[Quick Wear] Puhua Fairy is blessed with a long pregnancy

Sheng Huan had just been put on the bed by Yinsi.

There was a sudden noise outside, followed by Zhao Rui's stiff voice coming from outside the door.

"...Master, someone came from Xinxueyuan and said that Fu Jin was not feeling well."

Yinsi discovered that when Zhao Ruisheng said this, the woman under him paused almost imperceptibly, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed a little uneasy when she looked at him.

Without knowing when, her little hand had grasped the corner of his clothes. She did not say a word, but there was an indescribable stubbornness in her eyes. Tears were overflowing from her eyes, but she held back and did not let them fall.

Seeing her uneasiness, Yinsi couldn't bear it. He suddenly felt guilty and pity in his heart. Her appearance even reminded him of his past self who was also... sensitive.

"don’t worry……"

Yinsi lowered his head, soothing her with a soft voice, and wiped the corners of the woman's eyes with his big hands: "I won't leave."

"Lord Beile..."

The woman was startled when she heard the words, and then her pupils shrank slightly, seeming to be happy but not happy. However, Yinsi felt that she was holding the corner of his clothes even tighter, and although her voice was controlled, a slight tremor could still be heard.

At this time, Zhao Ruisheng, who had not heard any sound outside the door, was sweating from nervousness and continued to test:

"...Master."

"If Fu-jin is feeling unwell, ask the court doctor to take a look. Go down."

The man's voice was no different than before, but it was unmistakable.

"Whoo."

Outside the door, Zhao Ruisheng knew his master's attitude after hearing what he said, and he bowed and left.

Outside Furong Pavilion, Qingduo's heart sank when she saw that only Zhao Ruisheng came out and the prince was not there. Her face looked a little ugly. Naturally, she didn't dare to show Zhao Ruisheng an ugly look.

He asked quickly, "Eunuch Zhao, where is Lord Beile? Why didn't he come out?"

Zhao Ruisheng rolled his eyes in his heart. Of course he was in there. Where else could he be? He didn't come out. If he didn't come out, then of course he had something to do.

But he said in a serious tone, "My Lord Beile has something to discuss with Princess Niu Hulu, so he won't come out."

Although Qing Duo knew the result in her heart, she did not give up: "Eunuch Zhao has told Prince that Fu Jin is not feeling well."

"Yes, but Lord Beile really has something wrong. Lord Beile also said that since Fu Jin is not feeling well, he should ask the palace doctor to go and see her."

Qing Duo's heart died, but she still struggled in the end: "Eunuch Zhao, can you please ask the prince again and tell him that Fu Jin has something important to say."

Zhao Ruisheng's face turned ugly when he heard this. He knew that no matter how much Qingduo said, it was just an excuse. He smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Qingduo, please don't embarrass me. This is the master's will. We, the servants, dare not interfere."

Seeing that he was indifferent and refused to give in, and that the palace maids in Furong Pavilion were staring at her closely as if she were facing a formidable enemy, Qingduo dared not stay any longer and could only leave with a bitter heart.

Inside the house at this time

Yinsi found that after Zhao Ruisheng left, the tension between the woman's eyebrows seemed to relax, but there was still a trace of uneasiness. She was really easy to understand. He could see any changes in her emotions clearly, simple and pure. He hadn't seen such a person for a long time.

"Are you used to living in the mansion these days?" He asked in a subtle way to comfort her.

Sure enough, as she listened, her mind was drawn back to him.

The woman looked up at him, somewhat surprised, with a warm smile in her eyes: "Yes, it's a habit. Thank you for your concern, Lord Beile."

Her voice was extremely soft. Yinsi was emotionally sensitive and could feel that she was particularly delicate when she was with him. This feeling did not disgust him, but was even a little novel.

Out of curiosity, he wanted to talk to her even more, so he asked, "What year were you born?"

As the two talked, they adjusted their postures unconsciously. Yinsi moved his hand slightly and pressed the person into his arms. A fragrance instantly lingered around his nose. In this atmosphere, he actually felt that there was some trace of ambiguity.

"I was born in the 27th year."

Her voice was tender, but her body carefully shrank into his arms, following his force. When Yinsi lowered his eyes to look, she didn't notice, so he saw the woman rubbing her little face against his chest, sniffing with her tiny nose, with a smile on the corner of her lips, like a fox that had stolen some meat.

Yinsi was unusually silent, but he did not stop her. After a moment, a hint of amusement flashed across his mind, and he thought that this man was actually indescribably cute.

"He's quite young."

She is indeed young, seven years younger than him.

"I'm not young anymore, this age is just right." Seeing that he did not stop her, Sheng Huan finally arched into the man's arms, muttering softly.

Yinsi felt the heat in his chest and looked down at her, and felt that she was much bolder than before.

"Lord Baylor."

When she saw him looking at her, she immediately smiled at him. Her eyebrows and eyes were like picturesque pictures, and it seemed as if her eyes were filled with stars. She showed herself openly.

Yinsi's smiling eyes froze, his fingers unconsciously entangled with a strand of the woman's hair, and his voice became low.

"What's your maiden name?"

She paused, her smiling eyes tinged with indescribable shyness. She glanced at him gently, very seriously, and said every word, as if she wanted him to remember clearly and understand:

"My Lord Beile, my maiden name is Youqing."

The seriousness in her eyes was so strong that it made his pupils tremble slightly. He actually felt as if something had come out from the bottom of his heart, and he was a little confused about what it was.

Before he could figure it out, he heard himself asking, "Which two words are they?"

She looked at him, her eyes becoming softer and softer, leaning against him: "'You' means young You, Qing is..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the man's lips curled slightly, his eyes deep, and he whispered:

"But I saw Qingqing on Huanhua Creek, with bright eyes and light eyebrows. What is the 'Qing' here?"

As she listened, her fair cheeks instantly flushed red, her eyes were like water, and her youthfulness shone with a hint of charming and delicate charm.

She uttered a soft "hmm" in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Yinsi's Adam's apple moved slightly when he saw this. Looking at her from this angle, he found that she was really a small ball, just curled up in his arms...

"Youqing, Youqing, it's a good name..."

He murmured, his head slowly moving closer to her, and his hand around her shoulders became much stronger.

As the distance between them got closer, the atmosphere between them became more and more intense.

Sheng Huan thought, it was a good day to harvest seeds again.

……

Xinxueyuan

Compared with the spring atmosphere of Furong Pavilion, Xinxue Courtyard at this time seemed to be in an extremely cold place. The Eighth Lady had a stern face and was furious.

Even the newly replaced batch of ceramics in the house were not spared and were all scrapped.

"Are you really staying at Furong Pavilion tonight?" She took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

Everyone in the room fell silent and trembling, obviously agreeing.

The Eighth Lady closed her eyes and said, "Tell me, have you found out why the Master suddenly went to Hibiscus Pavilion?"

Qingyun heard this and stepped forward, saying, "Fujin, when I went to the garden, I met Princess Niu Hulu, and that's when..."

She paused and said, "That's why I went to Furong Pavilion."

The Eighth Lady's expression turned colder: "An unexpected encounter?"

Qingyun was silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty: "Yes."

The Eighth Lady became even angrier. She couldn't believe that she had been on guard day and night, but at the last moment she couldn't prevent the fate of the two. How ridiculous it was.

Seeing this, Qingyun hurriedly comforted her: "Fujin, Master was only gone for one night, it's nothing."

The Eighth Lady looked at her coldly, making her sweat, and then she said in a cold voice:

"Tomorrow, ask Niuhulu to come and pay his respects."