His Majesty smiled even more happily: "Little Devil, I will deal with you in a few days."
"Hmph, you can see too, I'm afraid of you. When I have a baby, I'll be free and use you as a sandbag to practice. Now let you bully me first, hum."
Shui Lian has been in a surprisingly good spirit these days and her appetite has increased significantly.
Maybe it was the time before that she accidentally said that her stomach hurts a little, and His Majesty was worried afterwards. He asked Doctor Bian to observe the situation every day and made careful adjustments to the food.
The imperial kitchen has invested a lot in this. Every day, it is filled with delicacies, bird's nests, etc., and it can be swallowed by 100,000 or 80,000 yuan a day. She can't stand it and stop eating it.
Dr. Bian couldn't stand it anymore and only said that small supplements are pleasant, large supplements are harmful to the body, and giving birth to children is natural. There is no need to be too nervous, otherwise, the mood will be unhealthy.
So, Shui Lian thought she could save her figure again - she couldn't imagine how fat she would look like after giving birth to a child...
In addition, the most annoying were the plain clothes and gold uniformed guards. One day, Shui Lian suddenly discovered that he was in and out and followed more than a dozen people at any time. Moreover, those more than a dozen people were fucking guys. Moreover, they were not ordinary eunuchs.
He is a real guard.
When I think of being secretly ambushed by dozens of people - just like I failed to escape, I always feel frizzy in my heart.
Your Majesty also made a statement, saying that it is for safety.
She wanted to refuse, but when she thought of Chun'er and Cui Yunxi, she somehow changed her mind and let these people follow her.
On this day, she was alone in Shangshan Palace, practicing calligraphy, reading books, and listening to music. During her nap, she remembered a joke:
Poster: My wife gave birth to a girl, which is very cute. Please help me give you a powerful name for my beloved daughter. My surname is Cheng.
Reply: I miss the Han after becoming a chicken.
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She laughed.
His Majesty, who tiptoed in, was inexplicably: "Little Devil, what are you laughing at?"
She was angry.
My smile was restrained.
"Your Majesty, I want to discuss something with you."
Too careful, full of diplomatic sarcasm.
Do you want to talk about national affairs?
His Majesty asked, "What's wrong?"
"Don't always call me a little devil, the child will hear it. It will hear you call me a little devil in its stomach. From now on, it will think that my name is a little devil."
Your Majesty laughed: Your name is originally called Little Devil.