Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

Li Hongyuan smiled and said, That's true. I thought I didn't like sweets, but it turned out that the sweets I ate in the past were not tasty.

It's getting late, why don't you go back...to the palace to rest?

Jiang Ning still remembered his crow's mouth, so he didn't directly send him back to Dali Prison.

While talking about snacks, she suddenly pushed him away, making Li Hongyuan slightly stunned.

I'm sleepy. Jiang Ning said.

Alright, you should rest more, blame me for disturbing you for a long time. Li Hongyuan stood up, and when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw some letters on the table, and a few sheets of paper spread out, densely covered with Character.

Although he knew that he shouldn't read other people's letters, but the words were all in front of his eyes, and he still saw a few lines clearly.

The climate here is hot and humid, and there are many mosquitoes. After using the method taught by Ning Ning, the night is really much better...

These few lines caught his eyes.

It was easy for Li Hongyuan to think of a man.

Wenrenzong who was exiled.

Who else would be in a hot and humid place but him?

Who else would call her Ning Ning?

Wen Renzong has a good knowledge of people, and his handwriting is excellent, so Li Hongyuan can still recognize it.

After a rough scan, the densely packed words on the letter paper are all trivial.

He wrote about three meals a day, about the local conditions, and even described the sprouts of the bean sprouts he planted to her with great joy.

The blank paper and writing brush spread out on the table have only one beginning: Thirteen, the letter has been received.

Obviously Jiang Ning wrote him a reply.

Her handwriting is very correct, round and cute.

Looking at her handwriting, Li Hongyuan was a little silent.

Jiang Ning heard his footsteps stop, took the book to look at him: What are you doing?

Li Hongyuan turned his back to her, looked away after hearing this, and said calmly, I didn't do anything.

Jiang Ning looked down, saw the messy letters on the table, and understood: It's not a gentleman's job to peek at other people's letters.

This king didn't read it on purpose. The letter is here, I just saw it by accident.

That's Wen Renzong's letter.

I see.

Her frankness did not make Li Hongyuan feel any better.

It seems that you have corresponded with him a lot.

Not much, about one a month. After all, the journey is long.

My king and him left at the same time, and I have written two letters with you, adding up to a total of one hundred and three characters.

...Because your letter to me is very concise.

The letter you wrote to him is also this detailed?

It's not that detailed.

I see. Li Hongyuan's voice was a little cold.

Jiang Ning is a very sensitive person, put down the book, sat up and said, Are you angry?

Li Hongyuan said: This king just suddenly remembered that you and Wen Renzong are in love with each other, and it is human nature to communicate so closely.

Then you're still angry? Jealous?

So what? He was also honest.

It seems that you still like me.

Has this king ever denied it?

In that case, why did you give Li Yuanyuan the dim sum I made?

When the king was eating, she saw it from the side, and she didn't think too much about it. If you don't like it, just don't give it to me in the future.

I wrote a letter to Wen Renzong, and I didn't think too much about it.

If the king doesn't like it, why don't you write it?

No.

...

If I didn't like Li Yuanyuan, would you drive her away? Jiang Ning asked back.

Won't.

fine.

Jiang Ning got out of bed, walked to the table barefoot, and sorted out the letters, reading them while sorting them out.