little son-in-law

After returning to the room, Nangong Jingshen finally calmed down.If he keeps pestering him, Mo Nanjin feels that it will be difficult for him to end. He finds that he is always soft-hearted towards Nangong Jingshen now. He knows that this is not a good sign, and he has warned himself several times in secret, but when he arrives In matters, should be soft-hearted, or soft-hearted, should be worried, or worry.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Even in the dark, he could feel Nangong Jingshen's gaze never leaving him.

Nangong Jingshen, what are you worrying about?

"Were these two little guys here back then?" Nangong Jing buried himself deeply in his shoulder and neck, and asked in a low voice as he touched his lower abdomen with his right hand through his clothes.

He hadn't thought to hide this from Nangong Jingshen at first. The reason why he was able to hide it last time was because Nangong Jingshen didn't even know that he was from the Yueyi clan, and he probably never thought that he could. Conceiving children, so I didn't think about it at all, but once he was suspicious, how could Nangong Jingshen's ability hide it from him for a lifetime.

"Did they make trouble in your stomach at that time?" Nangong Jingshen's hand slid up and down his lower abdomen, and asked again.

"No." Mo Nanjin became furious. It was one thing to be pregnant with his child and give birth to his child, but it was another thing to be asked face to face by him.

"Little Jin, I didn't know at all that our child exists, it is the child of the two of us. I never thought that we would have a child, and it was you who conceived for me. If I could know earlier, would it be us? ..."

"Nangong Jingshen..." Mo Nanjin's words were interrupted by the coldness that slipped into the neckline.

Nangong Jingshen, if she had known earlier, what would have changed?After all, there will be such an ending, the net is too wide, I can't, you can't either.Too much struggle is just futile.That's why I will die to escape.

Nangong Jingshen, what happened or who did you meet today that made you worry so much about gains and losses?

How can this rain stop?When will all of this be settled.

The rainy night was cold and cool, but Nangong Jingshen's body beside her was as hot as fire.

Only then did Mo Nanjin feel something was wrong.

Touching his forehead, it was hot, and he even had a fever.

"Where did you go today?"

"Zhaoyang."

Mo Nanjin counted the time, even if the distance from Zhaoyang is fast, it will take an hour at the fastest, and I don’t know how long I stood outside the door when I came back. It rained heavily this afternoon, and the rain in this season is not as good as summer It was already cold, no wonder his body was always as strong as his, and he was about to have a fever.

"I'll make you a bowl of medicine." Mo Nanjin was about to lift the quilt and get up.

"Don't go, just hug me like this." Nangong Jingshen wrapped her arms around her.

"But……"

"It's really all right, it's just a small fever. I know my own body very well." Nangong Jingshen whispered softly, full of bewitching flavor in the middle of the night.

"You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Mo Nanjin pulled up the quilt and covered both of them.

"En." Nangong Jing replied in a low voice.

The eighth day of September, the eighth day of September.

In Daning, for all princes and nobles with titles, their ancestral discs are not only kept by their own clan, but also kept in the palace treasury, because it involves the succession of titles, and there is no room for any confusion of bloodlines .

He clearly remembered that Rong Jin's birthday was the eighth day of July in the first year of Tongxi.

But why is it now the eighth day of September?

And Uncle Huang obviously knew that he chose this day to come, so what's the relationship?

Why is my heart beating so hard?

That year in northern Xinjiang, there was also a time when Daning's army was fighting against Beiyuan, and his heart beat suddenly.But he didn't have time to think about it, Beiyuan's army had already rushed over, and later he returned to Shengjing, only to find out that at that moment, Rong Jin was forced to take poison and committed suicide in Qian'an Hall.

Xiaojin, why at this moment, you are clearly by my side, but I suddenly have the feeling that I am about to lose you again.

"Is it hard?" Mo Nanjin felt the arms wrapped around him tighten tightly.

"It's okay." Nangong Jingshen relaxed a little more.

"Then go to sleep."

"Little Hibiscus..."

"En? What's the matter?" Mo Nanjin's voice was already a little drowsy, and his work and rest time had already passed by this time.

"It's a little cold, hold me tight." Nangong Jing said in a muffled voice.

"You really are..." Mo Nanjin smiled silently in the dark, why did she look like those two little guys.Every time I get sick, I take the opportunity to act like a spoiled child.

"Okay, go to sleep." Mo Nanjin embraced his shoulder resignedly, and patted him twice.

"Little Hibiscus?" Nangong Jingshen whispered again.

"Huh? Why haven't you slept yet?" Mo Nanjin yawned and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She was really sleepy.

"It's okay, your arms are very warm."

His father told him that he was the eldest son of Prince Yu's mansion, and he wanted to protect the honor and family of Prince Yu's mansion.

The mother and concubine told him that he was the eldest son of Prince Yu's mansion, and he should take good care of his younger siblings.

The emperor's uncle taught him that he is the future emperor of Daning, and he should care about the people of the world and maintain the dignity of the Nangong royal family.

He can work hard to do all of these, but sometimes, he wants to stop for a while, it doesn't need a lot, as long as there is this person, he can have a safe place to go when he wants to rest.

Nangong Jing slept on her pillow all night, and when she woke up in the morning, Mo Nanjin felt that her entire right shoulder was numb.

They all got up, and they were alone again.

The toiletries were already placed in the room, and Mo Nanjin packed them up. He heard the sound of laughing and playing in the backyard, and then opened the window. The sky hadn't cleared yet, but the rain had stopped.Water was still dripping from the eaves, and there was a tick-tock sound from the small puddle on the ground. The air was fresh after the rain, and Mo Nanjin couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The kitchen window was also open, and Mingyue could be seen busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Yuyang was by the well, with a wooden basin at her feet, with two red-headed ropes in her mouth, her comb was soaked in water, and she combed Yunzhi's hair evenly, and tied two small braids.

The two little guys are fully dressed and are chasing each other in the backyard.

Jing Zhi suddenly stopped under the apple tree, looking up at something.Xingzhi sneaked past from behind, and suddenly pushed the tree heavily.The rain that fell from the leaves splashed all over Jing Zhi's body in an instant, and wet the green cloth and filigree autumn shirt that he wore just yesterday.

Jing Zhi looked back at him calmly.Ignore it, and continue to look up at the original place.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Xing Zhi couldn't help being curious, and leaned over.

"There is a bird's nest on the tree, and there are two little birds in the bird's nest." Jing Zhi shook his little head, saying that it really meant something.

"Where is it? Brother, show me." Xingzhi believed in it, tilted his head vigorously, his big round eyes swept back and forth on the branches of the tree, but he didn't see it.

"Where? Why can't I see it."

"There, there, do you see it?" Jing Zhi gestured with his fingers, while talking, he backed away.

"Brother, why can't I see it?"

"Oh, isn't it right there?" Jing Zhi replied impatiently.

Then he turned around abruptly, kicked the tree quickly, and laughed triumphantly: "Idiot, I lied to you."

"Ah!" Xingzhi screamed, and it was too late to escape.

The clothes were also just upper body yesterday.This time it's even more impartial.

"What are you laughing at?" Nangong Jingshen embraced him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Mo Nanjin took a deep breath, it wasn't pain, it was numbness.

"I'll knead it for you." Nangong Jingshen pressed her fingertips hard, and kneaded it lightly or heavily, but it was quite comfortable.

"By the way, has your fever gone?" Mo Nanjin asked.

"En." Nangong Jingshen agreed, and after thinking about it, he added: "It's all right now. Don't worry."

Before Mo Nanjin could reply, the two little guys had already run in the door one after the other.They pointed at each other and complained to each other.

The two looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, one helped to take it off, the other helped to put it on, and they finally got rid of the two naughty little guys.

"Master, breakfast is ready." Xiao Mo knocked on the door.

"Well, I got it, let's go out now." Mo Nanjin agreed, holding the hands of the two little guys.

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Mo Nanjin turned around.

There was an old almanac on the table. When he got up in the morning, Mo Nanjin flipped through to today, the seventh day of September.

Nangong Jingshen was lowering his head, unable to see his expression, the wind blew up his wide sleeves, against the wind.

It will come eventually.