i made the emperor pregnant

"Ayan?"

"I'm here." The big beauty responded, his voice was very close, obviously staying in this room.

Song Zi followed the sound and found that Ah Yan was sitting behind the screen, and a small orange lamp was lit in the room. The bright yellow light gave off a kind of warmth, which made this already very lively room even more cozy.

Ah Yan is wearing an apricot yellow shirt today, this kind of light yellow is as white as moonlight under the night light.But the whiter is Ah Yan's wrist. The big beauty has that kind of warm white skin, which looks particularly white and transparent under the light. If it is placed in the modern entertainment industry, it is a typical walking board.

It is said that looking at a beauty under the light, Ah Yan looks extraordinarily quiet and gentle under the soft light, but contrary to his gentle appearance, he holds a ball of needlework in his hand, and the shining thin needle is hard on a small piece of fabric. Poking, poking, poking, that action, it was like Rongmao stabbing a villain, which shocked Song Zi.

Song Zi poked out a young and handsome face from behind the screen: "Ayan, what are you doing?"

Sima Yan raised his face: "Isn't it going to July soon? Didn't you ask me to make clothes and shoes for our two children? I think my craftsmanship is not very good. It may take a lot of time. try it."

The props are of course taken temporarily. The so-called learning to make clothes is just poking holes in the fabric.But in order to show the importance he attaches to Xiaoqi, and also to this child, the emperor felt that it was necessary for him to perform.

For the Son of Heaven, the chores of making clothes are like stewing soup with his own hands yesterday. Sewing, embroidery, proofing, drawing, most of the work is done by the people below. He first pokes a few on the fabric. Hole, when the time comes, the person who waits is almost done, and he is responsible for taking a pair of silver scissors and cutting the last thread.At that time, it will be euphemistically called, the emperor loves his son eagerly, and personally sewed the underwear for the future prince from beginning to end.

The emperor raised the red satin in his hand: "Xiaoqi, look, this is the fabric you sent in earlier, I think this is very suitable for shoe uppers."

Song Zi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, he wasn't trying to trick the villain, he just did some weird witchcraft.Ah Yan seemed to have been sewing for a long time, but he didn't sew anything. It seemed that his handicraft was not very good.

But he didn't expect Ah Yan to really do this, he just followed the other party's words and found something to do for the beauty who was sick, so that the other party would not continue to think wildly.Speaking of which, the two of them haven't mentioned the child much these days. He originally thought that Ah Yan's condition had improved and he had forgotten about the child. Depending on the situation, he was thinking too much.Also, psychological diseases cannot be cured in a day or two.

"Ah!" the big beauty exclaimed.

Song Zi hurriedly asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't pay attention to the needle, I accidentally stuck my hand."

Sima Yan put his finger close to Song Zi's lips on purpose, and a bright red blood drop appeared on the pad of his index finger, and the silver needle as thick as fine hair glistened under the light.

How can such a thin needle be used to sew clothes? Ah Yan even used the wrong needle.Song Zi thought helplessly, he looked at the beautiful woman who was stubbornly holding up his fingers, lowered his head, licked off the blood from Ah Yan's fingers, and returned the white fingers: "Okay, no more bleeding. "

"Put away these things first. If you really want to do this, you can do it during the day when the light is good." Song Zi said, "Doing needlework at night is easy to strain your eyes."

He pulled Ah Yan up, and by the way, carefully checked the bed, for fear that the beauty who randomly added pregnancy buffs to herself would be so confused that she sprinkled needles all over the bed. Something went wrong.

Fortunately, the inspection results were very gratifying. The bed was clean, except for a thin quilt and two pillows, there was nothing.

He put away his needle and thread: "What did you have for lunch today, are you hungry now?"

Sima Yan said: "I had a bowl of porridge for lunch."

According to Shi Zhi's medicinal recipes, the imperial dining room spent seven or eight hours carefully cooking a lot of dishes for the emperor to nourish his fetus and strengthen his body.

No matter how other palaces are, the ingredients used for the emperor's food are definitely the freshest, and dozens of people prepare a dish.But just like what Sima Yan said, no matter how good it is, he has no appetite now, that is, he drank a bowl of porridge.

Song Zi couldn't help frowning when he heard this: "How can I only drink porridge? I will be malnourished if I clear porridge and side dishes every day."

Kyoto is in the north, but it is not facing the sea. Today, what the emperor uses is seafood porridge with extremely rich ingredients. The shrimps in it are transported from hundreds of miles away with great effort and speed.Most of the boxes were full of water, and the ones picked were all big and lively, and the two big pincers were very brave when they swung them.

Naturally, the squid is also fresh, and the pork is the tenderest tenderloin of the suckling pig, all washed and cut into beautiful and uniform filaments.After soaking for several hours, the new rice pops into rice crackers that melt in the mouth, and the fresh ingredients that have been processed through multiple processes are put into it, keeping the best taste on the emperor's table.

Even if you don't eat other food, this porridge is enough to provide sufficient nutrition for the emperor for most of the day.But there is no need to talk about such insignificant details, Sima Yan nodded in agreement with his lover's words, as if he was really a poor little boy who could only live on the porridge and side dishes prepared by Song Zi's brain. Some distressed complaints: "It's all because of this little thing in my stomach. It's not obedient at all. If you're not here, Xiaoqi, it will make trouble for me. Originally, I didn't feel good eating when you were not by my side. With it here, I feel even worse. I can't eat too much."

Song Zi: ...Although I feel sorry for my big beauty who has a bad appetite, why do you want to arrange a pregnant person for yourself? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Forget it, cooperate!He has to cooperate with Ah Yan with all his strength, and wait for a few more months at most. When winter comes and the child cannot be born, Ah Yan will definitely wake up.

Song Zi first took out the food he brought from the Interrogation Division, then put Ah Yan, who was obviously complaining and looked very cute, into his arms, hugged and comforted him for a while: "Wait for me for a while, I'll make it for you My new yam cake."

I can’t eat too much greasy food in summer, and the refreshing yam cake is very suitable. This one does not need to be raised in advance, it is mashed, pinched small, and fried on the pan for a few minutes.

As a result, when he entered the kitchen, Song Zi discovered something strange when he was making preparations.There is a small bowl in the kitchen. The bowl is dark and the contents are very thick. It looks like sesame paste, but it doesn't smell like it. If you smell it carefully, it smells like traditional Chinese medicine.

He lowered his head and smelled it, and could vaguely smell wolfberries and mulberries from inside, but because the bowl was pitch-black, Song Zi couldn't see the specific ingredients.He immediately came out of the kitchen with something in his hand: "Ah Yan, what is this?"

"Medicated food for anti-abortion." Ah Yan looked distressed, "This little thing is making a fuss today, it's too...too noisy, I'm afraid the two of us didn't sleep for half the night last night, and it deliberately tormented me, so I read a book , and then made this bowl of medicine paste."

This herbal diet is a carefully formulated recipe. Shi Zhi, who specializes in this business, didn't care about the taste at first, but later she was concerned that the concubines are all delicate and picky people, and spent a lot of effort to improve the taste of the medicinal paste. It doesn't look very good, the words absolutely taste and hard to swallow are not hooked.

In fact, in places Song Zi couldn't see, the emperor still ate a small bowl to save face, and for the rest, he specially left a small bowl, which was specially prepared for the lover to see, so that the latter could take a good look. The child in the womb has suffered a lot.

"It's three-point poisonous medicine, you can't take this medicine blindly!" Yesterday it was a tonic soup, without adding any messy things, and I almost made myself overdo it. This random homemade medicinal diet is unreliable at first glance. How dare Song Zi let Ah Yan eat indiscriminately.

He immediately poured out the medicated diet: "I'll make you yam cakes right away, yams are good for children too."

After about a quarter of an hour, the freshly baked yam cakes came out, and when Song Zi came out with a plate, there was a little snow-white rabbit standing in the middle of the plate.

"What is this?" Sima Yan immediately noticed the red-eyed rabbit in the middle of the plate.

"The little rabbit made of yam paste, the eyes are made of red beans, isn't it cute? I think it looks like Ah Yan." It's snow white, soft and sweet.

Song Zi had a sudden thought: "How about next time, I'll get you a little rabbit."

Cats and dogs are lively and aggressive. Rabbits should be more docile and relatively easy to raise.And there are many examples of being healed by cute pets in later generations. With the little rabbit accompanying Ah Yan, he might not be so lonely.

"Cute." Sima Yan picked up the little rabbit with chopsticks, bit off the head of the yam rabbit, and handed the remaining half of the body to Song Zi's mouth, "Xiaoqi eats too."

After all, it was made by the lover, and the emperor ate half of the plate to save face, or he ate it in the way of "Xiaoqi a piece, and I have a piece".

"Okay, let me soak the plate first."

Just as Song Zi was about to get up, the child in Sima Yan's belly moved a little: "Wait a minute."

"what happened?"

The emperor grabbed his lover's hand, lifted the hem of his clothes, and pressed it on his lower abdomen.

"You're full, shall I rub it for you?"

He only ate so much, and he was able to hold on. Ah Yan was like a kitten's stomach. No wonder he worked so hard to feed him for so long, but the flesh on his body didn't increase much.Song Zi moved lightly, no, it still increased a little, the muscles in his stomach were gone, it was soft, it seemed to be a little fatter than when we first met.

"No, don't move around, just feel it." Sima Yan reminded him, "It's a child."

Song Zi made a gesture of understanding: He understands, he understands everything, gaining weight is due to pregnancy, Kuxia’s loss of appetite is caused by the child, now the stomach is moving, the stomach is full of gas, it’s fetal movement, intestinal peristalsis, and bowel sounds sound.

He didn't expose it, but chose to cooperate with Ah Yan, showing an extravagant expression of surprise, and tilted his head down, sticking it to Ah Yan's soft belly, not to mention, keep quiet, feel carefully, the belly follows Ah Yan He really felt the ups and downs of Yan's breathing, and the movement of Ah Yan's stomach.

Wait, there is no sound of intestinal peristalsis!

Song Zi did not read medical books for nothing during this period.Although he has not practiced medicine yet, theoretically he is half a doctor.The symptoms of intestinal peristalsis and the symptoms of fetal movement seem to be very similar, but they are actually very easy to distinguish, because the principle is different and the position of the movement is also different.

The exaggerated smile disappeared from Song Zi's face: "Ayan, you go to bed, don't move, just lie down."

Song Zi held Ah Yan's hand, and gently pillowed his face on Ah Yan's lower abdomen. He waited quietly, as if he could hear the sound of his heart pounding.

Waiting and waiting, after listening for about an hour, he felt the fetal movement about three times, which was the abdominal wall flutter caused by the movement of small things inside, and there was no gurgling bowel sound.

Not only that, but the position of fetal movement and intestinal peristalsis is inconsistent, and the latter has no law at all.Pure psychological effects can make the body cooperate to such an unbelievable level, and will there be real fetal movement?

Song Zi stood up from the bed in a huff. He took the lamp on the table to the side of the bedside table, made sure that the light was bright enough, then knelt on the ground and untied Ah Yan's waistband tremblingly: "You let me Look, let me look again!"

Could it be that he has been blind all this time, that what he slept with was not a man, but a woman disguised as a man? !