i made the emperor pregnant

"Don't run away! If you have the ability to say such things, don't run away if you have the ability!"

Song Zi ran fast in front, Song Mingcheng had no image, took off his wooden clogs, held them in his hands and chased after him.

He threw one out at the first time, and was easily dodged by Song Zi. There were only two wooden clogs on his feet, so he had to hold the remaining one in his hand, and waved it like a fierce tiger.

Even Princess Ming'an, who always doted on her son, felt that Song Zi was going too far this time. How could such an important matter be joked about casually? She silently took out a particularly beautiful feather duster from a large vase that was half a person tall: " Sir, you use this."

Hitting someone with wooden clogs hurts a lot, and it is possible to get bruised and swollen when you hit someone. It is better to use a feather duster, and it is not obvious if you hit someone.

Song Mingcheng stopped, took a few deep breaths, and silently took the feather duster in his hand. Song Zi turned back very aggrieved and said, "Father, I'm telling the truth, I didn't fool you! I didn't believe it at first, But I heard fetal movement, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders! Dad, you are well-informed, you can't engage in sexism!"

Even though Song Zi didn't move much when he was at home, his long training outside was not in vain. In this chase scene between father and son, in the end, the poor old father was exhausted and panting like a bellows end.

Seeing that he was really exhausted, Song Zi moved closer, stood at a distance of about five or six meters from Song's father, and said, "Father, you are not young anymore, you have to learn to look away, and you can't always be so surprised. Suddenly."

He is not a doctor, if he has a heart attack, Song Zi can't conjure up a quick-acting heart-rescue pill to save him.

Princess Ming An and Song Jing stood aside and watched for a long time, and then came out to persuade: "Yes, husband, you are now forty, you can't make such a fuss anymore."

His son was young, and he was very vigorous and light when he ran, like a newborn deer in the forest. His expression was easy to handle, and he was lively and cute no matter how he looked. He exuded the unique vitality of young life.

And Song Mingcheng is good at mental work, plus these years of pampering, lack of exercise, his body is not as good as before.She ran like this crazy, her complexion was extraordinarily ferocious because of the violent running, and she suddenly lost the elegant and mysterious temperament that attracted her in the past. Princess Ming'an, who was in the late stage of facial control, looked at her, and her heart unconsciously In favor of the son.

As for Song Jing, because she is young enough, she likes to read anecdotes and other miscellaneous books on weekdays, and she has a strong ability to accept new things: "Father, calm down, I believe that my younger brother will not joke about such an important matter." .Let’s sit down as a family and have a good talk.”

Seeing that Song Mingcheng's expression had returned to calm, Song Zi quickly took the feather duster into his hand in advance, and then put the clogs back for him: "I'm going to be a father soon, father, my dear father, since I'm doing this for this My family has paid so much, you should give me some face."

Song Mingcheng looked at him expressionlessly: "Speak, continue." He wanted to see what tricks Song Zi could come up with.

Song Zi said a few words concisely: "First of all, I must emphasize that there is no problem with my gender perception."

He glanced at Princess Ming'an and Song Jing: "I have read medical books with pictures, and I know the difference between men and women. Mother, sister, this is a woman with breasts and no Adam's apple. The important thing is , the lower body looks different from ours, Ah Yan's appearance is definitely a man with exactly the same structure as mine."

Song Zi cleared his throat: "Secondly, at the beginning, I didn't believe that men would have children, but he did have symptoms of pregnancy, such as lethargy and changes in taste. He didn't like sour food at first, but suddenly he liked oranges. , can't smell meat..."

Although he felt that this matter was outrageous, but hearing what his son said in a serious manner, Princess Ming An began to feel that his world view was beginning to falter.Hearing the pregnancy symptoms mentioned by Song Zi, she nodded deeply: "Yes, I was pregnant in the same way, but I don't like oranges, I like grapes. When you two were born, you two His eyes are like grape beads, black and round."

She also liked to eat grapes before pregnancy, but she liked the pure sweet and non-acid purple jade grapes. During the middle and late stages of pregnancy, her taste changed suddenly, and she fell in love with sour grapes, the more sour the more she liked them.Not only does she like sour ones, she also likes spicy ones.

As someone who has experienced it, she also gave Song Zi some serious advice: "If he loves to eat oranges, you can't indulge him. If you eat too many oranges, your skin will turn yellow. Just let it be yellow for a while, but give birth to a yellow child." no."

Song Zi waited for his mother to finish speaking, and then said: "It is really rare in the world for a man to become pregnant. At first I guessed that Ah Yan was sick. Psychologically, he had a heart disease that he could not have children, because we are both men. Ah Yan loves me so much, he felt guilty, which led to the symptoms of false pregnancy."

Two people want to get married, and it involves family problems, who should solve the parents' problems, so Song Zi is now taking the opportunity to try his best to increase the favorability of his sweetheart in front of his mother.

Song Mingcheng said with a dark face: "You are young, you are not yet weak, and you are not ashamed to talk about what you like or not!"

Princess Ming An has a romantic temperament, but the corners of her eyes are slightly red: "Sounds like a good boy." No mother would really hate someone who loves her child wholeheartedly.

Upon hearing his mother's praise, Song Zi acted happier than hearing the praise: "Of course, mother, I can assure you, when you see Ah Yan, you will definitely like him at first sight. Ah Yan not only He has a gentle personality and is also very beautiful.”

He glanced at his father: "He is even more handsome than my father when he was young, and he will make people forget the vulgarity."

Song Mingcheng commented sharply: "Superficial!"

Princess Ming'an's reaction was completely opposite to Song Mingcheng's. When Song Zi said that the man was beautiful, her eyes lit up instantly, because she liked pretty ones.

"What's wrong with superficiality? If I didn't like good-looking people back then, I wouldn't necessarily have married you." Every year there are so many talented scholars, and there are even younger talents than Song Mingcheng. She chooses Song Mingcheng as her husband. Most of the reasons are the other party's handsome appearance and elegant gentleman temperament.

Princess Ming An said angrily, "You are not allowed to speak anymore, let A Fang finish speaking first."

Song Zi ignored his father's words. It was obvious that his father was furious because he failed to show the majesty of the head of the family on him. He didn't argue with people who lost their minds.

Then said: "I suspected that Ah Yan had a heart disease, so I thought of a way to study medicine, looking for a way to solve his problem, but after a while, the child in Ah Yan's stomach moved, and I stuck it on his belly. I feel the child kicking it. You know, there is a big difference between a child and flatulence. One is the gurgling of the stomach, and the other is the rhythm of the little life. It is also said in medicine that it is extremely rare for a man to become pregnant, but it is not impossible. Maybe It’s God’s mercy, and the love between Ah Yan and me is so moving that I taught my child to meet this one-in-a-thousand.”

Song Mingcheng made an unusually cold and sharp comment: "Whimsical, hypocritical."

No man in the world is a good thing, including him, including his son.What surprised him was that he knew his wife was innocent, but he didn't know that his wife was so innocent. She was the mother of two children. If her daughter had married two years earlier, she might have become a grandmother. He was fooled by such absurd stories. .Such an outrageous story, she actually believed it.

The wife was hopeless, but the daughter seemed to be able to be rescued.Song Mingcheng cast his expectant eyes on his daughter who was more similar in appearance and personality: "Xiaojing, I advise your mother."

Song Jing pursed her lips, her pretty face was serious for a while, and finally hesitated: "I don't think A Fang is lying."

She argued with reason: "Father, you forgot that A Fang and I are twins. If he lied so much, I can't fail to see it."

Song Zi has indeed made a lot of disguises over the years, but when he was at home, he never said ten words, nine of them were true, and one was false.It's real to have nightmares, it's real to be sleepy, it's real to be frightened, it's also real to be unwilling to become an official.Most of the time, he didn't lie at all, he just concealed part of the truth.

Song Jing also had a strong reason: "My brother doesn't need to lie about this kind of thing. If he has someone he likes, he can just ask you and mother to come to ask for marriage. He said this today because he wants to tell me You ask for help, if it is really a lie, why should he tell such a lie that can be broken immediately."

From details to motives, Song Zi didn't seem to be lying, let alone joking.

Song Mingcheng's rationality finally came back, yes, if Song Zi was joking, he should ask for forgiveness immediately.If he didn't lie, it's probably a hysterical attack, making it up.

But looking at Song Zi who was calm and calm, and looking at himself in a mess, Song Mingcheng suddenly had the illusion that all three of them were normal, and that he was the hysterical patient.

"Your little lover named Ah Yan, whether he is pregnant or not, he doesn't care, and you don't care." Song Mingcheng said, "You have read a few medical books, and you dare to say that men can get pregnant. If you want to convince me, then bring him back, and I'll ask the imperial doctor who checked your mother's pulse back then to see him."

"Pa" Song Zi clapped his hands, "That's the problem. Ah Yan lives in a special place, so I can't take him out to meet you and mother right now."

"Yunxiang Building, Nanfeng Pavilion?"

This kind of person in the place of fireworks is beautiful, and there may be some dirty tricks to create a pregnant appearance. Fortunately, he thought he had given birth to a smart son. Now it seems that this smartness is completely wrong. Just being fooled by people from such dubious places.

Song Zi was not happy when he heard this: "Father, the manager of Yunxiang Building was imprisoned in our Criminal Trial Division some time ago. Where did you think?"

It's not that he doesn't say anything, it's because his father's reaction is too big. He is afraid that his father will be stressed, so he chooses to let the other party guess by himself.

Song Mingcheng sneered and said, "Apart from this kind of place, what place can you not bring out? It's not easy for ladies to go out, and men there will be locked up. Don't tell me that they are eunuchs in the palace."

Song Zi retorted: "A Yan is definitely a complete man, not some eunuch." He has personally tested it no less than a hundred times, and he even checked it with his hands yesterday.

Song Mingcheng thumped in his heart, Bu Xiaozi only refuted the eunuch, but did not refute the first half sentence.

"You...you slept with someone in the palace?"

Song Zi stopped talking, remained silent, and silent was Cambridge tonight.

Song Mingcheng... Song Mingcheng turned out to be more rational than he thought. The previous chase scene had exhausted all his strength. This villain can do anything. It's not surprising that he fell asleep in the palace.

No wonder what a ghost!His son even dared to wear the emperor's green hat, and even made the concubine's belly bigger.Confusing the royal blood, this is the crime of punishing the nine clans!

Before his father had a stroke due to his brain power, Song Zi hurriedly added: "A Yan is really a man, he is not a concubine, but a luthier dedicated to the emperor by a foreign race, I swear! Otherwise, I will die Lightning struck."

"Boom!" In the June sky, the child's face, the dark clouds outside the window, and thunder bursts.

Princess Ming'an hurriedly covered his son's mouth: "This poisonous oath is not going to happen, God don't blame me, my son has not yet reached the crown, children speak without restraint, children speak without restraint."

Song Zi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There are many thunderstorms in summer, so thunder is very common, so you should be surprised when it happens in winter."

By the way, he stood up, opened the door curtain and ordered: "Secretary, go and fetch me a charcoal pencil and a stack of white paper."

What is popular nowadays is freehand painting, which is intended to convey the spirit, not the shape.But as a modern person, who didn't learn basic sketching when they were in school.Song Zi not only took art classes at school, but his mother in the previous life also enrolled him in various calligraphy and painting classes. He really learned the knowledge in his head, even if it was temporarily thrown aside, he could pick it up quickly, not to mention In this life, he was still under the training of his own father, and he studied Confucianism for a period of time.

"Lang Jun, the charcoal pencil you want." Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Secretary Secretary offered what Song Zi wanted with trembling hands.

Song Zi sat down cross-legged, looked at his father, then at his mother, holding a charcoal pen in his hand, and sketched a few strokes on the snow-white rice paper.

"Mom, look, does this look like you?"

Princess Ming'an glanced at her husband who was brewing a storm, and finally looked at the portrait cooperatively, she exclaimed: "It really looks like that, A Fang, how many skills have you learned without telling mother."

"What is this? There are more similar ones." Song Zi quickly drew a small portrait of his father, looked for the texture, and then began to describe A Yan's appearance bit by bit, incomparably detailed.

He recalled bit by bit, poured love into it, chose the most serious appearance in Ah Yan's memory, and drew the complete Ah Yan on the paper bit by bit.

The folds and shadows of the clothes are too time-consuming, and the details don’t need to be overdone. Anyway, when the time comes to bring Ah Yan out, the clothes on his body must be changed, as long as his face can be recognized at a glance.

Song Zi used the freehand style of traditional Chinese painting to simply outline the fairy-like robe, focusing on Ah Yan's face.

It took him an entire hour to draw a "half-length photo" of Ah Yan in the way of painting, and he gently blew away the gray charcoal marks on the paper: "Mother, this is Ah Yan."

Princess Ming An only took one look at the portrait, and immediately believed what her son had said before.This is definitely a painting full of love, and the eyes of the person in the painting are extremely tender, full of holy brilliance, in any case, they don't look like the kind of people who came out of the place of fireworks.Besides, the person in the painting is not feminine at all, as Song Zi said earlier, he is extremely handsome, so beautiful that he transcends gender.

An idea popped into Princess Ming'an's mind: such a rare beauty in the world, the child born with her son must be very beautiful!

It's just that she doesn't know if it's because there are so many beauties in the world. She always feels that the face in the portrait looks familiar, but she can't tell where she has seen it before.

"Husband, take a look, this is the object of our son, don't be annoyed, take a look, you will understand after seeing this painting."

Song Mingcheng waited for an hour, stood under the eaves, with his hands behind his back, and blew the wind for a full hour. The strong wind mixed with rain hit his face coldly. He had completely calmed down now, unless the sky collapsed and the earth fell , Nothing can make his face change color.

In the face of his wife's request, he finally picked up the small portrait of his beloved that his son carefully painted.When he saw the portrait, he had the same thoughts as Princess Ming An, and the love was so strong that it almost overflowed the paper.

Wait, this face is so familiar, he always feels like he has seen it before.

Thunder rumbled, and a bolt of purple lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the gray sky in two.

Song Mingcheng looked at the sky, and there seemed to be something wrong with his eyes: the sky... cracked open