Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

There was no movement in the pool next to it. For some reason, Hu Yanzhang still felt strange, but he didn't know what was strange.

"Your Majesty, don't just chat with King Zuo Xian, our sisters are still here..."

Just as Hu Yanzhang was thinking deeply, Mei Ji next to him pestered him to drink and play with him again, and that little bit of strangeness floated to the horizon.

At this moment, Wen Ya was held in Hu Yanlie's arms. After the man came out of the bath, he put on a large fox fur cloak and took her out directly.

At first glance, Wen Ya's existence cannot be found at all.

"Brother Wang, that wretched maid has expired. Please leave first."

Hu Yanzhang waved his hand and replied: "It's really unlucky. Brother Wang, please go back and have a rest."

After Hu Yanlie left the bathhouse and Wen Ya returned to the tent, she had a dream that night.

In the chaos, a white mist appeared in front of us. When Wen Ya was in it, she heard a smart voice——

"Cen Lie, why are you always distracted? You can't even write Chinese characters. As my slave, you are illiterate and will bring shame on me."

The girl's clear voice was slightly disgusted. When she was unhappy, she waved the soft whip in her hand and slapped Cen Lie hard:

"You are so stupid, why can't you write my princess's name?"

"The word "wen" doesn't look good, and the word "ya" is wrong. Rewrite it a hundred times."

"Remember, my princess' name is Wen Ya."

Cen Lie's eyelashes trembled a few times, and then he awkwardly picked up the brush in his hand.

The way he held the pen was not even enough to hold it in his hand. Instead, he grabbed the brush with his fingers and started writing on the rice paper.

Even though the posture was wrong, this time, I finally wrote the word "gentle" correctly.

At this time, Cen Lie was sitting on his knees in front of the desk.

Three months have passed since he first came to Huainan Prince's Mansion. All the wounds on his body have healed, but he has new wounds because of Princess Jinyang's whipping.

He seldom spoke in the house, and often lowered his head, covering his unusually beautiful green eyes with the broken hair on the side of his face.

However, in the eyes of Princess Jinyang, there was nothing special about his beautiful face.

"Hey, what have you grown up on? Why do you want to be so tall? The clothes I bought for you either have short sleeves or the trouser legs are not long enough!"

"Also, why aren't your injuries healed yet?"

Facing her rebuke, Cen Lie felt very disappointed and replied calmly:

"Are you afraid that the princess has forgotten? I was brought back to the house by you, and I was already injured. You often whipped me with a whip. How can my injuries be cured?"

Princess Jinyang's temper was good and bad. She was the legitimate daughter of King Huainan and was used to being arrogant and domineering, so naturally she couldn't say anything soft.

"Then why don't you use the golden sore medicine? I didn't deprive you of the medicine!"

"No, thanks for your concern, Princess."

When Princess Jinyang heard this, she immediately replied angrily:

"Who cares about you anymore? Don't be so arrogant!"

"If you are not injured well, I will have to find another horse slave."

When Cen Lie heard this, he looked directly at Princess Jinyang with a cold gaze.

He lived to be twenty years old, and he had never been so belittled and looked down upon. He didn't like the tone in which Princess Jinyang spoke to him, and he also disliked her arrogance very much.

"Why are you staring at this princess?"

"Hmph, if you commit the next offense, be careful that the princess will whip you!"

Cen Lie looked at her proud look and wished she could take her to the Northern Desert immediately to show her the consequences of being disrespectful to him among the barbarians.

However, when he thought about leaving Huainan Prince's Mansion, he couldn't make up his mind, and he didn't know what he was reluctant to leave.

"Princess, Madam said, the jacarandas outside are in bloom."

Butler Fushou suddenly spoke up, and Princess Jinyang's expression suddenly turned from gloomy to clear.

"Is the jacaranda blooming?"

"That's right, Princess, isn't that your favorite flower? Madam even hired a painter to have your portrait painted."

The dream scene suddenly changed, and the path became quiet and fragrant.

It was a garden in the Huainan Palace. Looking around, the jacarandas in full bloom were scattered on the branches, like a blue-purple waterfall.

The breeze blew slightly, and the purple buds and stamens turned and fell to the ground.

Not far away, a court painter set up an easel. The painter stood behind the canvas, mixing colors in his hands, and was completing a beautiful figure painting.

The people in the painting, standing under the jacaranda tree, are Princess Jinyang and Cen Lie.

To be precise, it was Cen Lie who was standing and Princess Jinyang was riding on Cen Lie's neck.

"Jinyang, you girl, you are so naughty!"

The eldest lady of the palace stood aside, not interested in the painting. She watched her naughty daughter crawling on Manu's back, and she did not blame him.

"Mom, I'm taller than him if I climb on his neck!"

The eldest lady couldn't help but smile and let her go.

But the painter who was still painting couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Princess Jinyang was really cute and stupid.

She is taller than that man, so she can make that man kneel down.

An hour and a half later, the painting was finally completed.

Cen Lie's legs were almost numb, and his mouth was almost dyed blue-purple.

Just because Princess Jinyang was bored and couldn't move while painting, she asked Fushou to pick the petals of the jacaranda and feed them into Cen Lie's mouth from time to time.

"Princess, if you feed me flowers again, I will eat you."

With these words ringing in her ears at the end, Wen Ya opened her eyes and saw snow falling outside.

Expensive silver charcoal is burned in the spacious tent, and even if you are wearing thin pajamas, you will not feel cold.

But now Wen Ya felt a chill in her heart.

She wasn't sure what Hu Yanlie wanted to do. She couldn't figure out whether he was deliberately seeking revenge or...

"Mr. Yan, it's time to eat."

She just woke up from her daze when she heard Sally's voice.

The snow on the grassland is getting heavier and heavier, and no one is moving outside anymore.

Wen Ya looked at Sally and quickly placed the dishes on the table in front of her.

The food in front of me is different from the previous days. It is not the roasted beef and mutton that the barbarians often eat.

"Who arranged this meal?"

"It was arranged by Quinxi. The king gave all the daily food of the Yan family to Kunxi, the servant of King Zuoxian."

Wen Ya was not in a hurry to eat, but leaned back on the chair and looked at Sally.

"You and Quincy..."

"Mr. Yan, Nu and Quinxi are husband and wife."

Wen Ya asked again: "So, it was King Zuo Xian who arranged for you to come and serve?"

Sally nodded.

"Tell me about what happened to King Zuo Xian in the past two years."

"I heard that he was exiled to Daliang three years ago and became a prisoner. He only returned to Beimo two years ago."

"Well, Mr. Yan, King Zuo Xian was a prisoner in Daliang three years ago. He returned to Bei Mo just two years ago. After returning to Bei Mo, King Zuo Xian's temperament changed drastically and his methods became more cruel. No one dared to offend him. he……"

After hearing the expected answer, Wen Ya couldn't help but close her eyes.