ex husband always trying to get me pregnant

The sentence "same as before" completely drove away Xia Yan's remaining drowsiness. His mind was agitated, and he suddenly realized that after two years away from Beijing, once he returned, Cheng Xi was deep. Clearly.

So, still want revenge? !

Xia Yan suddenly felt as if he was facing a big enemy. He sat cross-legged on the bed, put the quilt under his hood, clasped his hands, blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, and decided that the enemy would not move, and he would first look around and talk about him——

"The night before yesterday, how did you know that I was in the Hushui wooden corridor?"

Cheng Xi began to move the screen and the warm couch, and said, "You want to hide from me and the guards. It's not difficult to guess based on the layout of the palace and pavilions, the location of the fireworks festival, and the guards' shifts."

Xia Yan was startled, and lifted the quilt a little, "How do you know I'm going to hide from you?!"

Cheng Xi set up the warm couch, began to spread the bedding, looked up at Xia Yan, "I'm not stupid."

Xia Yan: "..."

"It can also be seen that there are still omissions in the defense of the palace. I have already informed my father, and I must have given it to His Majesty." Cheng Xi said to himself.

As expected of Mr. Cheng.Xia Yan silently gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

"Hmm." Xia Yan twitched her toes huddled under the quilt, and said a little embarrassedly, "The day before yesterday is Jingxiang's birthday."

Cheng Xi flattened the quilt, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at him knowingly, Xia Yan went on to say, "I have sent Xiao Fang to give a congratulatory gift."

Cheng Xi came to the window and stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded. His figure was slender and very good-looking, "Longjing incense? I saw it when I was helping dad sort out the gift list."

"It's not thrown away?!" Xia Yan suddenly became happy.

Jing Lan is elegant and handsome, extremely talented, and is a rare figure in the world. Xia Yan admires him very much, and he feels extremely lucky to be able to call him Half-year's father.However, in the end he deceived Jing Lan and even his precious son by mistake.He was ashamed of appearing in front of Jing Lan, so he didn't go to the court meeting, and he didn't go to the Prince's Academy taught by Jing Lan, and he was entangled in giving gifts for a long time.

Cheng Xi didn't think so, folded his arms and said, "Dad is that kind of person."

Xia Yan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that he nodded desperately, "Yeah! That's it! It's me who treats the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

Cheng Xi stared at him intently, gradually lost his mind, and then his eyes flashed, and he turned to the layman, "Get up quickly! Get down to business!"

The voice is slightly cold.

Angry?

It stands to reason that it is quite difficult to make him angry with Mr. Cheng's gentlemanly demeanor, but I have this ability, and it makes him very angry.

Xia Yan made a bitter face, and touched her feet against each other under the quilt.

Three years, five months and eleven years ago, Xia Yan was 17 years old, and her name was Tan Yan. She was Miss Sun of the former prime minister of the left, Tan Ying, who had retired.

When he was young, there was no difference between men and women in his heart, and it didn't matter what clothes he wore or what hair style he wore; when he grew up a little bit, he could read and understand some things ignorantly, and began to wonder: he is obviously a boy, why How about dressing up as a girl?

He went to ask his grandpa Tan Ying, and grandpa said that a Taoist priest ordered him to raise him as a girl so that he could be raised safely and smoothly without breaking his family. He nodded and believed it; when he got older and understood more things, he In any case, I can no longer believe that he is Miss Sun of the Tan family, but he has been living in a remote and closed courtyard like a prisoner, day after day, year after year, no one gets close to him, no one treats him well, except Grandpa .

He insisted on asking for the answer, but Grandpa always used the same rhetoric. When he asked urgently, he threw up his sleeves angrily, and said, "If you don't care about the life and death of yourself and your family, then return to your male body."

He had no choice but to swallow his doubts one by one, and continued to be confined in the small courtyard, according to his grandfather's wishes, to be a gentle and quiet girl, but he regretted studying a little bit.

He has never studied serious books, and most of what he reads are storybook legends, but because they are storybook legends, ranging from the world to the trivial, he sees a vast world and countless colorful characters. , the more I hope that I can also become the gentleman mentioned in the book, or the high-spirited knight-errant who wields a sword. alright.

Opening the book, he fell into a sweet dream, closed the book, and was in the exquisitely decorated boudoir, looking at the face in the mirror with slanted steps and brows like willow leaves, the dream was shattered suddenly, and the dark net swept over the sky, covering him tightly. I was imprisoned in it, as if I couldn't break free for a lifetime.

Finally, on that rainy day in the late spring, when the sun was warm and the flowers were blooming, he was completely desperate. He broke down and cried and fled the small courtyard. It was the first time in his life that he climbed over the wall, and for the first time walked onto the noisy and bustling streets of the capital with his heart beating wildly like a flame. , looking greedily at everything in this world, even the cries of children and the hoarse wheels are extremely pleasant to my ears.

Beautifully dressed young men and women flocked to the Qingxi River in twos and threes. He followed the crowd and exchanged his jade pendant for a seat on the flower boat on the head of the Baishi bridge. Laughing and laughing, watching the green willows fluttering and spring flowers blooming on both sides of the bank, my heart is shaking like the rest of my life after a catastrophe.

Standing at the bow of the boat, the goose-yellow gauze skirt and hair hanging down the slanted bun fluttered lightly in the spring breeze. He turned around inadvertently, and the golden phoenix walk that had been loosened from the bun was thrown away. Fei's white clothes lightly tapped on the lake surface, turned over neatly, and landed firmly on the small island in the middle of the lake——

The spring was shining, the young man was tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, dressed in white, his face was like jade, and he had an excellent temperament.

He was in a daze, and raised his hand to touch it. The golden phoenix, which was originally perched on the bun, changed its place, and lay quietly in the palm of the young man in white.

As the flower boat traveled far away, the boy in white was gradually blurred, his face was slightly hot, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

That is exactly the figure he has watched, thought about and longed for countless times in the storybook legend.

After returning home, he was severely punished by his grandfather.

One month later, the eldest son of the right prime minister and the crown prince Taifu, the young teacher Jing Lan, and Cheng Youzhi, the left servant of the Ministry of War, the eldest son Cheng Xi who is well-known in the capital, came to propose marriage to him with the Golden Phoenix Buyao as a token.

At that time, Cheng Xi had just reached the crown, won both the imperial examination and the martial arts examination, played horses and safflowers in the imperial street, and won the title of the gold list.

On the wedding night, he wore a phoenix crown on his head and was dressed in a wedding dress. He stood in front of the window, watching the brilliant fireworks rising from the palace in the distance, listening to the lively banquet outside, and waiting for his coming husband.

Not long after, the door opened, he turned around, and saw the white-clothed boy on the Qingxi River walking towards him in a warm red robe, his blurred face became clearer, and his gentle smile deepened.He stared blankly, and even forgot to put down the hijab that he lifted up earlier.

"Cheng Xi, I have met my wife."

Cheng Xi bowed gracefully, and when he got up, his eyes flashed with the light of fireworks outside the window, then he held his hand, led him to sit back on the bed, picked up the exquisite jug on the small table, filled two glasses, and asked him to hand over the cup To drink.

He suddenly recovered from his trance.

Before getting married, his grandfather said that Cheng Xi and the Xiangfu knew his identity, and the marriage was just a cover.But why is the situation in front of you different from what you said? !

Could it be that Cheng Xi deliberately acted in order to deceive others?

Grandpa repeatedly warned that this matter was of great importance, so he did not dare to act rashly, so he decided to test it first——

Softening his voice a little, he asked, "You don't know?"

Cheng Xi was startled, "What?"

His hand resting in Cheng Xi's palm was sweating a little. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "My voice is not pleasant."

Cheng Xi suddenly realized "Oh", and said with a smile: "So that's the matter. Don't worry, madam, since I marry you as my wife, I won't care about these things, and please don't care about it, madam."

His hands tightened slightly, and he said in embarrassment: "There is more."

"Anything else?" Cheng Xi was startled again.

He took a deep breath and lowered his head even lower, "I...have been feeling unwell recently, and the doctor said it's not feasible for now...a gift for husband and wife..."

Everything is quiet.

His body was stiff, he was holding his breath, and his hands were shaking slightly.

Cheng Xi obviously couldn't find the north, but after only a moment, he smiled generously again, and said, "It's okay, Madam's health is important, let's put those things aside, it's nothing."

Silence again.

Confused, he wondered what this meant?Is the password right?

Yes, it should be, otherwise the dignified Mr. Cheng is too kind and too stupid.

The two held hands in a stalemate, and finally took off their luxurious and heavy wedding clothes when the night was dark. They wore a red silk skirt and red silk underwear and lay down on a bed specially customized for newlyweds with carved phoenixes and clouds, covered with the same quilt embroidered with red mandarin ducks. There is a distance of two feet in the middle, and the peanut longan, which symbolizes the birth of a precious child, is just piled up on the quilt.

The red candle on the warm red incense table was still burning, Cheng Xi covered his hand from under the quilt, and he couldn't help shaking.

"Madam, don't be afraid. I won't mess around until Madam is healthy." Cheng Xi said, "But I am very happy to marry Madam as my wife. I always want to be close to Madam... so let me hold Madam's hand, is that okay?"

These words made him turn back and forth in his heart, and he couldn't refuse after all, so he let out a low "hmm".

Cheng Xi smiled happily, bent his fingers, exerted light force, and said, "Thank you Ma'am."

The bridal chamber was sleepless all night holding hands.

The newly-married life was extremely light and intense, light because he seldom talked and showed few expressions, while Cheng Xi always kept the etiquette, and there was no further intimacy except holding hands; the richness was because even so, Cheng Xi had nothing to do. Unhappy, but tolerant and patient, doubly nice to him——

He ordered the kitchen to prepare three meals according to his taste. After he said that he had a trusted doctor and prepared the medicine, he stopped thinking of taking him to see a doctor, but he would read medical books to learn how to take care of a woman's body in daily life, and provide them one by one. He did it; when he came back from official business, chatted with him about today's interesting things, bought interesting things or exquisite jewelry fabrics for him, accompanied him to the garden or drank tea in his spare time, held his hand and talked for a while at night, and then went to screen him He sleeps on the Yuhu couch in the outer room of the separated bedroom, and the big bed in the inner room is reserved for him alone.

This is the so-called "same as before".

Xia Yan walked out of the memory, looking at the bedroom's same layout as before, he suddenly froze in confusion: What's the use of thinking about it?No matter what Cheng Xi was like in the past and what's going on now, it's always right to try to get rid of him and avoid provoking him!This is what really treats him well!

So, at two o'clock, Xia Yan slowly got up, washed and changed clothes, moved barefoot to the main hall, ate lazily what should be called breakfast or lunch, and once again ignored Cheng Xiai.

"Your Highness, I ask again." Cheng Xi stood aside, glanced at Xia Yan's feet from the corner of his eye, "Which Five Classics have you read?"

Xia Yan seemed to be unable to hear it, picked up a vegetable, looked up, and stuffed it into his mouth with a tired expression.

Cheng Xi took a deep breath, and Xiao Fang in the corner hurried up to apologize and stopped him from asking the fifth question: "Your Majesty Cheng, among the Five Classics, His Highness has only read "Book of Rites."

Xia Yan looked at Xiao Fang in surprise, meaning how do you know, Xiao Fang understood, and explained: "I am usually bored, so I just write down what Your Highness does, eats, and reads every day. .”

Xia Yan was even more surprised, and Cheng Xi's eyes darkened. He observed Xiao Fang cautiously for a while, but finally said nothing, ""Shang Shu", "Zhou Yi" and "Spring and Autumn" are a bit boring, so I read them from "Book of Songs". rise."

Cheng Xi had good intentions, but Yu Xiayan said that it is impossible to be obedient, and it is impossible to be obedient, so no matter how Cheng Xi teaches, demonstrates and asks, he just can't hear, see, or cooperate. Cheng Xi's gentlemanly demeanor, he can't help but burn in anger and give up on himself.

"You don't want to learn? Forget it. I have an imperial decree, I just want to follow the decree, and I have a clear conscience."

After that, as soon as Cheng Xi woke up early and opened his eyes, he began to write the annotations and perceptions of "The Book of Songs" and the practice methods of riding and shooting, accompanied by detailed and vivid pictures. Don't look at it, don't say a word to him, don't even look at him anymore.I kept writing like this until late at night, and finally turned down the lamp and fell asleep on the warm couch outside the screen in Xia Yan's bedroom.

Day by day cycle, night and night, no waves, no waves, neither arrogant nor humble.

Xiao Fang couldn't bear it at first, and leaned close to Xia Yan and whispered: "Your Highness, Mr. Cheng seems really angry, aren't you a little too much?"

Xia Yan looked at Cheng Xi's straight and beautiful back in front of the desk in the outer room, the flowing nib of his pen, and his cautious and serious expression, and he was fascinated for a moment. Be full and confident.

"Your Highness," Xiao Fang said again, "Master Cheng is not eating here, so he won't be hungry these days, right?"

"No." Xia Yan whispered to Xiao Fang, covering his mouth with one hand, "Didn't you notice that he would leave every day for lunch and dinner? Jing Xiang works in Chaowenxin Pavilion outside the imperial city, and Master Cheng works in the military office. Cheng Xi must have gone to find them for dinner. He is very filial and will accompany the fathers every day."

Xiao Fang counted with his fingers, "Young Master Cheng goes out for about two hours a day..." His expression was slightly startled, "Your Highness! He spends more time with you than Jing Xiang and Master Cheng!"

Xia Yan was startled, a thick stack of papers was piled up on the case, and his heart became complicated.

It was night, the bedroom was dark, Xia Yan was lying sideways on the bed, blinking his eyes at the only faint yellow light on the other side of the screen: the light reflected a silhouette, projected gently on the screen, it was Cheng Xi who was sitting cross-legged and crouched. The appearance of scribbling in front of the case.

Even when you are ugly, you still work hard.

Xia Yan curled his lips, unintentionally moved the pillow, and made a light noise, Cheng Xi's figure on the screen paused immediately, then, he lightly piled up the book on the case, pushed it to the candle, and the dim light was immediately covered Many, Xia Yan's big bed was completely submerged in the shadows.

Xia Yan frowned and flattened his mouth, the tip of his nose was sore.

Not long after, there was a muffled sound, and Xia Yan hurriedly got out of bed to look, and found that Cheng Xi couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep on his stomach.After falling asleep, his gentle and refined adult demeanor diminished a bit, and there was a childish and dependent air between his brows and eyes, like a little boy.

Xia Yan anxiously and clumsily walked around Cheng Xi several times, thinking that he really couldn't get such a big Cheng Xi onto the bed without waking him up, so he took the next best thing and fetched a brocade quilt Cover him, stand and watch for a while, then kneel down, lean on the table, put your face opposite Cheng Xi's, and admire without restraint.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face that is neither too much nor too little, so handsome.

But a little dark circles, and a little wronged and pitiful.

Xia Yan stretched out her finger, intending to tap on the tip of his nose, and then thought that maybe she should adjust her plan: Cheng Xi has a temperament that becomes more courageous as he gets frustrated, and if he keeps fighting against him, maybe he will pay more attention to it.Maybe it's best to act as if nothing happened, and it's best to get along with ordinary monarchs and ministers.

Then click one last time, and then get along with the monarch and his ministers in an ordinary way.

Xia Yan made up his mind, held his breath, and slowly approached the tip of Cheng Xi's nose with his finger, and when he was about to touch it by half an inch, Cheng Xi suddenly opened his eyes.

Xia Yan: "..."

Cheng Xi: "..."

The lights surrounded by two-foot-high books shone fiercely on the two of them, reflecting two figures lying on the table facing each other, reflecting two pairs of close and focused eyes, reflecting Xia Yan like a peony. Drunken white and rosy face reflected Cheng Xi's deep gaze after staring at Xia Yan's cheeks, neck and chest, then at knees kneeling, and then at smooth feet under his buttocks...

His eyes suddenly changed.

Subconsciously aware of the danger, Xia Yan quickly backed up, coughed, and said stubbornly, "Why didn't you tell me before you wake up?" She turned and fled back to the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and said in a muffled voice after a while: "Tomorrow, start studying the Book of Songs."

Cheng Xi: "..."

Cheng Xi turned his head to look at the brocade quilt on his shoulders. After a while, he blew on the lamp and came to the big bed.The hazy moonlight poured in, Xia Yan fell asleep, her body was twisted, her right arm was close to her ear, her left arm was stretched out of the bed, her legs rushed in and took a lunge, her hair was disheveled, her lips were slightly parted, and there was only a small piece of brocade quilt on the stomach.

Covering him with a quilt and protecting his feet, Cheng Xi thought, if he had been a little bolder and more indulgent in the past, and dared to cross the screen when he was sleeping, and take a look at this heroic sleeping position on the Luanfeng Xiangyun carved bed, he would have died sooner or later. I knew he wasn't a girl anymore.

Stand up straight, sigh, and smile.

The book is at home, if not, I should write the word "warm" tonight.