Seeing Qian Zhao like this, Ling Zhouyang admitted that she was soft-hearted.
However, for now, he is just soft-hearted.
Ling Zhouyang spoke softly: "Qian Zhao, I asked you this once. That's enough."
She felt that asking something once was enough. Once she got the answer, there was no need to ask a second time.
Qian Zhao suddenly recalled that Ah Yang asked him once in Guideyuan.
That time he said: The three generations of my family have all served the country and the people, and I feel the same way.
"Ayang, I'm sorry. I was determined to die that time and I didn't dare to make a promise to you."
Before arriving in Anguo and before rescuing Yang Xingyuan, he was thinking about how to kill Yang Xingyuan in the future to avenge A Ming.
Everything was still his fault, it was his hatred that made him push A Yang away with his own hands.
Ling Zhouyang smiled and shook his head: "I never think you are at fault. I lost my temper that time."
For the first time, she experienced what it felt like to have someone she could rely on. She wanted more in her heart, so she asked Qian Zhao, almost begging, if he could leave the palace for her.
But later she also realized that she shouldn't let Qian Zhao choose between her future and her.
She couldn't stay for Qian Zhao, so how could she force Qian Zhao to give up his future for her.
Qian Zhao looked at Ling Zhouyang nervously: "Then, can you ask me again now?"
Ling Zhouyang lowered his head and looked at Qian Zhao's slightly red eyes.
She thought she already knew the answer between herself and Qian Zhao. Even though she fled again and again, Qian Zhao still chased her, so what reason did she have to not be moved.
Ling Zhouyang pointed to her belly: "Put your head over here."
Qian Zhao didn't know why, but he still obeyed and leaned his head sideways on Ling Zhouyang's round belly.
Ling Zhouyang said with a smile in her tone: "There is still one month left, let's just live here for a while, okay?"
Qian Zhao was stunned for a moment before replying: "Okay, live here."
Hearing this, Lingzhou beamed with laughter.
Qian Zhao gently leaned on Ling Zhouyang's belly and put his hands around her waist.
After listening for a long time, Qian Zhao chuckled and said, "She seems to be very lively. I don't know if she is like you or me."
Ling Zhouyang hit the nail on the head: "Do you think you are very lively?"
Anyway, she didn't notice Qian Zhao being lively at ordinary times, but when he was listening to the corner, he did become more active.
Qian Zhao was silent for a moment: "It's good to be like you."
Ling Zhouyang nodded in agreement: "Of course, I might not be able to bear it if I have to face two cold faces."
If she was really like Qian Zhao, then when she faced two stern faces at the same time, she might not even be able to enjoy her meal.
Qian Zhao tugged on Lingzhou's sleeves: "Then I'll change it."
Ling Zhouyang stretched out her hand and pulled Qian Zhao's cheek, and said with a smile: "Qian Zhaozhao, why are you so cute? I just like your cold face and serious look."
Qian Zhao's face turned red again. No matter how many times he heard it, he would still blush because of Ling Zhouyang's love words.
Seeing Qian Zhao blushing, Ling Zhouyang stopped teasing him.
"Qian Zhaozhao, do you think my belly is a little too big?"
Qian Zhao looked at Ling Zhouyang's belly thoughtfully. When he first saw her belly, Qian Zhao also felt that her belly was big.
A thought came to Qian Zhao's mind: "Could they be twins?"
Ling Zhouyang: "But I've felt the pulse, and there's only one."
With her medical skills, she could tell whether she was having twins or singles by feeling her pulse.
"Let me try." Without saying a word, Qian Zhao took Ling Zhouyang's hand and felt her pulse.
After a long while, Qian Zhao said: "There is indeed only one."
Ling Zhouyang stroked her belly: "Maybe I've eaten too much recently."
Qian Zhao looked at Ling Zhouyang: "Have you been cooking alone these past few months?"
Ling Zhouyang joked: "Yes, otherwise General Qian would think someone would cook for me? But if General Qian is willing, I don't mind finding one."
Qian Zhao looked serious: "If you don't want to, I will have to cook for you from now on."
Ling Zhouyang patted Qian Zhao on the head: "Then please trouble General Qian to go now. I'm hungry."
Qian Zhao's deep voice contained a little smile: "Okay, sit tight and wait for me."
Lingzhou caressed her belly, with a slight smile on her lips, and said with a bit of pretentious coquettishness: "Okay, then we will just sit and wait for General Qian to serve you."
Qian Zhao looked slightly stunned, then laughed softly.
Watching Qian Zhao walk towards the kitchen accurately, the smile in Ling Zhouyang's eyes deepened.
After the two had dinner, they sat in the yard and chatted.
The small courtyard that Ling Zhouyang bought is very nice. There is a Xifu Begonia planted in the courtyard, but the flowering period has already passed.
There is a river behind the courtyard, where ducks swim by during the day and scenic boats come by at night.
Qian Zhao stared at a potted plant behind the door and asked casually, "Did you raise the copper money grass?"
Ling Zhouyang leaned closer to Qian Zhao, turned her head and breathed into Qian Zhao's ear: "This yard belongs to me, can someone else raise this potted plant?"
Qian Zhao's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Ayang, don't make trouble."
Ling Zhouyang raised the corners of her mouth: "I'm not making trouble."
Qian Zhao turned his head and looked at Ling Zhouyang helplessly: "Okay, it was me who caused the trouble."
…
The moonlight shone on Ling Zhouyang's body. She was reclining on the lounge chair, her temples half covered with clouds. Her sleepiness was getting thicker, her long eyelashes were slightly drooped, her eyes gradually closed, and she fell asleep quietly.
Qian Zhao saw her look peaceful and sleeping soundly.
He stood up and faced Lingzhouyang, then leaned down and gently took Lingzhouyang into his arms.
After putting Lingzhouyang on the bed, Qian Zhao pulled the quilt aside, covered Lingzhouyang tightly and prepared to leave.
When he turned around, Ling Zhouyang reached out and held him.
"Qian Zhaozhao, where are you going?" Her voice was vague and soft.
Qian Zhao put Lingzhouyang's hand into the quilt and said softly: "I'll watch over you outside. You can sleep."
Lingzhou remained silent, but her body had already moved inward.
"Close the door and go to sleep."
Qian Zhao's thoughts completely stopped at the moment he finished speaking. His feet seemed to be rooted and unable to move.
After getting no response from Qian Zhao for a long time, and no sound of closing the door, Lingzhou Rang opened his eyes in an instant.
Seeing Qian Zhao looking at her intently, Ling Zhouyang asked with doubt, "What's wrong with you?"
Qian Zhao opened his mouth, but did not speak.
Seeing that his body was tense and the tips of his ears were slightly red, Ling Zhouyang instantly understood why Qian Zhao didn't move.
Ling Zhouyang raised the corners of her mouth and arched her eyebrows: "Qian Zhaozhao, you already have children, are you still embarrassed?"
Qian Zhao pursed his lips and asked, "Are there any quilts left?"
Ling Zhouyang opened her eyes wide and said innocently, "No, are you afraid that I will do something to you, or are you afraid that you can't control yourself?"
Qian Zhao paused and replied truthfully: "I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you and the child."
"You sleep well, don't worry." After saying that, Ling Zhouyang lifted a corner of the quilt and motioned for Qian Zhao to get into bed.
Seeing Ling Zhouyang's expectant eyes, Qian Zhao resignedly took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
Lingzhouyang consciously took Qian Zhao's right arm, put it under her neck, and then fell asleep with a smile on her face.
