Prince Regent's husband

On the endless desert, there are scattered wreckages of soldiers, fierce barbarians besiege the few soldiers, and the people in the middle are crumbling.

The man turned around, and it was Jun Xie who was covered in blood...

"My lord—"

With a loud cry, Jiang Yanshu woke up from his dream, his big eyes were at a loss.

There was a rustling sound at the door, and soon Ziqi came in, and saw Jiang Yanshu shivering on the bed.

Hurry up and coax Jiang Yanshu, "Princess is fine, it's fine."

Hearing Ziqi's question, Jiang Yanshu's absent-minded eyes gradually returned to his senses. He eagerly held Ziqi's hands, bit his lower lip tightly and said, "I dreamed that the prince was besieged..."

"Princess, you are having a nightmare, and your lord is fine. The letter that just arrived a few days ago, Wang Ting will be able to write down soon..." Ziqi whispered softly, picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Jiang Yanshu's temples.

"Really?" Jiang Yanshu stared blankly at Ziqi, unable to tell whether the Ziqi in front of him was a real person or a dream.

"Really, princess, don't worry, now you mainly take care of the little prince in your belly, the prince is safe there."

Ziqi deliberately lowered his voice, Jiang Yanshu's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and his eyelids closed after a while.

Had a nightmare in the first half of the night, but slept through the second half of the night until dawn.

When Jiang Yanshu woke up, there was a sudden pain in the back of his head. It was best not to take medicine during pregnancy, but he just endured it abruptly.

He propped his chin, frowning into a bitter face.

"Why did I have a nightmare last night? Did something really happen to the prince?"

The oriole let out a hey, and ate a few more melon seeds with its pointed beak in the blink of an eye.

"Yanyan, you are too worried. The prince is fine. According to the news from the white fox, the royal family of the barbarians has been wiped out, and the prince will return in triumph within a few days."

"Am I really thinking too much?"

"of course."

Even if Huang Ying said so, Jiang Yanshu still felt uneasy, but the morning sickness that followed made him less concerned about Junxie.

After a morning sickness, Jiang Yanshu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. After finally feeling better, the servant brought fish soup again.

"Princess, it's time to drink soup."

The fresh fish soup has some fat floating on it, just looking at it makes me want to vomit.

"Don't drink," Jiang Yanshu covered his mouth and shook his head frequently, backing away fearing that it would be too late.

Could it be that the servant is guilty: "But what if the princess doesn't drink soup, you will vomit if you eat other things."

"If you don't drink it, I just won't drink it." Jiang Yanshu directly poured the fish soup out of the window.

After seeing it, people are very sad.

In this battle, the army traveled for two full months, and it would be New Year's Eve in just a few days. Jiang Yanshu, who was already anxious, was affected by the pregnancy, and his emotions reached the peak.

Huang Ying lay paralyzed on the couch, staring at Jiang Yanshu who was walking back and forth with her soybean-sized eyes, she became dizzy again, and said weakly: "Yanyan, if you don't believe in the prince, you should trust the white fox, it has always been reliable in its work .”

"I know," Jiang Yanshu sighed heavily, "I'm just afraid of accidents."

He didn't want to do this either, but he just couldn't help thinking about it.

Huang Ying lay on her back, she understood that Yan Yan, who was pregnant, was not rational at all, and even had a moody temper.

Just horrible.

One person and one bird looked at each other, and sighed helplessly in unison.

Just as they were dumbfounded, Ziqi trotted in with a letterhead, "Princess, there is news from the prince, and he will return soon."

Jiang Yanshu's eyes lit up, and he lifted his spirits immediately, and hurriedly jumped off the soft couch.

It can't be counted as jumping, but using both feet together, the speed is much faster.

He couldn't wait to ask again: "It's been a long time for the prince to be back?"

"Wangfei, please slow down!" Ziqi went up to help Yanshu in the river in fear, "The prince will return to the city in three days."

"Three days..." Jiang Yanshu's dark eyes sparkled, it was New Year's Eve.

After confirming that the army would arrive at the city gate in an hour, Jiang Yanshu packed up early to ensure that he was wrapped tightly, and left the mansion with a group of guards.

The snow is clear and the sun is shining, the long-lost sunshine is pouring on the vast land, mixed with small snowflakes, falling silently

Sitting in the carriage, Jiang Yanshu held Pozi Tang tightly with both hands, and looked out the window frequently.

Seeing this, Ziqi hesitated to speak, and really wanted to say that the princess should be careful of catching a cold, but in the current situation, he thought that even if he said it, Jiang Yanshu would not only not listen, but might even talk about him talking too much.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the mighty sound of horseshoes came from far to near, shaking the fine stones half a foot from the ground.

Jiang Yanshu wanted to see through his eyes, and put most of his head out to look. Fortunately, he was wearing a felt hat, which was enough to block the wind and snow.

Soon, a white horse appeared at the gate of the city, and one after another, the generals behind followed.

The man wore cold armor and rode on the horse without looking sideways. Even if he was far away, Jiang Yanshu could feel the man's unconcealable evil spirit.

The first thing Jun Jie saw was the carriage at the gate of the city, next to the chubby brother hugging Mrs. Tang, smiling at him from afar.

With a flick of the whip on the horse's buttocks, the white horse neighed with its nostrils facing the sky, and ran towards Jiang Yanshu with its four hooves spread apart.