"Your Majesty, you are back." Lu Qing was lying on the bed, seemingly not planning to get up.
Yan Fuguang didn't care at all and asked her hurriedly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Lu Qing yawned delicately: "I'm just sleepy."
She was pregnant and tired easily. She bathed and washed herself early and went to bed, but she couldn't fall asleep while lying down.
Yan Fuguang felt a little relieved, and then explained: "Father asked us to go to Changding Palace and drink some wine, so we came back late."
"Well, you go take a shower first." Lu Qing wrinkled her nose slightly, not liking the smell of alcohol on his body.
Yan Fuguang quickly washed herself, lifted the brocade quilt and got into bed.
He tentatively put his hand on Lu Qing's waist, kneaded it for a while, and asked her, "Is it okay?"
Lu Qing blushed and naturally understood what he was asking. She was not used to rejecting Yan Fuguang directly, so she didn't speak for a long time.
Yan Fuguang pressed his forehead against hers and whispered: "Yes or no, you have to tell me. If you reject me, I will stop."
After saying that, he stared at Lu Qing with encouraging eyes: "Is that okay?"
Lu Qing tightened her grip on the fabric on his chest and whispered, "Don't..."
Yan Fuguang laughed softly, let go of his hand, and lay back in his position: "Okay, no."
He raised his eyebrows, as if to say to Lu Qing: Look, you have the right to reject me.
Lu Qing blinked, and the awkwardness in his heart disappeared.
The two people were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
Yan Fuguang hadn't eaten meat for two months, and the restlessness in his body was catalyzed by the alcohol, making it even more unbearable.
He wanted to get up and take a bath again, but Lu Qing grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Then, her face turned red, her white and cool hands reached into his clothes, and continued downward...
"Well..." Yan Fuguang didn't stop him and waited for her to continue with interest.
Lu Qing was cruel and helped him in a green way.
It felt like a long time had passed, and his palms were numb, but he was still not recovered.
Lu Qing raised her moist and clear eyes and looked at him accusingly.
Yan Fuguang kissed her forehead and coaxed in a low voice: "Continue, can you?"
The two of them were close to each other in the bed tent, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the small space. Occasionally, they let out a few gasps, which made people's faces turn red.
It was not an option to continue like this. Lu Qing gently pressed her red lips against the corner of Yan Fuguang's mouth, exhaled Ruolan, and said with an unsteady breath: "I want to tell you something."
Yan Fuguang stretched out his hand to hold her already weak hand, and held the two hands together. His expression remained unchanged, and Lu Qing's earlobe was dripping with blood.
"What's the matter?" Yan Fuguang's forehead pulsed with veins, and he endured it.
Lu Qing rubbed his lips, slowly moved down, rubbed his chin with the tip of her nose, and whispered: "I'm pregnant..."
"...!"
Lu Qing's soft palm suddenly became sticky, and she shyly hid in Yan Fuguang's arms.
However, the excited Yan Fuguang ignored her, pinched the back of her neck and pulled her out. His black eyes were full of bright stars, and he could not restrain his excitement: "Really?"
Lu Qing bit the clothes on his chest and groaned: "I was diagnosed today...hands, wipe them first..."
Whenever she thinks about what's in her hands, Lu Qing's heart beats out of control. She shouldn't talk to him like this!
Yan Fuguang took the handkerchief on the bed table, cleaned it briefly, hugged Lu Qing and continued to ask: "Did Dr. Jiang diagnose the pulse? How is your health?"
He was worried that Lu Qing had been so angry with him recently and was feeling depressed that something was wrong with her body. Even though the child was important, Yan Fuguang cared more about her well-being.
"You have been unhappy these days and have no interest in anything. Sometimes you cry in your dreams at night. You want people to see that you are also sulky..."
Lu Qing was told that he had no face to see others.
Her temper suddenly became weird. If Yan Fuguang didn't follow her, although she wouldn't express it directly, she would be unhappy in her heart.
Unexpectedly, he actually saw it.
"I wonder how I knew you were angry?" Yan Fuguang held her shoulders and teased, "If you are unhappy, your back will be turned to me when you fall asleep at night." At first, he wanted the doctor to come and take a look at Lu Qing. Look, Lu Qing was afraid that he would take some more ointment and make her put on the medicine in a shameful pose.
From then on, Lu Qing felt furious when she heard Yan Fuguang ask for a doctor.
"No..." Lu Qing was too embarrassed to explain, so she simply repeated what Dr. Jiang said, "It's because I'm pregnant, so my temper has become weird. Don't blame me."
"No one blames you." Yan Fuguang felt completely soft, "You can be unhappy or angry with me, even if you are not pregnant."
He always believes that everyone has emotions. He cares about Luqing, so naturally he should also care about her emotions.
After hearing this, Lu Qing did not dare to look directly at him. She only knew that her heart was beating very fast and all her unhappiness was forgotten.
"I'm not angry anymore..." She leaned softly against his chest and spoke softly.
Someone cares about her - when Lu Qing thinks of this, she can't help but feel the tip of her nose sore.
After living for so many years, she was now allowed to have her own emotions. She could finally express her emotions openly and openly, including all the reactions a normal person should have.
Lu Qing cried softly, and after a while she laughed with tears in her eyes: "I am pregnant. Doctor Jiang said the baby is very good. My lord, are you happy?"
"Of course." Yan Fuguang placed a kiss on the end of her eyes and said, "I am very happy that you gave birth to my child."
Lu Qing's mood changed quickly, and now her heart and eyes were full of children. She shrugged the tip of her reddish nose and responded: "I am also happy to give birth to a child for you."
Outside Jinshi Hospital, no one else knew that Lu Qing was pregnant again.
Yan Fuguang promised Lu Qing that he would announce the news after three months.
It was obviously not his first time to be a father, but Yan Fuguang seemed particularly "abnormal".
Lu Qing still had to go to Yihongyuan to pay her respects, so she followed Yan Fuguang as soon as he got up.
After dressing up and seeing that Yan Fuguang had not left, Lu Qing looked at the time and reminded him: "You should go to court as soon as you have breakfast. If you are late, you may not be able to make it in time."
Yan Fuguang's eyes were gentle and he said, "Don't worry, I'll take you to Yihongyuan."
"Huh? No need, it will take up your time..."
Yan Fuguang made up his mind to accompany her on this trip and carefully led her to Yihongyuan.
About to step through the door, Lu Qing moved her hands to let him go, but Yan Fuguang remained unmoved and instead held her tighter.
"Will be seen..."
"so what?"
Lu Qing tied her hands and feet and was led by him to stand in the middle.
Ning Huayue and others almost poked several big holes in Lu Qing's body with their eyes.
"Why did the prince come to Yihongyuan today?"
Yan Fuguang squeezed Lu Qing's palm, let go of her and went to sit down at the main seat.
"It's freezing cold, and it's too painful to come to see you every day. Why don't you come to see me every five days instead? What do you think, Princess?"
Ning Huayue gritted her molar teeth and said, "...what the prince said is true."
Is she torturing people? Or who does he feel sorry for? !
