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The next day, when Meng Jiao woke up, it was already bright daylight. The warmth was still there, and her lips were slightly swollen.

There was a slight discomfort in the fair neck, and the whole person was locked in his arms, unable to move.

I really don't know why He Xuan has such a fetish. It's ok to like women on top, but he doesn't allow me to hide. Now when I think about it, I still feel so ashamed that my toes are digging the ground.

Also, this guy always likes to see her reaction before deciding whether to take it lightly or seriously. No matter how well she agrees, he will continue to coax her. This always makes her feel like she seems to have handed over the initiative, but in fact, it is all in his hands.

Sensing her movement, Zishu Hexuan closed his eyes and moved his palm upwards, covering her back. His fingertips touched the protruding spine and then rubbed down section by section.

"Is your waist still hurting?"

Shaking her head and nodding, Meng Jiao snuggled into his arms and enjoyed the rare intimate moment.

Little Douzi hadn't come to make a fuss yet, probably because he had been coaxed out and was taking a nap, so she wasn't in a hurry to get up.

"It's uncomfortable. I won't listen to you next time."

His chest trembled slightly, Zishu Hexuan chuckled, and reached out to help her brush away the hair around her ears.

He loved watching her sink because of him, and he also loved the feeling of possessing her forever.

Therefore, he was afraid that he could not meet this request.

"Are you hungry? I've been warming up the lean meat porridge for you in the small kitchen."

Touching her shriveled belly, Meng Jiao stretched slightly. Just as she was about to get up, she realized that she was naked.

"I'm hungry. Help me find some clothes."

The smooth touch of last night was still fresh in his memory. Zishu Hexuan's eyes gradually darkened, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her straightly.

"Madam is practicing martial arts, she must be hungry..."

As Meng Jiao's pupils gradually expanded, Zishu Hexuan cunningly sealed her lips with the words she had said before.

The light in the daytime was countless times brighter than that at night. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if she was still up there...

"Bean, Bean should wake up soon."

Zishu Hexuan's eyes were blurred, and his palm had already touched her smooth thigh.

"The eldest and second sisters-in-law came this morning and have been guarding the beans. Madam, please concentrate."

Meng Jiao had reason to suspect that he had planned to choose the end of the alley as the new location for the Qin family's mansion. Really, she had evidence!

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At dinner time, Meng Jiao washed up and sat at the table, only to find that Qin Nangui, who was studying away from home, had also returned to Beijing because of the two of them.

Seeing this, she asked him about his recent situation without showing any expression, but in fact, her hands under the dinner table were twisting the soft flesh on Zishu Hexuan's waist tightly and refused to let go.

Zishu Hexuan was shaking with pain all over, but he still smiled and apologized with trembling hands, and put her favorite fish into her bowl.

Su Yin and Yue Nishang looked at each other at the table, and everything was said without words.

After studying abroad for a year, Qin Nangui has begun to look like an adult.

However, no matter how calm he appeared on the surface, the look in his eyes when he looked at Meng Jiao was still as bright and shining as it was when he was a child.

On the morning of the fourth day after returning to Beijing, Meng Jiao, wearing the official uniform of the Duke of Zhenguo, went to court with Zishu He Xuan.

Although the young emperor had granted her the privilege not to do so, since she had already decided to speed up the process of accumulating luck, the merits of the people were also a considerable number.

The court officials looked at the two people who came to the court one after another, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

One of the couple is a prince and the other is a first-rank female official. If they both go to court at the same time, wouldn't Longqi's court become a one-man show for them?

The court officials really thought too much about this. Meng Jiao said to do practical things, and that was to do practical things.

As long as others don't provoke her, she won't easily interfere in the trivial matters in officialdom. She understands that the world is not black and white.

However, being born in this dynasty, it is inconvenient for women to serve as officials.

The court officials would still subconsciously speak out to stop some of her novel ideas.

Every time this happened, Meng Jiao would thank herself for her famous temper when she was a general. In front of all the civil and military officials, she would scold Zishu and He Xuan.

Usually, one of the couple plays the good cop and the other plays the bad cop, and by the time the court officials realize what's going on, Meng Jiao's goal has already been achieved.

Just like that, five years have passed quietly. The whole Longqi is developing towards prosperity, and the little Douzi has grown up gradually under the care of the whole family.

At the age of six, when other children were playing in the mud, he got up early every day and put on a jeweled crown for himself.

With his hands behind his back, he studied his favorite book in an earnest manner.

With his father's photographic memory as an example, others can only envy the little guy.

The streets were covered with silver quilts, and pedestrians were wrapped in white clothes. It was the first snow in the winter of the seventh year of Longqi, and the high-concentration liquor distilled and purified by Mengjiao was also sent to various border areas.

After making sure everything was correct, Meng Jiao ran straight to the kitchen as soon as she got home. At that time, Zishu Jing'an, the little adult, was still worried that his mother would not be able to drink the warm fish soup when she came back.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the little body was enveloped by a familiar fragrance, and then his dear mother began to hold him and inhale hard.

"Douzi, I miss you so much. Can I tell you a bedtime story tonight?"

Zishu Jingan looked like he really couldn't do anything to Mengjiao, and then he let her suck while reaching out to brush away the snow in her hair.

I hesitated for a moment when I heard her telling a bedtime story, but suddenly remembered something and shook my head firmly.

"Be good, mother. After drinking the soup, go back to your room and rest early. This way, An An can have a sister soon. An An promises mother that you will be able to see An An as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow morning, okay?"

Meng Jiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly returned to sucking baby mode,

"Mother believes in An An, An An must do what he says."

After sending An An back to Shu Yi Pavilion, Meng Jiao received two kisses from the little guy and was sent out in a gentle voice. As soon as she left the courtyard, her smile disappeared instantly and she went straight to the main courtyard to settle the score with the child's father.

Children don’t understand, but Zishu and Hexuan can’t speak carelessly. Douzi is already old enough to remember things. What if he remembers them when he grows up?

The road was slippery due to the snow, so she was lazy and jumped onto the wall using her Qinggong skills. Before she landed, she was attracted by a figure dancing with a sword under the plum tree.

Zishu Hexuan, dressed in black, raised his hand and bent his wrist. The sword energy cut through the air, and the surrounding snowflakes fluttered. It was exactly the dance that Meng Jiao performed when they got married.

This man came back home with me. While I was coaxing the child, he had already changed his clothes and was practicing swordplay.

What he was thinking was obvious, as if the words "premeditated" were written all over his face.

Leaping into the courtyard, Zishu Hexuan also put away his sword in time. He was not angry when Meng Jiao gave him a sidelong look. He approached her like a dog and kissed her cheek.

"Does your husband dance well?"

Meng Jiao bit him angrily.

"The older you get, the more shameless you become. Don't ever say those things to Douzi again. He's so smart that he'll definitely take them seriously."

Holding her hand, he walked towards the room step by step. Zishu Hexuan pursed his lips and pretended to surrender.

But only he knew how much regret he had for not being able to be with her during her pregnancy and childbirth.

It's not like Meng Jiao really didn't notice his thoughts, but the system said that Zishu Hexuan was the soul of the main god, and even if only a part of it was put into the small world, it would be difficult for her to get pregnant if she was not a match of equal luck.

The previous time might have been a fluke before the event, but now he has reorganized the court and has accumulated merits and virtues. Except for Xiaodouzi who could be compared with him when he was born, no one else can catch up.

In addition, those pills of DD were made by the system, and they were automatically invalid for him as a ruler, so Meng Jiao could only pretend to be heartless, so that he would feel better.

Just after the beginning of the year, the little girl born to Qian Kun and Nan Xiao was one hundred days old. Meng Jiao took Jing An to their mansion to present gifts and attend a banquet.

When the emperor bestowed rewards, all the soldiers of the Qin family army were at the top of the list of military merits. The leaders Nan Xiao, Qian Kun, and Yingzi were all given the title of marquis.

At first they were unwilling to do so, but when Meng Jiao persuaded them to help her implement the new policy and go out to train the troops, they were willing to accept the reward and leave her side.

Later, in addition to Nan Xiao, many of his brothers and sisters got married and had children. Every time this happened, Meng Jiao would be the first to arrive at the scene to support them.

It can be said that anyone who is a Longqi person knows that Meng Jiao protects these people as much as she protects her own children, so even if there are many common people among them, or powerful relatives, they still dare not provoke them easily.

However, Meng Jiao did not trust them blindly. She would give them a sweet reward after a beating. Many people said that she and Zishu and He Xuan looked more and more like a couple.

When returning home after attending the centenary banquet, Zishu Jing'an's envy and desire were written in his eyes. He kept staring at Mengjiao's belly and asked when his sister would come out.

Meng Jiao found it very funny, but she had no choice but to change the subject. As the two of them looked forward to it day by day, she herself began to look forward to the day when she could catch up with He Xuan's soul destiny.

One month later, on an ordinary morning,

Meng Jiao got up on time to practice shooting, and Zishu and He Xuan followed closely behind, fearing that one day he would die before his wife.

It’s not that he was really afraid of death, but he had already tasted the pain of separation once, and he would rather die than leave her alone.

If possible, we would sleep in the same bed and be buried in the same grave, and I hope she would be willing to die with me.

As he was thinking, Zishu Hexuan, who was trying to run away, stepped on the heel of Mengjiao's shoe without noticing.

Meng Jiao was caught off guard and could not help but lunge forward. She turned back and looked at He Xuan, who was about to bump into her.

"hungry?"

Zishu Hexuan shook his head and quickly retracted his thoughts to say no.

"You're following me so closely without me!"

Fortunately, I was wearing the shoes with laces used for training, otherwise he would have kicked me and my shoes would have been pulled off.

Thinking about whether Zishu Hexuan had reached middle age early, Mengjiao, who had started to move slowly before she was thirty, secretly warmed up with Qigong.

The internal force circulates around, and there is a slight blockage in the Dantian and lower abdomen.

She put away the gun and tried again. Meng Jiao raised her hand and cut her own pulse...

Seeing her serious expression, Zishu He Xuan, who was standing next to her, looked down at his feet suspiciously.

"Husband, ma'am?"

Meng Jiao didn't have time to reply him. Her pulse and blood qi both pointed to one reason, but she didn't dare to believe it.

She couldn't wait to contact the system to help her confirm the scan, because if it was true, it would mean that her luck had reached the same level as Zishu and He Xuan.

You know, there is only a fragment in her palm now...

DD scanned her several times and finally confirmed with joy that Mengjiao had been pregnant for more than a month.

Hearing this, Meng Jiao calculated the time. It was more than a month ago.

More than a month ago, her wine was delivered to various border checkpoints...

Zishu Hexuan nervously leaned forward and lifted her cheek. Before he could ask, she actually laughed out loud.

"Ma'am, what happened?"

Meng Jiao bared her white teeth, tiptoed slightly, hugged him and kissed him several times.

In addition to what he did, the public grain this person paid every day also played an important role.

"Hey, our little Bean's little sister is here."

Zishu Hexuan leaned over and hugged her waist blankly.

"Yes, is that what I think?"

Meng Jiao nodded, and then she saw Zishu Hexuan's face turn pale, and he bent down and picked her up and walked away.

After looking back and failing to find her gun, Meng Jiao patted him in confusion and asked,

"Where are you taking me, sir? My gun!"

Zishu Hexuan walked quickly, then nervously slowed down as if he had thought of something. When he heard her question, he deliberately stopped and leaned over to kiss her.

"I don't know what to do, ma'am. I'm too nervous. Can you go back to the room and sit down quietly? I'll watch over you, okay?"

Hearing this, Meng Jiao laughed and fell into his arms, raised her arms to put them around his neck and nodded.

This person has been waiting for six years and I thought he would cry when he heard the news, but it turns out his brain simply can't think anymore.

The news of Meng Jiao's pregnancy spread like wildfire, and all the relatives and friends who knew about the situation came to her house with generous gifts to wish her well.

Even the emperor would secretly visit during his farming breaks under the name of Qin Nangui.

However, without exception, Zishu Hexuan treated Mengjiao like a treasure.

You can enter, and you will be tested for drugs and etiquette on the spot...

You can talk, but you can't talk for more than half an hour...

You can eat, but you can't eat from the same dish...

It's okay to ask the emperor to handle the problem, but it's not okay for a minister to make his wife angry...

If you don't obey, I'll whip you with a nine-section whip...

Meng Jiao smacked her lips while holding her belly. Over the past few months, Zishu and Hexuan have become more and more skilled at arguing with ministers. Her mouth is really redundant.

In addition to this butler, there is also a small butler in the house.

Since Zishu Jingan found out that his mother was pregnant with a little sister, he would go to Mengjiao's belly every day to listen.

The way he moved so quietly and cautiously made Meng Jiao want to hug him.

Unexpectedly, the little guy coaxed him and said that it was not that he did not love his mother, but that his mother’s body was not suitable for hugging now.

Meng Jiao could get two kisses before going to bed every night and then fall asleep soundly. But when Zishu and He Xuan were seven or eight months old, they stared at her belly every night with panic because of the little feet popping out from time to time.

He couldn't imagine how Meng Jiao went to war with such a body, but he knew clearly that he couldn't always regret the past.

So he could only be extra nice to Meng Jiao, and at this moment he didn't care whether the baby in her belly was a boy or a girl.

When Meng Jiao wasn't paying attention, he pointed at the noisy little feet and threatened them.

"Zishu, I'm warning you. If you keep making trouble, I will spank you when you get out. You are not allowed to kick me, do you understand?"

Meng Jiao smiled too much every day, and was worried about having nasolabial folds, so she could only make her mouth into an O shape.

I really don't understand where the well-mannered Zishu He Xuan has gone?