i made the emperor pregnant

As soon as the boy turned his head, he saw the glamorous face of the previous rioter: black hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth, perfect facial features and face shape, and made a combination called a masterpiece.

The young man's eyes are big and clear. They are clearly upturned fox eyes, but because of the thick eyelashes and rounded curves, the aggressiveness of the eyes is neutralized, making them a little more ignorant and innocent.Like a fox demon who has strayed into the world, ignorant of charm, beautiful without knowing it, interpreting the word pure desire to the extreme.

Not only is the face good-looking, but the figure is also excellent.Ah Yan is very thin, you can even say that he is thin. He is tall, but his frame is thin. Wearing that kind of empty and spacious clothes, his limbs look even more lonely, like a slender green bamboo, especially his waist. The limbs are thinner than the girl's.

Song Zi thought at the beginning that he was too thin because he had no one to take care of him in the cold palace. In the past six months, he secretly brought a lot of things to nourish his body from the outside, but he couldn't raise much meat for Ah Yan. .

Ah Yan looked up at him, his black hair was wet by the rain, and he looked messy and beautiful, his clear fox eyes were also covered with mist, like a weak and boneless beauty Sticking to Song Zi's body like a snake: "Xiaoqi, I miss you."

Which man in the world could resist such a passionate beauty, Song Zi couldn't help lowering his head, and exchanged a lingering and hot kiss with the "fox demon".When the two of them parted panting, the hand holding the belt was firmly held by Song Zi.

Violence flashed across the former's pure and innocent eyes, and his tone was lingering and mournful: "But Xiao Qi has a new love outside, so he's not interested in me anymore?"

The big beauty's eyes sparkled, she seemed to be angry rather than complaining.Song Zi couldn't help breathing hot, hugged his sweetheart tightly, and stood at attention with a small flag to show his loyalty to a powerful opponent.The beauty is full of styles. He raised the flag and surrendered a long time ago, completely relying on his strong willpower to suppress his instincts. The young man's clear voice was hoarse and deep: "The rain is too dirty, go inside."

He tied the loose belt with one hand, and directly hugged the person by the waist. The wide belt was still thrown on the ground, and the clothes were scattered on the low bed.

The cool wind after the rain entered the deserted palace, but Song Zi inside the room was sweating all over in the cold wind because of the hour-long push-up exercise.

After confirming that he was still very attractive to men, the contented Sima Yan leaned against Song Zi's arms and let the other party clean up for him meticulously. He lay lazily, his limbs were as limp as a cotton doll, and occasionally took the quilt The torn handkerchief wipes the sweat from the lover's chin.

The special mask on the young man's face, which was as thin as cicada's wings, had long been thrown aside, revealing his handsome face.Unlike Ah Yan who was thinner, because Song Zi was very young, there was still a little baby fat on his cheeks that hadn't completely faded away, so he looked energetic.No matter how you look at this young boy, he looks refreshing and sunny, and his physical strength in some aspects is also amazing.

Sima Yan is extremely afraid of the cold. Even in June, his hands and feet are still cold. In winter, he loves the hot body of a very young man. After the weather gradually weakens, the attraction of the latter is much less than that of the cold winter. , but they haven't seen each other for a few days, so it's better than a newlywed.

Song Zi wiped the weak-backed Ah Yan, while he poured a few buckets of water directly on the patio, otherwise his whole body would be sticky and uncomfortable.The steaming well water slid down the young man's thin waist, and the eyes of the young man on the threshold became deeper and deeper. If it weren't for the weakness of his waist and limbs, he wished his lover would die on him.

Song Zi has a slender body, with a few scratches on his back that are faintly visible. Beasts have the habit of enclosing territories. These marks are the marks made by Sima Yan.He had checked just now, and there were no traces left by other people on the young lover, and the smell on the clothes was also the same as usual.

After Song Zi took a shower, he poured a few buckets of water into the water tank in the small courtyard, so that Ah Yan could take it on a daily basis.He is divided into two halves by himself, not only to read and write, but also to hold a sword all year round.Although it is said that a gentleman learns the six arts, and that the promising sons of the city are basically both civil and military, most of the hands of literati are still soft and tender.

The face can be disguised with a mask, but it is impossible to remove the calluses on the hands every time. In order to prevent his thoughtful father from seeing the abnormality, besides reading, Song Zi tinkered with a hobby of carpentry for himself.In this day and age, the status of handicraftsmen was low, and those small carpentry jobs were regarded as strange skills, and they were playthings, which fit his waste status very well.

Thanks to the carpentry work he learned, Song Zi repaired the dilapidated small yard to look decent by himself. The wooden door looked unremarkable, but there was a redesigned mechanism lock behind it.There is no one to serve in the cold palace, if you don't think of a way, it will die on its own.

Although the small courtyard where Ah Yan lives is a bit dilapidated, the sparrow is small and well-equipped with all internal organs, such as a well and a kitchen.They used to be dilapidated and dusty, but after being repaired by Song Zi, they were kept clean and presentable on weekdays.

He also cultivated a small, square vegetable patch in the yard. The seeds of all kinds of vegetables were brought in from the outside by him, and he didn't add any fertilizer, just watering them normally.

Ah Yan is a person full of fun, and he also planted some beautiful flowers and plants in the yard. The flowering period is very long. Basically, red, yellow and purple flowers bloom every day. They are colorful and poetic.The miserable cold palace looks dilapidated from the outside, but the small courtyard is well-groomed inside, it looks like a warm nest.

After working hard for several hours, Song Zi's stomach was already hungry. At home, he was an untouchable young master, but when he was in the criminal justice department, he was a rookie who had to do all kinds of hard work and dirty work.

The Judiciary Division often goes out to work, and Song Zi's ability to survive outside has improved a lot in a year. He was originally a picky person, but because of the difficult conditions, he had to do it by himself, and he forcibly improved his cooking skills.I don't have the skills to be an imperial chef in the palace, but the food I make is definitely not bad.

There are two pots in the back kitchen, one big pot and one small pot. The small pot is warmed with hot water all year round. Just now, Song Zi took hot water from a wooden basin and added a little cold water to adjust it to a suitable temperature. He wiped it for Ah Yan. Body.The conditions in the cold palace are poor and there is not enough time, so let's make do with it first. At night, he will boil a large pot of water so that Ah Yan can take a bath in a large wooden barrel.

Song Zi took out the fine noodles he brought in last time from the cabinet, which was brought in from his small kitchen at home.Throwing a few logs of firewood under the stove, and waiting for the water to boil for a few minutes, he went out to inspect the vegetable field. It was a rainy day, and the cultivated vegetable field in the yard directly received the wind, frost, rain and dew without additional watering.

The shallots are green and shiny, and the small white flowers of a crop of chili peppers have been rained down a lot, and some of them have small red fruits hanging one by one. Song Zi picked a few green onions and picked a few chili peppers, quite skillfully. into the kitchen below.

A few minutes later, he brought out two bowls of noodles, one with sundried eggs, and the other plain noodles with a little chili added.

Song Zi eats very well outside, the food in Zuo Xiang's mansion is extraordinary, it is not easy to bring food that is too strong into the cold palace, and of course he gives such good things as eggs to the thin and weak Ah Yan.

Ah Yan drew a cross on the poached egg with chopsticks, and a beautiful runny heart flowed out of it.His movements looked quite elegant and dignified, even Song Zi himself, who had been nurtured in the prime minister's mansion for so many years, was not as good-looking as Ah Yan in his every move.

Maybe it has something to do with being pretty, Song Zi didn't think about it, and snorted a few times to finish half the bowl of noodles.

Halfway through the meal, Song Zi suddenly felt that his sleeves were a little heavier than usual. It was all because his lover was too clingy, and he almost forgot.

He took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, pulled the drawstring, and rolled out round oranges with green peels.

"By the way, these are the oranges I brought you. They were picked in Xiangcheng. You can eat them later after eating the noodles. The oranges are very fresh and can be stored for a few days."

As the night was getting dark, Song Zi lit the lamp and sat on the soft couch to read a book. Ah Yan lay on his lap, playing with Song Zi's hair.

The aroma of oranges came from the tip of the nose. Song Zi glanced at it and found that there had been a pile of green orange peels on the ground. He had fed Ah Yan so many times, and it was rare for him to show such a fondness for something. .

Are the oranges in Xiangcheng so delicious?Song Zi directly took a petal from Ah Yan's hand, then plucked it and put it in his mouth, and was immediately soured out of the pain mask.

"Ah Yan, don't you like eating sour oranges?" How did Ah Yan eat such sour oranges.

Ah Yan tilted his head: "Is it sour? I don't think it is sour." He stuffed the remaining oranges into his mouth, and his expression did not show any sour feeling, but he seemed very satisfied.

Song Zi quickly peeled two more oranges, and found that the remaining oranges were very sour.He couldn't help but sink: Is there something wrong with Ah Yan's sense of taste?