i made the emperor pregnant

Song Zi originally only planned to sleep for two hours, but when he woke up, the sky outside was groggy, and he felt a little sad that he didn't know what happened.

When I opened the door, I saw the face of the young bookboy, "What time is it?"

The latter replied: "Just arrived at Xushi."

"Why isn't it time to wake me up?" He clearly ordered in advance, and called him two hours later, but now it was a full hour late.

The latter hurriedly explained: "I called you, you were sound asleep, and you didn't wake up after yelling. Uncle Zhang happened to pass by and said that you were so tired that you fell asleep so soundly. Let me not disturb you, let me let you go." You slept an extra hour, and just about to knock on the door, you woke up."

As he said that, the pale-haired Zhang Bo came over, holding a basin of clear water in his hand. There was still some white steam in it on a hot day, but it felt very cool when he got close to him: "The well water that has just been pumped up, you wash it. Face, you can wake up in an instant."

He smiled and said: "The Xiangfu's carriage is already waiting outside, it's just right for you to go back at this time, you were so busy a few days ago, it's rare that you can sleep well, so I made my own suggestion once, you have to punish me I also accept my salary for a few months."

For a person of his age, his children and grandchildren are not alive, and he has nothing to worry about. The bookstore includes food and shelter, and he does not need much expenses on weekdays. The money he has saved has no place to spend, and he will be fined for one or two months. The moon silver, so that Song Zi can sleep for a while, he thinks it is worth it.

Zhang Bo is the resident night watchman in the bookstore, and he is also one of the important members who have developed Qilue Bookstore to its current scale.Knowing that the old man cared about him and didn't delay things, Song Zi naturally didn't want to be too fussy, but rules are rules, and he couldn't easily break them.

"How much is your monthly silver worth? I won't punish you for this. I will punish you for writing me a copybook of enlightenment. The Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic are fine. Don't be afraid of too much." Song Zi thought of the dream he had just had, She pursed her lips and smiled, "You don't need to be too anxious, you can give it to me in a year."

There was a bit of lightness in his voice: "Maybe in a year, these things can be used by my children."

Uncle Zhang finally realized after a while: "Boss, what are you talking about about the child?!"

"It means literally." Song Zi patted his face with the cold well water, and took a good photo for a while, the handsome young man reflected on the water surface was full of vigor again, no wonder the daffodil boy in Greek mythology would fall in love with him He couldn't help being narcissistic after looking at his own reflection for a long time.

But now is not the time to be self-pitying: "Time is running out, I have to go, the bookstore will be delivered to you, I will come back in a few days, please help me buy some things for children during this time, and, for I'll prepare some soft cloth."

Leaving aside the turmoil in the minds of the people at Qilue Bookstore, Song Zi went straight down from the third floor, which was not open to the public, to the second floor, and when he walked out of Qilue Bookstore again, he became the only son of Zuoxiang with a gloomy temperament. .

This time when Song Zi went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he walked through the main entrance openly. When he came back, he happened to bump into Song Mingcheng's carriage.

Two carriages drove back and forth into the main entrance, and when the vermilion mansion door was closed and entered the inner courtyard, Song Zi jumped out of the carriage with great joy, his voice full of joy: "Father!"

In the past ten years, it was the first time for Song Mingcheng to hear his only son speak in such a friendly and lively voice.

After recovering from illness at the age of eight, Song Zi always put on a world-weary face, as if he didn’t get enough sleep all day. Fiddle with some useless gadgets.

It's not that Song Mingcheng didn't reflect on himself, whether he was too strict, causing his only son to be so timid, and some would be frightened at the slightest sign of trouble, but in the past few days, he found that his son was not timid, but he was obviously too courageous.

The old father, who was not happy at all, had a dark face: "Didn't your father beg for food in Lingnan, and he also broke a leg. I am not so lucky, but I can't be your father."

"What broke a leg? Who broke a leg?" Princess Ming An, who was dressed luxuriously even at home, came out to greet her precious son. His two long legs were straight and slender, looking like A tall and straight young white poplar, she breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, her son is fine.

Looking at her husband, he was standing upright on the ground, not being carried in, she immediately glared: "If your husband can't speak, don't talk nonsense, the whole family is good, say something unlucky! "

After Song Zi confessed, she hasn't been able to sleep well for the past two days. That night, she had a dream about her house being ransacked. She woke up crying early in the morning. It has been covered with a thick layer of face powder, and now nothing can be seen.

What a broken leg, dead, such depressing words, Princess Ming An can't even hear a single word.

Song Mingcheng who got a blank stare: ...

His beard was raised in anger: "I didn't say that, it was your precious son who said it."

As soon as Song Zi heard this, he knew that his own father probably went to the criminal justice department. After all, some of his information was made public, and he could get it out in one go.

If only he and his own father were around, Song Zi might have to restrain himself a little bit, but his current mood is rapidly expanding, like a full hydrogen balloon, and his whole heart is floating in the sky, relying on the ability to protect the calf. His mother was present, and he immediately defended himself: "You can't blame me, Song Xiaoqi's father is dead, and Song Zi is not. I know you as a father in my heart, and I can't arrange a fake father to embarrass you. Well, my mother is so loyal to you, and I can't ruin her reputation. Mother, what do you think. "

Princess Ming'an thought it made sense after hearing this: "That's right, he didn't say that Prime Minister Zuo is dead, such an older child, you still ask for everything to be thoughtful, when you are at A Fang's age, you have Is he that smart?"

She had quarreled with her husband several times before about the children's education. Song Zi and Song Jing, just like her, were smart and clever, beautiful and capable, sensible and caring, unlike Song Mingcheng, except for a face and The brain is not a good thing at all.

She said very confidently: "Aren't you living a good life? You speak like a straight person who has never lied. The child didn't curse you on purpose, why care about so much, and said that the prime minister can Punting, my mind is bigger than yours."

Song Mingcheng: Why is he so narrow-minded? ? ? ! ! !Who can be happy after being rumored for half a year? !It's really a loving mother with many losers!If he is not strict as a father, Song Zi will not be raised and disabled, and it is due to his kindness.

Although the mouth is noisy, it is rare for the family to get together like this, and the atmosphere is generally quite harmonious.

There are not many rules in the Prime Minister's Mansion. If you really want to say a few words at the dinner table, you will not be reprimanded.Although Song Zi really wanted to tell the news immediately, but he was afraid that the food on the table would be wasted, so he still endured it.

When the dishes were all served, Song Zi stood up, took the long serving chopsticks, and walked to his father first: "Father, you have worked so hard for our family, you have worked hard, the fish head fills the brain, you eat the fish head."

He walked up to Princess Ming'an again: "Mother, Dad is working hard outside, you took the trouble to take care of the center and take care of our house properly, you are the helmsman, the fish tail nourishes yin and kidneys, beautifies and nourishes the skin, this fish tail , belongs to you."

The serving chopsticks picked up a piece of snow-white fish belly and dropped it into Song Jing's bowl: "The belly meat is tender and has no thorns. This is delicious. Elder sister eats this."

He circled around, took his seat again, and scooped himself a bowl of boiled thick white fish soup. The fish soup made by the cook in the house was really good, without any fishy smell, just right in freshness, and not let the People feel that the throat is swollen, and drinking the fish soup seems to be good for pregnant people.

Pregnant women need to supplement calcium and folic acid, but there are no calcium tablets and special folic acid in this era. He needs to learn prescriptions, or think of ways to see how to bring in the ready-made fish.

Knowing son Mo Ruomu, after so many years, it was the first time Song Zi served dishes for his family, Princess Ming An looked at the dishes in the bowl, and asked cautiously: "A Fang, did you cause some trouble outside? "

"Created trouble, didn't you?" Song Zi vowed, "I definitely haven't caused any trouble recently, and I've pretty much explained everything that needs to be done."

He didn't speak too harshly. The child in Ah Yan's womb is four and a half months old. The seed sown half a year ago can't be said to be a recent disaster.

Song Zi changed the subject very skillfully: "Father, didn't you say you were going out to solve sister's matter, how is the matter resolved now?"

Song Mingcheng snorted coldly: "Why do you think I came back so late today?" In addition to the Criminal Division, he also arranged his own manpower and made various preparations. After all, it is his daughter, and it is impossible to suppress all hopes. Regarding Ling Yi, he went to interrogate the criminal department just to make trouble for his opponent with the help of Ling Yi.

Song Mingcheng glanced at the maids and servants waiting in the room, and interrupted Song Zi, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, if you have something to say, you can talk about it after dinner."

After a meal, all the dishes were removed, and all the people who cleaned up also retreated, leaving only a family of four in the house.

"I have something to say." "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Song Zi showed special respect for the elderly and love for the young at this time: "Father, you have made great achievements through hard work, so you should tell me first."

Song Mingcheng glanced at him lightly. At this time, he was still able to keep his composure as a court official: "Xiaojing, I went to the Interrogation Division today."

He admitted with some reluctance, "That kid does have a good appearance, and he can win against Lu Shanqing. But Ling Yi is not easy to control. If you don't like it, you don't have to choose between him and Lu Shanqing. This marriage is still a matter of fate.”

"That's right." Song Zi said, "Didn't Auntie bring a roster before? There are so many people on it, so I just propose candidates. Sister, you must choose the one you like."

Marriage is a life-long event for a daughter's family. Fortunately, his elder sister was born in a duke's family, and there were no dirty things in the family.But unfortunately, I was born in such a family. Marriage is not as easy as Shengdou Xiaomin. If there is any movement, you will be stared at. So easy to cut.

However, his elder sister is actually very arrogant in her bones, and Song Zi is most afraid that his elder sister will end up like in the book.

He also said: "If you don't want to marry, I can support you for the rest of your life. Didn't you say that I have property in the north? That's not a joke. With your father's help, then you will leave the capital on the grounds of recuperating." "The emperor in the palace would never want a sick son to be his concubine.

It's just that, it means that his elder sister will temporarily give up her identity as Zuo Cheng's daughter, princess daughter and granddaughter of the prince.Song Zi knew that this was actually the best choice for his elder sister.Not everyone can give up all kinds of things and start all over again in other places.For their family, the capital is their hometown, and no one is willing to leave their hometown unless it is absolutely necessary.

Song Mingcheng coughed: "Your father and I are not dead yet, and it's not your turn to raise my daughter."

This time Princess Ming'an stood on her husband's side: "That's right, Ah Fang, it's fine if you don't want to get married, your sister can still get married and have children, don't curse your sister!"

It was hard for her to accept the fact that her son was a broken sleeve. With such a pair of children, she couldn't accept that the remaining daughter could not marry and have children like ordinary people.

Song Jing also laughed: "I have my own money, so I don't need A Fang to support me."

Since Song Jing was born, her grandmother and grandfather gave her a lot of property, plus all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, and some rouge and gouache shops passed down to her by her mother. Song Zi is a rare son.

Song Zi couldn't help muttering: "I didn't say I couldn't get married and have children."

He smiled at Song Jing: "And this time, I will definitely walk ahead of you, sister."

His cubs are already in the belly of the great beauty's wife, and they will be born in a few months. Even if Song Jing gets married immediately, it is impossible for her to be as fast as him.

Princess Ming'an became emotional: "A Fang, do you understand now?"

Song Mingcheng didn't say anything, but his face was relaxed and his eyes showed relief. Although he was bolder than others, he was a man of the world, and it was not so easy to see it.The son can get married and have children, and the daughter finds a good family to marry well, the marriage is happy and happy, and the children and grandchildren are full, of course it is the best.

"No, it's still the same one as before." Song Zi said, "My child has inherited your advantages, just like you and your father, they are devoted to each other and stick to each other for the rest of their lives."

The light in Princess Ming An's eyes went out again: "In this regard, you don't have to be too like me."

She gritted her teeth: "It doesn't matter if you are a bit bad, mother will be the villain!" Children are debts.

Song Zi shook his head like a rattle: "No, this is absolutely impossible! If I fail Ah Yan, then I will become a beast struck by lightning."

"A Yan? A Fang, is your sweetheart called A Yan? Which Yan?"

"It's just Yan Yanyan's words. You hear this name, does it have a special fate with me? My name is Song Yiyan, which means that when my father gave me this name, he wanted me to find someone named Ah Yan to live with. "

Princess Ming An cast a resentful glance at her husband, why didn't she change the other words at the beginning.

Song Mingcheng: That's not the meaning of his name!

Song Zi said happily: "I came back today specially to tell you and Dad the good news. Ah Yan is pregnant, and the child is four and a half months old."

Princess Ming'an couldn't even close her jaws, circles seemed to appear in her eyes, and she felt as if she understood something, but at the same time, she didn't seem to understand.

The son played with the little girl outside and made her belly bigger?It's been four and a half months?But Song Zi also said that he likes men.

Song Jing glanced at her father and mother, and asked cautiously: "A Fang, didn't you say that you like a man? What's going on with this Ah Yan?"

Her brother shouldn't be this kind of person, how could he do such a thing.

Song Zi said bluntly: "It's just a person, I can't think of this matter, who would have thought that a man can get pregnant. Speaking of it, some things worry me to death."

Women have to go through the gates of hell to have children, and it is even more difficult for men to have children. It is really happy to be happy, but it is also really worrying to be worried. He sighed: "I just thought, my father is so smart, mother As for you, you are someone who has been here and has more experience, so come back and discuss with you.”

Song Mingcheng and his wife looked at each other and jumped up: "Don't stop me, don't any of you stop me, I'm going to kill this little bastard!"