficult to guard against them.
But these are all negative.
You can be wary of the treacherous things hidden under the sky, but there are some things that you cannot be wary of, such as the supreme kingly way...
If Xuanyuan Jing is not the empress, then Dugu Mingyue will only have to face the darkness and treachery of the harem. But Xuanyuan Jing is the empress, so Dugu Mingyue and the fetus in her belly will inevitably have to face the empress Xuanyuan Jing who holds the supreme power. !
Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath, "Am I a father?"
He blew out the candle in the lantern, and the green smoke curled up, and he slowly opened the door of the palace.
