Empresses in the palace
  • The warm wind blew lightly, blowing a smooth strand of blue silk, and the blue silk swayed on the beautiful little face of the woman, which also implied joy. Itchy, a trace of perseverance flashed on the woman's face, and she raised her eyes to reveal a joyful smile:
  • "Your Majesty, the concubines have something to tell your Majesty."
  • The emperor's pupils warmed slightly, and he smiled pampered:
  • "If you have anything, you can tell me."
  • For better or worse, he will protect it.
  • The emperor's eyes were full of unprecedented perseverance, An Lingrong pretended to be shy and bowed his head to hide the ease in his heart, and said softly:
  • "Will the emperor be happy when my concubine was diagnosed with suspected pregnancy the day before yesterday?"
  • The emperor's eyes were overjoyed, looking at An Lingrong's flat belly. He wanted to hug the little man in front of him, but he was afraid of hurting her belly.
  • As soon as I read about the child of Heyu Concubine, I had it.
  • "How can I be unhappy, you are pregnant, I am righteous, and you will have it."
  • The emperor unconsciously spoke from the bottom of his heart, and after speaking, he was taken aback. It turned out that he had gradually lost his defense in front of Rong'er.
  • "Emperor..."
  • Stretching out her white and tender fingers and pointing at the man's soft thin lips, stop the man's words, An Lingrong leaned forward and approached the man's warm chest, listening to the powerful sound of her heart beating, her voice was as small as a low pine, but the emperor could hear it clearly.
  • "The imperial physician said that it will take five days to be diagnosed, the emperor..."
  • An Lingrong's petite body trembled nervously at the right time. The emperor noticed that he slapped her in his arms, stroked her back comfortably, and rubbed her neck with his chin.
  • "Don't worry, it must be a son. If the diagnosis is wrong, I will try harder."
  • "What do you mean by hard work!"
  • An Lingrong blushed and smiled unnaturally, her voice was like a mosquito, and she buried her head deeply in the emperor's chest.
  • "What did you say? Little Dongyou, I have identified you."
  • So, if you know in the future that I don't love you, you may insist on today's determination.
  • An Lingrong took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts that should not be in his heart, and said nothing with a stuffy head.
  • The emperor shook his head and smiled helplessly, the little woman was still shy:
  • "Quickly raise your head, you didn't suffocate to death like this, I have to worry..."
  • An Lingrong suddenly raised his head, pointed his finger on the emperor's soft thin lips again, and turned his head to blame:
  • "Your Majesty, don't mention that word, especially to yourself."
  • It fully shows a little woman's love for her husband.
  • The emperor was not annoyed when he was interrupted. His always cold face melted, like a smile from Xiangyang Flower, which slowed An Lingrong's heart for half a beat. In his previous life, the emperor had ever taken off his indifferent disguise and smiled at her like this.
  • "I know your intentions, and I promise you not to mention this word from now on."
  • The gentle and magnetic voice is sexy.
  • Hidden emotions, An Lingrong showed a successful smile, and his eyes looked at the emperor reliably.
  • "Emperor..."
  • "It's hot, you can't bask in the sun, you still have my son in your womb."
  • If he was concerned, An Lingrong refused to comply, and looked at the emperor anxiously and worriedly and lowered his head in a sullen tone:
  • "What if it's a daughter? Furthermore, the imperial physician said that it will take five days to decide."
  • The emperor smiled confidently and let go of her embrace, after all, it was still clear day.
  • "My golden mouth says that it is a son who must be a son."
  • An Lingrong was speechless, and said in his heart that if it was a daughter, wouldn't it be a slap in the face, and he was vaguely looking forward to it in his heart.
  • The emperor took Anlingrong's soft hand and walked towards the Yifu Pavilion.
  • Li Dequan and Qin'er, who had already withdrawn from ten meters away with excellent eyes, saluted one after another.
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