The male protagonist has no heir? Hurry up and get dressed, the pregnant beauty is here to fuck you

Grand Master Ruan Qian saw his grandson's dissatisfaction with Ruan Ah Mi, sighed and advised.

"She is your biological sister. We didn't take her seriously when she was a child, so we gave her to someone else. She's not sensible, so please be more considerate."

Ruan Shian curled his lips secretly, but in order not to worry his grandfather, he still said it.

"Okay, as long as she doesn't do anything too extreme, I will take good care of her."

Ruan Shi'an felt that how could someone as ambitious as Ruan Ah Mi not do something excessive?

"Grandpa, please let me go to the First Prince's Hundred Days Banquet. Grandpa is very old. His legs and feet are still hurting after he returned from Kyoto last time."

Feeling the filial piety of his grandson, Grand Master Ruan Qian felt happy.

He patted Ruan Shi'an on the shoulder: "Then you go early. There are a lot of refugees recently and the road is not very peaceful. Take more people with you."

Ruan Shian solemnly bowed to his grandfather and said goodbye, and the next day he left the clan with his people and headed for Kyoto.

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Kyoto, the royal palace.

Qu Xinyue counted the days and prepared to take a pleasant bath.

Originally, she thought that sitting for a full month would be enough, but Yuan Zhen heard somewhere that sitting for forty days was good for her health.

Even with coaxing and deception, the time when she could take a bath was postponed for another ten days.

Qu Xinyue felt that she had already tasted it.

But Yuan Zhen still slept very comfortably with her in his arms every night...

She was a little embarrassed, but Yuan Zhen was unwilling to move to another room.

If she talked too much, Yuan Zhen would immediately ask her with suspicion if she didn't love him anymore.

Every time, Qu Xinyue was silenced and she simply followed Yuan Zhen.

Yuan Zhen doesn't dislike it, so why should she despise herself?

Today I washed myself thoroughly from head to toe, and everyone seemed to feel a lot lighter.

Shuangyue and Xueyue were waiting by the pool with their dresses, ready to help Qu Xinyue get dressed.

There was a sound of splashing water, and Shuangyue and Xueyue looked towards where the sound came from.

What catches the eye is Qu Xinyue's flawless figure in the water.

Water droplets rolled down the hills.

Wandering along the graceful curves, along the slender white and pink legs, landed on the ground.

It seemed like her figure was even more attractive now than before she had the baby.

She should be as tall as she should be, with not a trace of fat on her waist, not even a fistful of fat.

Even Shuangyue and Xueyue, as women, were fascinated by it.

I even think that if Nuwa created humans, they would probably be just random ideas thrown out by Nuwa.

The princess should be the most perfect work that Nuwa carefully crafted day and night.

Qu Xinyue put on a large peony smoke gauze Bixialuo tube top, and her thin waist was restrained by a cloud belt, which made her look even more slim.

The lower body is wearing a soft smoke skirt with flowers, and the outer cover is a thin gold silk veil that sweeps the floor.

The semi-dry black hair hangs loosely behind the knife-shaped shoulders.

Inside the house, Yuan Zhen was coaxing two children.

After the child was born, Yuan Zhen could not interfere with other people's work, he basically did it himself.

Even once, Qu Xinyue heard the child's whining at night, woke up in a daze, and saw Yuan Zhen quietly changing the child's diaper for fear of waking her up.

After taking Qizhi Pills and Jianshi Pills, the two children appeared to be extra energetic and intelligent even though they were only a month old.

They can already recognize their parents, but the most childish thing they can do is to refuse others to hold them.

I don't even want to drink the wet nurse's milk.

Fortunately, Qu Xinyue's milk was enough to feed them.

When Qu Xinyue walked into the house, Yuan Zhen felt a pleasant fragrance coming over him.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qu Xinyue. Qu Xinyue looked particularly fresh and fresh after bathing.

The skin seems to be full of water, moist and shiny.

The whole body is full of natural charm, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.

His eyes suddenly darkened, revealing hot desire.

Ever since Qu Xinyue got pregnant, he had been very restrained for fear of hurting Qu Xinyue and the child.

Even if it is unbearable sometimes, it is just a taste and some broth.

When Qu Xinyue met Yuan Zhen's fiery eyes, she felt burned and even her face turned red.

"Oh oh oh..."

The two children smelled their mother's scent and quickly reminded them that it was time to start cooking.

Yuan Zhen smiled helplessly, reached out to pick up his sister, and handed her to Qu Xinyue.

The brother who was sleeping with his sister was so angry when he saw his father letting him eat leftovers again.

Qu Xinyue was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing.

She walked to the cradle and gently called her son's nickname "Mo Mo".

The next moment, she immediately received a response from her son Mo Mo, a big toothless smile.

Because his son's eyes are extremely dark, like two moist jade grapes, he was nicknamed Mo Mo.

Qu Xinyue picked up her son and prepared to feed him first.

Mo Mo immediately glanced happily at Yuan Zhen and his sister.

Yuan Zhen suddenly became happy when he saw the extraordinarily rich expression on his son's face.

He said to Qu Xinyue suspiciously: "Yue'er, you always felt that your son was showing off and despising me just now?"

Qu Xinyue pursed her lips and smiled, saying in her heart that she could actually get rid of the lingering feeling.

After sitting down by the bed, Qu Xinyue lifted up the hem of her clothes. Mo Mo couldn't wait to grab his rice bowl and take a big mouthful of rice.

Wanwan suddenly became unhappy in Yuan Zhen's arms. (Because when you smile, your eyes will curve into a crescent shape, hence the nickname Wanwan)

Her mouth shrank and deflated, tears gathered in her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes were full of moisture, but she did not cry.

Seeing this heartbroken look in Yuan Zhen's eyes, his heart suddenly twisted in discomfort.

He hugged his daughter eagerly and squatted next to Qu Xinyue begging for food.

Qu Xinyue glanced at Wanwan and saw that although there were tears in Wanwan's eyes, they were full of cunning.

In the past, Wanwan often pretended to be pitiful to get food, but after the number of times, Qu Xinyue noticed.

On the contrary, his son Mo Mo is more kind-hearted and not as domineering as Wanwan.

Gradually, Qu Xinyue was able to harden her heart and not become soft-hearted just because she pretended to be pitiful.

Try to have a bowl of water every day.

Wanwan had the milk first in the last meal, and this time it was Mo Mo's turn.

Yuan Zhen saw that Qu Xinyue was unmoved, so he had to find a way on his own.

He lifted up the other side of Qu Xinyue's clothes and held Wanwan in his hands.

Let Wanwan hold the other rice bowl and do the work.

Qu Xinyue's clothes were almost all lifted up, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, as if dyed with red clouds.

Yuan Zhen saw the powder spread to Qu Xinyue's neck, and then looked at the swollen white skin, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down.

Breathing is a bit heavier.

The hoarse voice asked in a low voice: "Yue'er, after they finish eating, will it be my turn to eat?"

Qu Xinyue only felt a bang in her head, and her originally pink cheeks turned bright red.

Yuan Zhen saw Qu Xinyue's white teeth biting her lips tightly in shame, but she didn't utter a rebuttal, and secret joy suddenly appeared on her face.

After the two children were full, he burped them one by one, and then couldn't wait to hand the two children over to the wet nurse to take away.

He rushed into the bathroom and took a shower as quickly as possible.

When Yuan Zhen came back full of moisture, he immediately blocked Qu Xinyue's lips without any explanation.

The force was heavy and brutal.

The veins in his arms were tight, and he grasped Qu Xinyue's slender waist, holding it in front of him.

The rough fingertips born from years of martial arts training are restless...