"Princess, you are due to give birth in these few days, why don't you take a good rest in the palace now, and why do you go out to enjoy the scenery in the ice and snow?" Huahua was a little confused and said worriedly. He just meant to persuade her to go back.
That's all...
But Murong Feixue just looked far into the distance, as if in a trance, and did not answer Huahua.
Since Ming ascended the throne, major domestic events and diplomatic relations between various countries have been disturbed endlessly. It seems that there is very little time to go back to the happy time of the world. After the war between humans and demons, I was planning to go to heaven to settle accounts with the Golden Emperor. However,
Now that Lin'er is about to be born, he can only give up for the time being. After the master saw that he had ascended the throne and became the queen, he also traveled around freely in the clouds, saying that when his child was born, he would come here to give the child a big gift. Lian Ming's
The same is true for masters. It seems that masters like to travel far and wide, and don't like to stay in one place until they grow old.
A few days ago, I finally ordered someone to go to the Great Yuan Empire to inform my grandpa that he was expected to come here in the next two days. I hadn't known about the situation at home for a long time, and I actually missed him quite a bit.
"Princess? Princess, what's wrong with you? Princess..." Huahua was afraid that she would freeze, so she gritted her teeth and began to call.
That round belly was extremely heavy, and I didn’t know how the princess was so energetic. She was not at all as idle as other pregnant women.
While Huahua was frowning, a tall figure blocked Huahua's sight. Without saying a word, the person commanded Huahua to leave with just one look. He silently took the paper umbrella from Huahua's hand. It was still stable.
Lifted above Murong Feixue's head.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the cold wind slightly lifted Murong Feixue's forehead, revealing her slightly frowning frown. Then she heard her faintly say: "Forget it, the old man is not here today, I will go back to the palace and continue to embroider some children's clothes.
So that the children can survive the winter."
Just as he was speaking, Murong Feixue turned around and was startled by the person behind him.
"Ming? Why are you here?"
"My dear wife, she would rather be freezing in the snow and come to the city to see the scenery without even looking back at her husband. It seems that my husband's charm has weakened a lot..." Long Ming said with a disappointed look on his face.
But when he spoke, his eyebrows were raised high, and he looked like he was asking for comfort. Compared with when his father was the emperor, he was much less serious. Even under Murong
Feixue has always called himself 'husband' in front of him. He has never called himself 'I'. Apart from major world affairs, he never bothers with other things.
Murong Feixue admired such freedom and ease very much.
She slightly raised her lips and smiled, and said to Long Ming: "I wonder how Dao Jun would like me to look at this concubine?"
"Of course..." Long Ming's voice gradually lengthened, and after speaking, he suddenly reached out and took Murong Feixue into his arms. He said with a weird smile on his face, "It's better to see it closer..."
Murong Feixue was a little uncomfortable with Long Ming's intimacy. After all, besides her and Long Ming, there were other soldiers on top of the city wall. It was still a bit inappropriate to have such intimate relationships in public. So she stretched out her hand to push him away, but failed.
Unexpectedly, just as she started to move, she felt a movement in her lower abdomen, and the ball in her belly moved violently. Immediately afterwards, she felt a burst of heart-wrenching pain, which instantly made her fall into Long Ming's arms.
"My beloved concubine, what's wrong with you?" Long Ming noticed something was wrong and hurriedly asked.
