Royal Beloved Black Wife

  Chapter 464

  Aocheng, another year of wind and snow.

  Zhuge Ming stood on the observation deck, staring fixedly at the direction of Mobei.

  The cold wind blew his black hair, and also blew the cloak behind his armor, a line of sassy and heroic arc.

   "Commander... What are you looking at?" Zhang Xiaopang, no, now it's time to call him Master Zhang. On the first day of enlistment, Zhang Xiaopang was also assigned to Team D. He thought he was doomed. Because from ancient times to the present, Team D's casualties have been the heaviest among all recruits, not to mention that Team D this time is more "tragic" than any previous Team D - the disabled, the old, the sick, the sick, Weak and weak, they are reluctant to work as coolies, and being a human shield is probably their only contribution. However, no one expected that Zhuge Ming's intervention would cause such a shocking change in the fate of Team Ding. So far, Team Ding has been at the forefront of the front line, but they have not suffered many casualties. He has grown from a new recruit who was blind in his right eye and has been indifferent to the cold eyes. The fallen prince, after successfully completing seven assassination missions, three night raiding enemy camp missions, and eight strategic command missions, has been firmly seated as the commander-in-chief of Aocheng.

   Zhuge Ming's eyes were deep, and the light from the snow mixed with the candlelight reflected in his eyes, like a star falling into a mirror: "I'm looking at the country."

   Sergeant Zhang smiled: "Do you look at His Majesty's country or Da Zhou's country?"

   Zhuge Ming said: "Zhuge Ye's country."

Sergeant Zhang was stunned for a while, somewhat frightened by his disrespectful remarks, but soon, Sergeant Zhang was relieved. He might not know why Zhuge Ming participated in the war, but he understood that in Zhuge Ming's heart, Zhuge Ye occupied a A seat no one can take.

   Sergeant Zhang shook the feather fan in his hand and said, "It's been almost a year, Madam should miss the commander a lot, right?"

   Zhuge Ming didn't speak, he only looked at the soldiers patrolling the border with a deep gaze.

Zhang Junshi coughed embarrassingly: "In the last battle, we hit Mobei hard, at least within three months, they will not dare to make a comeback without the strength, the commander might as well take this opportunity... go back to the royal court to have a good year. ? It's not far anyway."

  The Royal Court is in the center of Kashgar Celebration, only a seven-day journey away from the Austrian city, which is in time for New Year's Eve.

  Zhuge Ming still didn't speak, or he didn't seem to hear at all.

   Sergeant Zhang secretly sighed, the commander naturally heard it, but he was unwilling to respond. Sometimes he really couldn't see what the handsome man was thinking. He should have cherished the woman who was the dream of every man all over the world as his wife. Why... Instead, it seemed like he was deliberately alienating him?

  After Sergeant Zhang left, Chen Shizi came. He stretched his waist and took out a stamped envelope from his arms: "Marshal Zhuge, family letter!"

  Zhuge Ming glanced at him lightly: "I remember that I seemed to have said, don't show me letters that have nothing to do with the military situation!"

  The corner of Chen Shizi's mouth twitched: "This is the twenty-seventh letter sent by Ruo'er, you don't read it again... When Ruo'er blames you, you're fine, and the people around you will move their heads!"

  Zhuge Ming took the letter coldly and threw it into the brazier.

Chen Shizi hurriedly rushed over, grabbed the letter that had burned a corner, patted the flame on it with his hand, and then frowned: "Zhuge Ming! What do you mean? Ruo'er worked so hard to write to you, If you don’t look at it, it’s fine, but burn it? Are you a human? Why did you have to marry her in the first place? You **** don’t know how to cherish, so you gave it to me in the first place!”

   Zhuge Ming ignored him, turned around and walked out of the observation deck.

   Chen Shizi was in a hurry and shouted: "Ruo'er is pregnant!"

   In one of the most exquisite and luxurious palaces in the royal court, Shangguan Ruo stood in the snow wearing a cloak, stroking his high bulging belly with one hand, and set an obsidian in the snowman's eyes with one hand, and said with a smile, "Okay."

  Fengxian pursed her lips and smiled: "It's really like it, it's like our uncle, it's carved out of the same mold!"

   Narcissus looked at the tall snowman, nodded and said, "Find a painter to draw it! Send it to Uncle! Maybe he feels like it himself!"

  Shangguanruo's lips raised a big arc, her eyes were full of happiness, and she couldn't hide it no matter what, but she didn't know what to think, and her smile quickly dimmed.

  Fengxian was the first to notice her strangeness and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

   Shangguan Ruo stretched out his hand and touched the snowman's eyebrows: "Tell me, has he read all the letters I sent him? Why doesn't he always get back to me?"

Feng Xian and Narcissus glanced at each other, Narcissus' eyes flickered, Feng Xian said, "Didn't you ask Chen Shizi to come back? He is very busy on the front line and doesn't have time to eat, it is even more impossible to sit down and write a letter, Chen It's the same for Shizihui, it's all what the uncle wants to say to you!"

   How can it be the same?

  The private affairs between their husband and wife have to be conveyed through an outsider, which is a bit awkward to think about.

   Shangguan Ruo couldn't hide his disappointment and lowered his eyes: "You said... Does he not like me anymore?"

   "No way! Miss is the most beautiful woman in the world, of course my uncle likes Miss!" Feng Xian patted her chest and said.

   "Really? The lotus seed paste in the past was not as beautiful as a narcissus, and he has been with him for a long time." Shangguan Ruo said in a low voice.

   Narcissus cleared her throat: "Then...that's not the same! She...at best is a palace maid, how can she compare to you, miss?"

   "Then you said, I asked him to come back to accompany me in labor a month ago, why hasn't he moved at all?"

  The two were dumbfounded.

  Shangguan Ruo walked back to the room lonely, unsteady and tripped on the threshold.

   A wave of heat flowed down his legs, which was wet, dyed all over his skirts, and also dyed the snow all over the ground, bright red as plums.

  If Shangguan never knew that childbirth would be so painful, the spine seemed to be chopped with axe by axe, and the stomach seemed to be slashed with knife by knife. It was getting denser and more painful.

   "Where are you, Zhuge Ming?"

"very painful…"

   "I'm not giving birth..."

   "Zhuge Ming..."

  In the delivery room, there are as many as eight Kashiqing's most experienced doctors and midwives.

   Outside the delivery room, there were a hundred people kneeling the most loyal servants of the royal court.

   On the altar, thousands of temple disciples and the public sat cross-legged in the center, praying for the most honorable queen of Kashiqing together.

   The whole world is revolving around her, but she can't feel the slightest warmth. Apart from loneliness, there are countless grievances.

   "Congratulations Madam, you are a little boy!"

   The midwife wrapped the child in a wader and placed it beside Shangguan Ruo.

  Shangguan Ruo raised his arm weakly and touched the little guy's face, didn't they all say that the newborn baby is ugly? Why is her son so white, tender and so beautiful?

  I really want to… kiss.

   Zhuge Ming arrived six days later.

  Shangguan Ruo had just breastfed his son, and both mother and son fell asleep.

She was pregnant in October and gave birth overnight, which almost hollowed out Shangguan Ruo's body. In addition, she insisted on keeping the child in her room, and she was often woken up by crying. look like.

   Zhuge Ming's heart throbbed in an instant.

   He thought that she would always be the squeaking and energetic daughter in his memory, but now, she looks even more embarrassed than the soldiers who have left the battlefield.

   Zhuge Ming came to the bed gently, touched her forehead, and his eyes fell on the face of the baby in her arms.

   The child is too young to see who he looks like, but he is very beautiful, more beautiful than any child he has ever seen.

   Look at the child, look at her again, something in my heart seems to be melting.

   Soon, the child opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a faint blue light in the black pupils.

   Zhuge Ming couldn't help but grinned, "Son."

   He poked the child in the face with his finger.

  The child grabbed it and sucked it up.

   Zhuge Ming was amused, he simply stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms.

  If Shangguan thought the nurse was carrying the baby to change diapers, he asked confusedly, "Is he hungry?"

   Zhuge Ming said softly, "I seem to be hungry."

   Shangguan Ruo's long eyelashes trembled, and a spirit sat up!

   Now, it was Zhuge Ming's turn to be frightened.

   "You...you..." He glanced at Shangguanruo's abdomen, "Your injury is not healed, so don't exercise too vigorously."

   Shangguan Ruo glared at him, snatched the child over, turned his back and ignored him.

   The child smelled the fragrance of milk, turned his head naturally, and opened his small mouth.

   Shangguan Ruo wept while feeding the child rations.

   Zhuge Ming stayed there, for a while, at a loss.

   He knew he had gone too far.

  How hard it is for a woman to get pregnant, he felt it when Ming Lan was still alive.

   As for how painful childbirth is, according to the doctor in the military camp, it is similar to amputation, but amputation can drink Ma Boiling Soup, but cannot give birth to a child.

He had never experienced it before, so he didn't know whether the doctor's words were accurate, but he knew that if Shangguan was a person who was very afraid of pain, he would cry for a long time for a small injury. For other women, childbirth may be a torture, but for her Just go to hell.

   He didn't want to admit that at this moment, he was really distressed.

   "Ruo'er." He patted her shoulder lightly.

  Shangguan Ruo moved in with the child in his arms: "Don't touch me!"

  Zhuge Ming sat down beside the bed with a slightly embarrassed expression: "You've worked hard."

  Shangguan Ruo turned his face angrily and said, "I've already given birth, so what's the use of talking about it? You're not there when you need you most, and you don't need to be there any other time!"

   The sound was a bit loud, and the child was frightened and cried.

   Shangguan Ruo was busy carrying the child out of bed, not even wearing shoes.

  It's winter!

   This is confinement!

   The wet nurse behind the screen finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and said, "Uncle, go back to your room and have a meal first."

   Back to the room?

   Zhuge Ming was at a loss.

   Isn't this his room?

   It was this room when we got married, right?

   Before he wanted to sleep in a separate room with Shangguan Ruo, but they didn't agree, now it's better!

  Zhuge Ming touched his nose and went back to his new room in a depressing mood—a wing room 108,000 miles away from his son's wife!

   (end of this chapter)