end of time

Lucinda yawned softly.

Although there was little movement and she covered her mouth with her hand, Thranduil, who was sitting beside her, still noticed it.

"tired?"

"Fortunately."

They are sitting quietly on the special seats at the moment, watching the dancing and feasting of the subjects not far away, and the laughter and laughter under the stars year after year.

A Zhongzhou proverb goes: Wherever there are forest elves, everyone can sing, dance and feast. (Don't believe me, I made it up)

"Let's go back when we're tired and let them play by themselves."

It was a bit cold, but the hall was covered with thick cashmere carpets, and the fire in the fireplace was burning warmly, so there was no need for extra overcoats and thick robes.

In private, Lucinda likes to throw some big pillows or cushions on the ground, and when she is free, she just leans on them without any image, reading or eating to pass the time.Over time, Thranduil also liked this relaxed way, especially when they were alone.

Just like this moment.Leaning on the cushion, he was leisurely flipping through a book he hadn't seen for a long time, holding Lucinda on his chest, and unconsciously playing with her loose red hair.And she concentrated on peeling the grape skins, and then put all the pulp in the crystal bowl aside.

The room is gradually filled with the refreshing and sweet smell of fresh grapes.

Lucinda's original favorite was the sweet and sweet "Sweeters", but recently she has fallen in love with "Sauwai".It may be because of the climate, he ate endlessly all day long, so that every time Thranduy kissed her, he could feel the sour and cool taste.

"Sauwai is so delicious?" After glancing at the pile of exquisitely carved flesh, Thranduy began to feel his teeth ache again.

"It's pretty good." Lucinda picked one up and handed it to his lips. "Here, try it. If you're used to something too sweet, change the taste."

Thranduil held the pulp in his mouth, and it was cool and refreshing as expected, icy sweet and slightly sour.

"Well, I don't like sour food."

"Picky eater." Lucinda picked up the grapes in the bowl and ate them.In a moment of bad humor, he backhanded and wiped all the juice left on his fingers onto Thranduil's lips.

"Hey, try again, the taste is actually pretty good~~~"

Thranduy subconsciously licked the corners of his lips. The smell made him so sore that his eyes narrowed immediately. Looking at the mischievous smile on his wife's face, he hooked the corners of his lips, threw the scroll and pulled her over to kiss her. .

"Come and taste together."

asshole!Her Majesty the Queen, who had no time to dodge, swallowed a word before she could utter it.

With great difficulty, he let her go, lying on the comfortable pillow, the corners of his lips curled up triumphantly, and he squinted at her provocatively. He looked like a big golden-haired cat who had stolen something.

Lucinda almost held her breath, lay on his chest and frowned and stared at him, secretly regretting that she shouldn't have brought it on herself.

"Who is used to your problems?" She asked dissatisfiedly as she picked grapes to eat one by one.

He smiled, his slender fingers twirling her smooth long hair round and round.

"Natural." He licked his lips again, "You're right, it tastes good." He smiled lowly.

She glanced at him, then put another one in her mouth.

Yashno knocked on the king's door at this time: "Your Majesty."

It's time for the doctor's monthly check-up.

"Wait a minute." Lucinda raised her voice and got up to open the door.

"Hiss..." She turned her head, but her long bright red hair was wrapped around the piece of mithril embedded with white crystals at Thranduy's waist.She stretched out her hand to untie it, but she couldn't untie it no matter what. Instead, she tore off his unfit robe, revealing a small piece of beautiful and firm chest.

"Oh, you can help me solve it."

Seeing his wife's anxious look, the blond king suddenly missed her blushing to the tips of her ears, and stretched out his hand to tear off the red-haired elf and hug her full.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Thranduy held back his laughter, resisted Lucinda's struggle, and called out in a low voice: "Come in. The door is open."

Lucinda was embarrassed.

"what are you doing!"

"Don't make trouble."

This is what Yashno saw when he walked into the room—their handsome king was lazily leaning against the fireplace with his queen in his arms, his silver and snow-colored robes stretched all over the floor, his golden hair and red long hair Hair tangled into dazzling rivers.Such a picture scroll made the elf doctor, who had always been ascetic, couldn't help being stunned.

Thranduy stretched out his hand to him: "Isn't it just a routine inspection, hurry up."

This physician named Yashno is quite famous in the kingdom. He has a unique set of pulse signals from the East, which has won the trust of the royal family.

"Your Majesty's good health is the blessing of the kingdom."

Thranduil kept staring at the elf covering his face in his arms, with a narrow smile in his eyes, but only raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Your Majesty the Queen..." Yashno switched fingers on Lucinda's wrist several times, as if he was confirming something carefully, and did not speak for a while.

Only then did Thranduy turn his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong..." Yashno nodded, leaving the two elves who were sticking together, and bowed politely aside, "This is really a happy event for the whole kingdom."

"Ah?" The two spirits raised their heads at this moment, both puzzled.

"Your Majesty, don't you know..." Yashno was a little surprised, he smelled a sweet and sour smell in the hall, ah, Sowai... no wonder...

"Your Majesty, you are pregnant with our country's heir..."

Gah!

"Really?" Lucinda couldn't believe it.

"Here?" Thranduy turned his head to look at his wife's flat stomach, his eyes widened.

What did I lie to you for?Yashno was helpless: "Your Majesty, do you like to eat sour food recently?

……

Looking at the grapes in the crystal bowl, Thranduil and Lucinda exchanged glances.

silent.

"That's right." The elderly doctor walked to one of the tables, "I have to write down the precautions..."

"Is there anything to be especially careful about?" Thranduil asked.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's nothing. After all, we elves are different from humans." Yashno wrote while writing, "However, in order to take care of His Majesty's mood and mood, His Majesty can follow her a little more..."

……

Lucinda glanced sideways at him and smiled smugly.

The scene in the king's bedroom changed visibly the next night.

Lucinda was still relying on His Majesty's strong and flexible chest, and she was reading a human novel with relish.And Thranduy pursed the corners of his lips, peeled off the skins of Sowai one by one, and removed the seeds extremely carefully, doing a better job than any other maid.

"Lucy..."

She changed a more comfortable position in his arms: "Hey, there's a good passage here, I'll read it to you..."

"Can I stop peeling?"

"Is there more than half a bowl?"

"..."

"Go on, good boy..."

"When will this day of peeling grape skins every day be the end..."

One day the prime minister's family visited, and a small banquet was held in the palace. Before the queen came, the king couldn't help but lamented to the two elders who had grown up watching him.

Mrs. Doris, who was laughing and talking to Ernest, immediately slanted her eyes when she heard this.

"Your Majesty, the feelings for our little Highness are not yours."

Stretching out her jade hand, she pointed at Lucinda's round belly who was slowly walking over with the help of the maid.

"Isn't it just peeling a grape? If you can walk like Lucy for a year, I'm sure she will peel it for you every day."

Thranduy was stunned for a second, then hurried up to pick up Lucy, and helped her walk slowly.

"My lord, madam, what are you talking about?" Lucinda asked curiously.In the seventh month of her pregnancy, her cheeks were much plump, her skin was snow-white, her lips were rosy, and her beautiful face had a pair of blue eyes shining like emerald-like green leaves in spring.

"I'm talking about the little spring I watched growing up, and now I'm going to be an ada." Mrs. Doris smiled, got up and pulled Lucinda to sit beside her, "Come on, tell me, how are you doing recently? "

"How about what?" Lucinda didn't know why.

"This little thing here!" Mrs. Doris was speechless for the younger generation, "Did you kick you at night? Was it a big deal? Do you think it will be a little prince or a little princess?"

"No..." Lucinda blinked, "I just feel like I'm carrying a burden, so I have to be more careful when walking..."

"Who said there are no more..."

Hearing Doris, Lucinda, and even Ernest immediately turned to the king who was still peeling grapes for his wife.

"you know?"

"In the middle of the night, I touched..." Thranduil said while removing the seeds from the grapes, a little upset, "That little bastard kicked you, you may be in pain, you frowned, you didn't wake up... "

"What are you doing up in the middle of the night?" Lucinda asked in surprise.

"I..." Thranduy paused for a second, his face turned red strangely, and he didn't say anything.

Lucinda became more and more curious: "You are..."

"Hehe..." Ernest, who had been drinking for a long time, finally couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Doris pursed her lips and just smiled: "My lord, don't ask him... about this..." She glanced at her husband, "He did it back then."

"Hey, Seran, do you think what Madam said is true?" Lucinda asked her husband at the side while eating the soy raisins specially given by Doris this evening, "I really can't tell, oh Lord Nestor... such a mature and prudent person can be so funny..."

"Lucy, you don't have to change your way of laughing at me..." Thranduil looked at him helplessly.

"Pfft..." She looked at his slightly pursed lips, and couldn't help pinching his face, "It's so cute... I don't sleep in the middle of the night and touch my stomach to play..."

"Who's playing..." Thranduil lowered his eyes unnaturally, stared at her for a long time, and couldn't help reaching out to touch her belly, "I'm just curious, is there really a beautiful elf here? How dare you kick you... kicked you many times..." His face darkened, "I don't like it..."

"How dare you..." Lucinda frowned, reaching out to pinch his ear, "My child, how dare you not like..."

"I heard that it is very hard for women to give birth, and the pain will be terribly painful..." Thranduy held her hand, hugged her, narrowed his eyes and said word by word, "If you dare to hurt you again, I will kill you Toss it in the orc den!"

"How dare you!" Lucinda was angry and funny, and pinched his ears, "If you dare to throw it in the Oak Nest, it will wait for the study room where it will sleep for 100 years."

"..."