The lights were brightly lit that night, illuminating my father's bright and smiling face, which was far different from what I imagined. Wasn't he locked up? Didn't he suffer a lot? He should be in ragged clothes, pale, with weak hands and feet...hands and feet
!I tried to open my eyes wide.
What I saw was my father's extremely vigorous steps. He almost walked in on the wind. I was shocked at that time. He actually... wasn't lame anymore.
"See you, Your Majesty! Concubine Shu!" A powerful voice echoed inside and outside the hall.
"You don't have to be polite, Mr. An Guo!" Xia Yan raised his arm politely.
I looked at the man standing in the center of the hall with complicated eyes. He was my father no matter what, but I couldn't help but think in my heart, could it be fake? What if he was disguised?
When Qi Xuan saw my father, he was extremely excited and said quickly: "Dong An Guo!"
The father turned sideways and looked at the handsome young man in front of him. He was puzzled at first, and then realized in panic: "It's you! The seventh prince! You have grown so big in the blink of an eye!"
Qi Xuan's transformation was simply earth-shaking. He was once a little beggar, and turned into a noble seventh prince. This transformation is unparalleled by ordinary people.
Qi Xuan smiled and said: "Dong Anguo has a good memory!"
"Hahaha, An Huaiyu, your legs are okay?" Di Qing, a strong-backed man, asked my father with a naive smile.
His father cupped his hands towards Xia Yan and said, "Thanks to King Xia, this diseased leg has been cured!"
Who am I to blame? I have been lame for seven or eight years. How can I say it will be cured? My doubts are getting bigger and bigger.
Rui Xueji snorted impatiently, looked at me and said, "What did Concubine Shu say just now? She said she wanted to dance the sword in your father's place?"
I was stunned at first. The situation was urgent just now, and Xia Yan mentioned his father's old illness again, so I had to say that. Now that my father is here, I thought that everyone would not think of me, but I didn't expect that Rui Xueji
Will be so serious.
Can I show my swordsmanship to others? Sometimes I can’t even bear to see it myself!
"Oh? Concubine Shu wants to dance with the sword?" Pang Xiu was shocked: "The empress is a pregnant woman, how can she wield a sword or a gun? What if she hurts the dragon fetus?"
Pang Xiu attached great importance to the fetus, and was even more nervous than his own wife when she was pregnant. He would not bother to discuss three meals a day, and would often go to the harem to follow the eunuchs and maids who served in the harem to teach them how to serve pregnant women and their daily diet.
Hearing Pang Xiu's defense, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. If he knew that the fetus was a fake, I don't know what this old man would do.
When my father heard that I was pregnant, he was startled for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "Congratulations, Queen Mother, you are pregnant with a dragon fetus!"
The only people on the scene who knew the truth were Xia Yan and my aunt. My aunt gave me a wry smile.
When Rui Xueji heard that I was pregnant with an heir, her expression changed all the time. Her eyes were fixed on Xia Yan, as if she wanted to seek some answers from his face. Unfortunately, Xia Yan had already developed the ability to hide her emotions and anger, and she couldn't tell anything even if she looked at him intently.
Come.
Rui Xueji finally accepted this reality, biting her lip in frustration, and suddenly she rushed to me like she was risking her life: "Back then, when the Xia Kingdom was at war with Fan Bang, I heard that a female general from the Xia Kingdom went into battle to kill the enemy even though she was six months pregnant. I wonder if it was possible?
This matter?"
"It's true, that general is my mother-in-law!" Xia Yan replied.
ps: I posted more yesterday and revised it today! There are only two chapters today. Because my best friend is getting married tomorrow, there will be less posts. I will make up for everyone the day after tomorrow.
