Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

Because, Li An actually felt that the woman in the private seat on the second floor was very different from the young master the lord brought back three years ago.

impossible!

Although the lord has never explained the origin of the young master in detail, no matter how outrageous it is, the mother of the young master cannot be from Luoyang.

After all, I heard from the secret guard that the young master was brought back from Jinzhou.

"Brother Li An, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay, just keep listening to the book."

Li An turned around and sat down again.

But those eyes became more and more confused and doubtful. From time to time, he turned back and looked at the charmingly smiling woman on the second floor. The more he looked at her, the more he looked like her.

Could it be that the young master's mother...is not a Jinzhou woman?

But since she is not a humble girl from a small family or a country girl, why doesn't the lord bring her back to Youzhou and bring her into the house?

Wen Ya was on the second floor, so she felt Li An's gaze. At first, she thought the man knew her, or the original owner.

But gradually, the number of times he looked back became too frequent, and Wen Ya knew that that person was probably a deceiver!

Seeing that the person is tall and looks like a human being, he won't even wink at him.

"What are you looking at?"

Cui Ying glanced downstairs. Several tables were filled with elderly officials, among whom there was only one slightly younger man, probably a military general.

"Oh, nothing."

Wen Ya replied perfunctorily.

A glint flashed in Cui Ying's eyes. He always felt that Wen Ya really liked him sometimes, for example, wholeheartedly and seemed to be eager to marry him.

But sometimes, he wasn't sure.

For example, now, he could feel Wen Ya's distraction and perfunctory attitude.

Li An downstairs, when he looked back, he saw the girl and the man, peaceful and quiet for a while, and the atmosphere between the two seemed like no one could get in.

A talented man and a beautiful woman are so matched that no one can tear them apart.

She was so similar to the young master, but she was so affectionate with another man. Li An felt particularly unhappy when he saw her.

"You must be possessed!"

The man couldn't help but curse, and then stopped looking at the unpleasant scene on the second floor.

*

Half a month later, an uninvited guest came to an inn in the capital city of Luoyang.

Surprisingly, there were no servants guarding the door of the luxurious wing, but there were three beautiful girls standing at the door.

Taking a closer look, there was an old bustard among them.

The scent of tea lingers in the air, and the man sitting on the soft couch holds a cup of tea in his hand, which feels very comfortable.

That man was wearing a moon-white robe with gold edges and a roll of auspicious clouds. The pressure around him was extremely low, and it was so cold that no one dared to approach him.

It was Huan Yan.

This trip to Luoyang was not told to many people. It was just to visit a famous doctor. His low-key whereabouts did not alert the officials in Luoyang city.

When the white-haired Doctor Xiao opened the door and walked in, his breathing stopped subconsciously.

He shook a handful of creaking old bones to kneel down, and said in a trembling old voice:

"I am here to see Lord Huan."

"Uncle Xiao, there is no need to be polite."

Huan Yan's face was calm, and although his body was enduring tremendous pain, there was no hint of vulnerability in his tone.

After receiving the order, Dr. Xiao slowly stood up with his trembling legs.

He cautiously checked Huan Yan's pulse again, then frowned and checked the pulses in both hands. After a while, his heart fell back into his stomach.

"Sir, the mute disease in your throat has been completely cured, but in your body... I am afraid that you were fed tiger and wolf medicine before, and if you have not been able to relieve it, I am afraid that it will damage your fertility and longevity..."

As Doctor Xiao continued to talk, cold sweat even broke out on his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe it before continuing.

"It's just that solving the problem by yourself is just a drop in the bucket. I have been working in the Taiyuan Hospital for most of my life, and this is the first time I have encountered a situation like yours."

"You are misogynistic, and there is no better treatment method at the moment. You can only take more medicine to calm the heat, but... the reconciliation of yin and yang is still the best treatment method."

Dr. Xiao was originally the personal doctor of the previous head of the Huan family, Huan Yan's father Huan Zhong. He later followed Huan Zhong and stayed in Luoyang for a few years before being arranged by Huan Zhong to enter the palace as an imperial doctor.

I thought that after Huan Zhong died, he would never have the chance to see anyone from Youzhou again in his life, but he didn't expect that Huan Yan would find him when he was about to retire.

Most of the men in the Huan family were obsessed with beauty. When Huan Zhong was young, there was no room for women in the backyard. Even if he went to the battlefield, he had to take the women with him.

But the son he gave birth to was a weird one. He was actually misogynistic? !

He held it all in, and he was so angry that he kept having nosebleeds many times, but he never sought relief from a woman.

When Dr. Xiao finished speaking, Huan Yan was speechless and silent, with no expression on his face. The cold air in the room seemed to be condensed.

After a while, Huan Yan said slowly: "Yes, Uncle Xiao, this junior understands."

The man's voice was low. When Doctor Xiao saw this, he didn't say much. He was afraid that the people in front of him would have already figured out what was serious or serious, so he could only leave with the medicine box.

Huan Yan was the only one left in the room, and Dr. Xiao was the last straw for him. Even he made the diagnosis like this...

It is enough to prove that apart from the harmony of yin and yang, his body may not have much time left if it continues like this. Especially recently, he has had more and more nosebleeds.

But in the past three years, Huan Yan has been disgusted when he saw a woman's face, and since it was about the power he held, he couldn't let anyone know his weakness.

As he gradually thought about it, his nose began to bleed. He looked down at the blood on the ground. This month, it had happened many times.

I finally made a decision in my heart.

"Come in, everyone."

After the door was pushed open again, it was the madam and prostitute who had been guarding the door.

Huan Yan didn't say a word, but the aura around him made even the madam, who had met many dignitaries, tremble in his legs.

"You should know the rules when you come into this room!"

The man was taking off his clothes and talking to the madam.

With a faint smile on his lips, his gaze passed over the prostitutes' cheeks without stopping, but that glance also made several experienced prostitutes tremble with fear.

"I know, I know, but, sir, you are really sure that you want Mei Xiang, Lan Xiang, and Zhu Xiang to serve you together. There are only three of you at once this time. I'm afraid it won't be enough..."

As Huan Yan took off his clothes neatly, the madam couldn't help but gasp before she finished her flattering compliments!

Just because the man in front of me had dense black writing on his chest, as well as various whip marks.

God, it's really scary. There's no good skin left on him.

That's all, you're not an old lady, I'll take care of you.

"What do you say?"

Several people in Hongxiang Garden were frightened by Huan Yan's sinister arrogance. They didn't dare to breathe, and their breathing became lighter and lighter.

"Okay, okay, the three of you are here, and you have to serve me. I won't say much, old lady."

When the old bustard sees this, if he doesn't leave now, then he will leave!

This gentleman doesn't seem to be easy to mess with, and thanks to the large amount of money he provided, it's not me who suffers anyway. The three signboards in the store may wish themselves well.