After resting in Xichu for a full half month, and after confirming that Junzimo's body was fine and Lingchuchu's fetal condition was normal, the group of people leisurely headed to Nanzhao and played around while walking.
Another month has passed since Nan Zhao
At this time, Ling Chuchu was already three and a half months pregnant, and the baby was relatively stable. Han Xi's war also ended quickly after Xue Country's defection. Everything showed that it was time to send troops to Cang Yue.
In the hall, Ling Chuchu was leaning on the soft couch very comfortably, eating snacks and drinking boiled water. There was a heater beside her, which illuminated her beautiful little face.
Jun Zimo walked in dressed in snowflakes, untied his white cloak and handed it to Mr. Liu who was aside. Then he walked up to Ling Chuchu with a smile, grabbed the unfinished snack from her hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.
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"How about it?"
Ling Chuchu reached out and patted the remaining snowflakes on his head, and asked lazily.
"The situation at Han Xi's side is not stable enough. We still need our troops to guard there. In about half a month, we can transfer back the Snow Country's troops. They have rested and returned to China first. So, after the year, we can smoothly
The troops have been sent out”
Jun Zimo did not touch Ling Chuchu, but put his cold hand on the stove. Until it was warm enough, he reached out and gently touched Ling Chuchu's slightly bulging belly.
"Well, sending troops after the New Year will allow those officers and soldiers to go home and celebrate the New Year. It may also be their last New Year."
Anyway, there's no rush for a day or two. It's freezing cold now, and it's inconvenient to do anything. We really have to send troops. Food and accommodation are still a problem. When spring starts after the new year, the weather will be milder, and it will be more suitable for sending troops.
"Chu Chu, can you please not go to the army this time until after the new year? You should be more than five months pregnant and have a big belly. I will be worried."
Jun Zimo stood up, sat on the soft couch, and began to gently rub her calves to relax her. He is an absolutely good husband.
"No, you don't have to worry about me being there if you go. Even if I don't do anything, I can still act as a deterrent."
Ling Chuchu simply sat on his lap, nestled into his arms, touched the face that countless women coveted, and decisively refused
If it were other countries, she could safely raise her baby in the palace. After all, her man had already had five hundred years of skill, which was more than enough to deal with people in the human world. But Song Jing had too many conspiracies and tricks. Who knows?
What other dirty tricks will he use? Maybe his man will become soft-hearted and end up paying for himself.
"Okay, then you can only watch and not do anything. Otherwise, I will just let you lie down on the bed and not be able to get out of the bed."
Jun Zimo knows his woman's temperament very well. Once she decides something, even the Emperor and I can't change her mind. He is not willing to separate from her. It will be easy to win Cang Yue anyway, so he doesn't need to worry.
too much
"Huh, it depends on whether you have the skills, right? Are you practicing the swordsmanship I taught you before?"
The weather has been really cold recently, and practicing martial arts in the middle of the night is hard, so she always sleeps very late before getting up. By the time she gets up, the man has already gone to court, so she has never seen him practice swordsmanship with her own eyes.
Giving him martial arts skills is her promise to him. Of course, she also hopes that her man will become stronger and stronger, preferably one day, he will be stronger than her.
"Yes, how about I show you the dance in two days when the snow stops?"
Jun Zimo rubbed her rosy little face affectionately, and kept stroking her belly with his big hands. He looked satisfied with this kind of life. He had always imagined that he would have his beloved, have children, and have a happy family.
Sitting together happily, chatting casually
"Well, by the way, I heard that Han Xi's second prince died in the battle, and the emperor and queen also died in the hands of Prince Na Yong. Isn't Han Wuque the only one who can inherit the throne?"
Thinking of the news I just heard from Manager Liu, I felt a little sad. After all, Han Wuque's relatives had all gone at once, and I was afraid that he would feel bad too.
"Well, Han Xi didn't have many princes to begin with, and now only Han Wuque is left. Naturally, he can only inherit the throne. However, he doesn't seem to be interested in political affairs. The flying pigeon letter he received this morning, he wants to send Han Xi to the throne.
Directly merging into Nanzhao is probably because he knows your wish to unify the world and doesn't want to embarrass you."
Jun Zimo explained the current situation of Han Xi to the person in his arms one by one, without any hesitation because she was a woman.
Han Wuque did this, perhaps not only because Nan Zhao sent troops unconditionally this time, but also because the woman in his arms wanted to come. The man in blue was just like him, he was also infatuated, but he was luckier.
"That's good. It also saves me from wasting my time mentioning this to him. Zi Mo, Han Xi's vitality will definitely be severely damaged after this civil strife. You should discuss it with your father and see how to support him. After all, Han Wuque has already spoken.
, Han Xi will belong to Nan Zhao sooner or later, and we can’t treat the people there badly."
Ling Chuchu's eyes were a little distant. Although he had conquered the two countries without spending a single soldier, when he thought of Han Xi's war, the soldiers who were killed and injured still inevitably started to catch up. Maybe this was the birth of a child.
The difference is that she had no children. In the past, she had never cared about the life and death of the people in this world.
"Well, I have discussed this matter with my father today. The money allocated to Cang Yue for disaster relief this year has been withheld by me, and it can be allocated directly to Han Xi for emergency purposes."
Jun Zimo's low and sexy voice slowly sounded over Ling Chuchu's voice, as if it had a hypnotic effect, making her blink sleepily.
"I wrote a letter to Han Wuque and put it on your desk. Send someone to help me pass the letter to him."
The big eyes had been closed, and the small body also rubbed into Jun Zimo's arms. After finishing what he wanted to say, he immediately fell asleep without caring about anything.
Jun Zimo lowered his head and placed a kiss on her bright red mouth. After adjusting her to a more comfortable position, he picked up the thick blanket placed aside and covered her body.
Then, looking at the sleeping person, the corners of his mouth rose, and a happy smile instantly bloomed on the face that looked like a god...