Zhou Ruiyuan then bent down and put his ear against her belly. After listening, he whispered to the child in her belly: "You must be obedient in your mother's belly. Don't kick your mother."
The little baby in the belly seemed to really understand. Du Wanchun clearly felt that the fetal movement was less.
She stretched out her hand to touch her belly and said with a smile: "You, don't scare the child."
Zhou Ruiyuan hugged Du Wanchun into his arms again and said softly: "No one can bully you, not even my child."
Du Wanchun suddenly realized that her husband-in-law was still a little childish. She reached out and pinched his nose, "Don't always criticize him. I think you should not bully me." ?.?????.ℂ??
Zhou Ruiyuan grabbed her wrist, lowered his eyes and said to her ear: "Why did I bully you?"
Du Wanchun blushed and whispered, "Why did you say you were bullied?"
Zhou Ruiyuan raised his thin lips, buried his face in the crook of her neck, bit the red mark on her neck and said with a smile, "But I quite like being bullied by me."
Du Wanchun's face turned redder.
She quickly broke away from Zhou Ruiyuan's arms and picked up the clothes on the ground.
They say that domesticated wolves cannot eat meat, and it is indeed true.
After eating meat and eating meat, I can't stop eating.
She quickly put on her clothes and escaped from the wolf's mouth.
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her escaping back with a smile on his face. Those deep eyes were like spring springs, reflecting Du Wanchun's figure in them, and no one could tolerate them.
After Du Wanchun came out of the room, he washed his face with cold water and went to the front room.
The third prince came out with breakfast, "Wan Chun, come and eat, I made scallion pancakes for you."
Du Wanchun looked up and saw the large pancakes with green onions floating on them. He was full of surprise, "My lord, can you make pancakes?"
The third prince smiled and said, "Well, when you were young, your mother liked to eat cakes, so I learned to make them, but later..."
Du Wanchun quickly asked: "What happened next?"
There was a hint of disappointment on the third prince's face, "Later, she thought it was my royal brother who did it."
It was hard for Du Wanchun to imagine a prince from a wealthy family squatting in the kitchen and learning to make cakes.
She looked into the yard and saw that Mrs. Zhou had not come back yet, so she asked him: "Your Majesty, are you treating my mother?"
The third prince said bluntly: "Well, we have known each other since childhood. If she hadn't entered the palace, I think I would have married her and entered the palace."
Du Wanchun was a little confused, "Your Majesty, since you have such thoughts for my mother, why didn't you stop her from entering the palace in the first place?"
"Because the Queen Mother..." The third prince turned sideways and said.
Du Wanchun lowered his voice and said, "I heard from my mother that the Queen Mother did not insist on letting her enter the palace at first. She has a choice."
The third prince said with a slight sadness on his face: "Yes, she did have a choice, but at that time she only had the emperor brother in her heart, so why would she be willing to follow me?"
Du Wanchun suddenly realized, "Your Majesty, my mother wrote you a letter before she entered the palace."
"What letter?" The third prince asked in confusion.
Du Wanchun softened his voice and said, "I don't know what's in the letter. Mom just told me that she wrote you a letter before entering the palace, but you didn't reply to her."
As soon as these words came out, there was no need to guess what the content of the letter was.
The third prince's face was full of shock, "I haven't received any letters at all."
At this time, Aunt Zhou happened to come back and happened to hear these words.
She only knew that the third prince did not reply to her letter, but she never thought that he had not received the letter at all.
At the same time, in the palace.
The emperor took out a letter from the secret cabinet under his bed.
The letter is in Aunt Zhou's handwriting.
He originally sent someone to intercept it overnight. He had read the contents of the letter many times and has not burned it until now. He would take it out and read it every time he had free time, not because he missed someone.
But I want to experience the taste of victory again.
He stole the taste of his brother's beloved woman.
