Jiao Xiaoliu was pregnant, and this news was transmitted at the speed of light. Although there were no televisions, computers, Weibo, WeChat, etc. in ancient times, this news spread throughout Kyoto before dark.
Of course, this is all the credit of our Seventh Prince. After the doctor diagnosed the result, before Jiao Xiaoliu could recover, Feng Qianchen had already started to order the servants in the mansion to distribute wedding candies to the people on the street. This kind of formation
There was no need for the time difference between the two of them getting married, and the wedding candy seemed to have been prepared a long time ago.
Jiao Xiaoliu was forced back to the room with infinite depression, and his weight loss plan could only be temporarily scrapped. He sighed sadly, "No wonder I have become so fat recently."
"Princess, you don't look so happy..." Ke Xin's words were a little uncertain. After all, the two masters of the family have a good relationship, and it is not unusual to have a baby.
"Oh..." Jiao Xiaoliu said vaguely. She was not unhappy, she was worried. "You guys should go out first. I'm a little tired. I need to take a nap..."
Keren and Kexin looked at each other and nodded, "The two of us are right outside the door. If the princess needs anything, just call her."
"Okay!" Jiao Xiaoliu actually lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.
The wind blew in from the open window, the gauze curtains fluttered gently, and Jiao Xiaoliu quickly fell into sleep.
At the beginning of the lanterns, there was an endless stream of people coming to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to congratulate them. Feng Qianchen made an exception and greeted everyone who came to congratulate him with a smile. This was enough to prove how happy Jiao Xiaoliu's pregnancy was to him.
Some families were happy and some were worried. While the gongs and drums in the Seventh Prince's Mansion were noisy and lively, there was a different scene in the Prince's Mansion. All the servants were kneeling in the courtyard tremblingly. Shangguan Ruoxin, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, looked coldly.
Smiling, even though it was midsummer, the servants still felt the deep chill.
In the prime minister's house, Bai Ning smashed almost everything in the house to pieces. She hated it! The position of the seventh princess should obviously be hers.
On the outskirts of Kyoto, surrounded by green shades and gusting breeze, a sloppy man sat on a path that led to nowhere, pouring wine into his mouth. "She's pregnant, she's actually pregnant... Hahaha...
"You were obviously smiling, but the tears in your eyes couldn't stop flowing down.
It was obvious that he met her first, it was obvious that she didn't hate him very much, it was obvious that she should be his.
This slovenly man is Mo Lan. At this time, he is no longer as gentle as jade.
At this time, Jiao Xiaoliu, who was sleeping in the dark room, always felt someone calling her name. She reluctantly opened her eyes, and the darkness around her startled her.
It only took a moment for her to react, "Master Wukong, why did you call me here this time?"
"Amitabha!" Master Wukong appeared out of thin air in front of Jiao Xiaoliu with a kind face.
Jiao Xiaoliu felt like she was floating in the air. Despite this, she still closed her eyes weakly, "Don't be Amitabha all the time. If you have anything to do, just be happy. I'm so sleepy."
"It's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided..." Master Wukong suddenly said this, and Jiao Xiaoliu's drowsiness disappeared.
"What's the meaning?"
"Now everything has deviated from the original track. I don't know how to remedy this situation. The donor should ask for more blessings in the future!" Jiao Xiaoliu easily caught Master Wukong's almost inaudible sigh, and his heart suddenly felt
