Eighty-sixth bowl of soup (8)

"It hurts, it hurts to die!" The jade crown on Qing Huan's head was knocked off, and it just hit her forehead, and her tears were about to fall out of pain!

When the regent heard the footsteps, he wanted to greet her. Who knew that she walked in such a hurry. After taking off her boots, she bent over and took off her socks. As a result, the jade crown just fell off. Could it hurt? I could only take down the hands that covered her forehead and take a closer look, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "It's red."

Fortunately, there was no bleeding.

Qing Huan looked at him pitifully, with a soft voice: "It hurts."

Like a kid who has been wronged. This was indeed the regent’s fault. He sighed and took her to his arms. He had already moved back when she hit him, but it was a little slower, but she still hit her.

After rubbing it for a long time, he said warmly: "Just now you said very well."

"...Huh?" Qing Huan was enjoying a gentle touch, "Are you here?"

The co-author has only now discovered who the person is. The regent couldn’t laugh or cry. He pressed his fingertips on her forehead. Qinghuan took a painful breath, and then he let go of his strength, “I’m behind, I didn’t go in. I heard everything you said. Your Majesty seems to have heard everything. I really want to grow up."

"Don't call me Your Majesty." Qing Huan wanted to pinch the soft flesh on his waist, but this person was hard, except for the heart, there seemed to be no softness at all. Finally she took off his hand and smiled, "Didn't I say that the uncle doesn't have to do anything. But the uncle is still here, is it because you are worried about me?"

After all, he was always there before, and the old guys didn't dare to rely on the old to sell the old. Once he was gone, she would be the meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered.

Naturally, the regent would not admit it. In the past few days, he has received small gifts from her orders, and finally met last night, and disappeared in the morning. He seemed to be born to work hard for her. Minded. Not wanting to tell her that she was worried, she changed the subject: "Does it still hurt?"

The big hand has slipped onto Qinghuan’s slender waist, and she wearing the dragon robe feels different from before. For the regent, Qinghuan who is with him now naturally regards her as another person. Look. Regardless of the final outcome, whether she has other plans or not, he chose to indulge this time without regret. The worst result was nothing more than leaving the capital completely and never seeing her again.

However, if he missed this opportunity, he might lose more.

It still hurts when he asked. Of course it was not about Qinghuan’s forehead, but... Qinghuan also realized that she would naturally not be shy, and she would not be ashamed of her love, so she habitually stepped on his boots, With long arms around the regent’s neck, his tone was very aggrieved: “It hurts to death. I said I’m sick. Is it a lie? I want my uncle to hold me on the bed. I’m tired and want to rest.”

The regent picked her up with a good temper, and Qing Huan suddenly smiled: "I'm not worried about me, why are you here?" Last night she casually mentioned the matter of Master Chen that is going to be public today, and he will come today, and said It's not strange to worry about her. It's just that the door is clear in her heart, but she doesn't say it. "My uncle is really hard-hearted, I like my uncle the most."

She screamed happily with her little uncle, and the regent had told her several times that she would not change it. As time passed, he didn't want her to change it anymore.

"Since you feel unwell, you must take a good rest..."

"I want to go to the palace." Qing Huan grabbed his sleeve, "I don't want to stay here."

The regent looked down at her. She was sitting on the bed, with two little feet dangling, his heart suddenly softened, and he was touched by the shiny eyes, "What to do in the palace, there is no fun at all." Most importantly The thing was that he was worried that she would be recognized, and that would be bad.

"The palace is not very fun either. The news of my illness spread out, and I am afraid that the queen mother will be coming soon." Qing Huan pouted, "I don't want to see her."

The regent knew how harsh the Queen Mother was to her, and he felt sorry for her when she thought of her many experiences at a young age. Since he got her body, those grief and anger have gradually dissipated. It seems that he has ushered in a new life, but in just a few days, everything in the past has been forgotten. "Alright, then go to the palace, but you have to change clothes first."

This is natural, Qing Huan can never go out wearing a dragon robe.

Although the two are already married, the regent still adheres to the gentleman's style and avoids watching her when she changes clothes. Unexpectedly, she heard her crying after a few moments, and when she turned her head, a white jade-like back appeared in front of her eyes, and her skin was as dazzling as jade-white.

"Uncle." Qing Huan looked at him with tears in her eyes, and pointed to the knot of the chest strap behind her: "I was torn into a knot, and I can't untie it."

At this moment, no matter how charming, she was ruined by her horrible words. The regent took a few steps forward, and she didn't know how she got it, the knot couldn't be opened. When she finally broke it, she felt that her arm was sore and asked him to change her clothes. It seemed to compensate him, but it seemed to come to him to collect debts.

The regent was already sweating profusely when she dressed her. Qinghuan and graciously wiped him with a veil. His movements were gentle, but his expression was sly like a little fox. The regent pulled her into his arms and sighed, "Little bastard."

He scolded her like this several times, and the dignified nine-five-year-old was scolded by the little **** who said it was embarrassing, but Qing Huan didn't care at all, but thought it was a nickname. So she still smiled and curled her eyes: "My uncle scolded me again."

Isn't it a little bastard? Seeing that his heart is still in the water, I have to make him make waves. The regent squeezed her hand, "Go."

The two concealed their eyes and ears out of the palace, Qing Huan took a deep breath, and the air outside was fresher than inside the palace. At present, she does not plan to be an enemy of the Queen Mother. The Regent is very kind to her now, but most of the reason is because he has her body, and the deep-rooted gentleman's thought makes him have to be responsible to her. He really wanted to get rid of the grudge in his heart, how could he play this vicious stepmother without being too late.

Let her be arrogant for a few more days, until the regent completely forgets the past and starts a new life.

Today she is still wearing a red dress, a blue silk is casually tied in a bun, and a glass bead is falling on one of her ears. She is dressed casually but beautifully. In the carriage, she was sitting diagonally in the arms of the regent, occasionally raising the curtains to look out, and there was a lively and lively voice outside, full of a strong atmosphere of life. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and the whole world rises to peace, which is why the empress can sit firmly in this country.

The world is fixed, and wars will not easily happen.

"It would be great if I were an ordinary person."

She sighed with emotion for no reason, making the regent slightly startled: "What?"

"Very envious." She pointed not far away, and the regent followed her gaze and saw that it was a young couple. The husband took out several copper plates and bought a bowl of almond butter at a stall. Their clothes are neat and tidy, although they are a bit old, they are not damaged. The husband bought the almond butter and fed it to his wife bite by bite with a spoon. The wife ate a little and shook her head while holding her stomach. The husband said a few more words, but she still shook her head, so the husband drank the remaining almond butter in a few mouthfuls. Provoked the picks on the side, and left with his daughter-in-law.

"Her belly is so big," Qing Huan said, "Is she pregnant?"

He didn't wait for the regent to answer—she didn't need him to answer. "Will I also have a baby with my uncle?"

Upon hearing this, the regent shuddered slightly and touched her long hair: "Will your Majesty?"

This time Qing Huan did not pursue his slip of the tongue calling himself his Majesty, but opened his eyes to look at him: "Uncle, would you?"

The regent nodded. He is nearly young, and he has never had a son under his knees. When he was a teenager, he was fighting outside and delayed marriage. Later, his age grew, and there was really no need for a wife to marry him. For the first emperor, or for the queen mother, as the regent, he had no wife and children, it was simply great. In this case, even if one day he is rebellious, the royal family will still have to sit in this country in the end.

As for the reason...

"But the belly will become very big, what should I do if I can't hide it?" Qing Huan dreamed about the appearance of her big belly, and suddenly wrinkled, "I like being an emperor very much."

The regent touched her belly, his warm palms groping for the delicate belly, comfortable and itchy. Qinghuan moved in his arms, and suddenly heard him whisper in his ear: "Maybe it already has it."

Let this woman conceive her own child, this kind of thing, I never thought about it in the past. When I used to like her, I just wanted to be the most loyal courtier and guard this great river for her. I never had the slightest thoughts. Now people are in their arms, and the thought of dedication is still there, and more of them are relatives. Hug.

"I didn't drink avoiding soup." Qing Huan said without hesitation. "If I have, I will give birth to my uncle. But my uncle has to promise me that even if he has a child, he has to like me the most."

She raised her small face and was full of tenderness. To the regent, she seemed innocent and lovely. She couldn't help holding her small face and kissed her, and then touched her belly, as if there really was a little **** there.

If she really gave birth to a child for herself, then what she said to like him should be true, right? As the regent thought, his eyes gradually became eager.

Qinghuan was getting lazier and lazier by him. If she was a cat, she would have meowed out of her belly at the moment.

Not sure if it was an illusion, the regent felt as if he heard her murmur. Because it is extremely light, he is not sure.

It would be great if it was an ordinary person.

Did she say that?

Why do you say so?