The man seemed to be just like me, a little annoyed by his previous reckless behavior. His dark green eyes flickered, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his face. However, although his eyes were filled with annoyance, he did not relax his arms around me. Instead, he looked like
An octopus sticks to me.
"Baby, son, why aren't you here yet? I, your mother, can't sit still any longer." At this time, I couldn't help but look forward to the little guy I hadn't met yet, hoping that he would come forward to save me from my predicament, because
I'm afraid that I might have gone too far and provoked people I shouldn't have provoked.
Although I was afraid, I didn't dare to act rashly. I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, he would notice something and then regret it and not hand over his son to me. That would be terrible.
"princess!"
"..."
"princess!"
"..."
"Ahem!! Miss! Miss!"
"ah?!"
When I came back to my senses, what I saw was Xiaodie winking at me. I couldn't help but be curious: "Xiaodie, your eyes are cramped!"
"Miss!!" Xiaodie said with a blushing face, then gave me an idiot look, and the corners of her eyes trembled like a cramp.
"princess!"
I opened my eyes wide, trying to see clearly what she wanted to express, when a nice male voice sounded next to me, low but a little cold. Then I followed Xiaodie's eyes and saw a pair of cold eyes with hints of anger.
That good-looking man.
Facing such a pair of cold eyes, I couldn't help but shudder. Why is this person like this? He looked so warm just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he became as cold as an iceberg.
"Husband, do I owe you money?" I asked.
He was stunned, "...No."
"Oh, that's good!" I breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Then do you know the importance of confinement?"
Seeing my confused question, he was stunned again, then rolled his eyes and asked: "Why do you ask the princess this question?" His tone was cold, as if he had seen through my ruse. But...
We are smart and sharp-tongued. We often talk about the dead as alive and the living as dead. We are full of nonsense, so how can we let him understand what I want to say? I sighed, and then said: "This
Women, confinement is very important! If a woman does not sit properly during confinement, her body will easily become weak, and when her body becomes weak, she will easily get sick. If she gets sick, she will need someone to take care of her..." I glanced at him,
He didn't have the same cold face as before, "You said..." I glanced at him again, "Do you want a wife who is sick all day long and needs care, or... do you want a wife who is healthy and lively?
Where is your beloved wife?"
He frowned and replied truthfully: "Of course she is a healthy and lively old woman..."
It's just that the word "wife" doesn't seem to be as smooth as it was just now, but that's not important to me. What's important is that he just obeys me.
"That's right! Look at your current behavior, as if I owe you millions. It's as cold as an iceberg. It froze many of my cells to death." When I said this, I was exaggerating.
I crossed my arms and shook my body, causing the corners of his mouth to curl up. He wanted to smile but couldn't. When he was in a good mood, I stretched out two fingers and put one on the corner of his mouth, causing the corners of his mouth to curl up again.
He raised his head and said, "Is this right? You should smile like this to look good. Don't look like you did just now, which was so ugly."
He couldn't laugh or cry: "Wang Fei..."
I was angry: "My name is not Faye Wong, my name is..." Mei Baoer!
Oops! I almost let my real name slip out!!
Well...if I let the prince know that I am not his wife, I wonder if he will regard me as a female ghost and ask the monks and Taoists to take me in...
If he really does this...then I...
I shook my head and looked at Xiaodie asking for help. "Xiaodie, what is my name?" Until now, I have not asked the name of the owner of my body...
"..." Xiaodie didn't know what was wrong, she seemed to be frightened by something, and was in a daze.
I called again: "Xiaodie? Xiaodie?!!"
"Ah?" The voice became louder, and Xiaodie finally came back to her senses, "Miss, what can I do for you?"
"What! What! Name! I! Lost! Amnesia!" I asked word by word, reminding her about my 'amnesia'.
"The lady's surname is Xue, and her maiden name is Yingyi, Xueyingyi!" Xiaodie said.
"Xue Yingyi?!" It's a nice name, I repeated.
"Amnesia?" The people around him were surprised and asked: "Xue'er, what's going on?"
Xue'er? So gross! But it sounds pretty good. I blinked and threw the question to Xiaodie, "I don't know that either, you can ask Xiaodie. I'm a little tired and want to rest!" As I said that, I was very well-behaved.
She closed her eyes and leaned in his arms, pretending to be tired.
"Xiaodie, what happened to Xueer's amnesia? Tell me!" When he saw me like this, he didn't bother me and turned his attention to Xiaodie. When he asked her, he softened his tone and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of making noise.
Same as me.
"This..." She squinted her eyes secretly and looked at Xiaodie. Xiaodie stood there tremblingly and peeked at me. She didn't see the slits of my eyes that were secretly open. She thought I was really resting and had to swallow.
Drooling, he looked at the man calmly and said: "The young lady told my slave that when she gave birth to the young prince, she exerted too much force, which caused a short circuit in her head - one tendon in her head was broken and connected to another.
"
Xiaodie is so cute, she actually copied my words.
"My slave guesses that the princess may have lost her memory because she held her breath for too long, which hurt her brain. You know this, too, my lord. At that time, we thought..." I glanced at Xue Yingyi secretly and saw that she had no reaction.
He continued, "The princess is... has passed away! I think it is probably because of this that the princess lost her memory."
Xiaodie is so talented, and only she can think of such a reason. I closed my eyes in relief and rested against that person.
The man seemed to remember what happened that day, hugged me, and placed a gentle and guilty kiss on my forehead. I trembled, wondering if he was really guilty, why did he say such heartless words that day.
"Slave, please see the prince!"
I remembered a voice at the door, saying: "Get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
I closed my eyes and didn't want to pay attention to everything around me.
"Bring the young prince over here!" He suddenly said. My heart skipped a beat and I opened my eyes.
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
A woman walked toward us holding a small coat. The woman's chest looked majestic and majestic, and she looked like a nanny. So that little coat...
Young prince? Son!
I jumped up from the man's arms and rushed over.
"Princess!" The woman saluted me. I looked at the little bag in her arms and waved to her, "No need!"
"Thank you, Princess!" She stood up, and I carefully snatched my little bag from her hand and held it in my arms. Inside the little bag, my most beautiful son was sleeping soundly, with a small face.
It was different from the first time I saw it. It had grown, pink, white and tender. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but kiss the little face.