"This is nothing but hard work. It's just making medicine. If you don't want me to work hard, just get well soon."
Bei Ming Changfeng didn't speak, he just held Ziyu's hand tightly and gently touched Ziyu's already slightly bulging belly.
For the sake of his wife and son, he will definitely get well soon.
"By the way, Mom said she wanted to leave the matters in her hands to you, but I pushed her away." Leaning on Beiming Changfeng's shoulder, Ziyu smoothed Beiming Changfeng's hair around his ears.
Beiming Changfeng's health has not yet recovered, and big things have been put aside. He is talking about the fact that Princess Zhenbei is now managing a lot of logistical chores. The things are not big, but they are very cumbersome and require a lot of energy and energy.
She had to take care of it, so Princess Zhenbei told her to push her, and she would wait until Beiming Changfeng recovered.
"Yeah." Bei Ming Changfeng said in gratitude, without much emotion.
Now Zhenbei's battlefield has been completely decided by Zhenbei, and the rest are just some defeated soldiers. The battle in the front is not difficult, and the logistics work in the rear does not require much workload. His mother can handle it completely, without his intervention.
OK.
When Ziyu heard Beiming Changfeng agreed, she conveniently held Beiming Changfeng's hand on her abdomen. She just told Beiming Changfeng about Princess Zhenbei anyway. She had to agree whether she agreed or not.
Promise, with her here, you are not allowed to do anything until Beiming Changfeng recovers from his injury.
"Young Master, where do you think it is at Diyi..."
"ah……"
Beiming Changfeng suddenly let out a low cry, and the hand caressing Ziyu's belly suddenly bounced away.
"What are you doing?" Ziyu was startled by Beiming Changfeng's sudden low cry, and almost jumped up.
Beiming Changfeng was not a person who would make a fuss, he exclaimed that this was...
Ignoring Ziyu's exclamation for the first time, Beiming Changfeng suddenly reached out and picked up Ziyu. He turned around and put Ziyu on the bed behind him, letting her lie flat. Then he squatted beside the bed and stared intently with his eyes.
Holding the Ziyu's belly, his right hand is hanging on the Ziyu's belly. He wants to put it down, but he doesn't dare to put it down, but hesitantly hangs it in the air.
Ziyu was a little confused by Beiming Changfeng's series of actions. Monk Zhang Er couldn't help but come back to his senses after a while. When he saw Beiming Changfeng's strange posture, his nose and eyes immediately wrinkled together: "What are you doing?"
What?" He asked while getting up.
"Don't move." Beiming Changfeng violently pressed down on Ziyu's body, signaling Ziyu to lie down and not move.
The body that was about to get up was pushed back by Beiming Changfeng. Ziyu suddenly looked at Beiming Changfeng with a suspicious face: "What on earth is going on? What are you looking at? Is there something weird on my stomach?"
"
Beiming Changfeng didn't answer, but stared at Ziyu's belly with wide eyes, looking extremely cautious.
Ziyu immediately became angry when he saw this: "If you don't tell me, I won't pay attention to you."
I don't know if it was because of her pregnancy, but her temper was getting worse and worse, and she became more and more arrogant in front of Beiming Changfeng.
"Your stomach is moving." Beiming Changfeng stared at Ziyu's belly and frowned.
"..."
Ziyu immediately looked at Beiming Changfeng in silence.
She thought he had discovered something was wrong, and she was convinced by such a small thing as her stomach moving.
"The baby is moving." He reached out and stroked his belly.