i made the emperor pregnant

Song Zi fell asleep for a long time, and suddenly heard someone say: "Song Zi, wake up, it's time to get up and eat."

He heard the knock on the door, rubbed his eyes, and struggled to get up. He saw the familiar curtains and the central air conditioner blowing air. He hadn't woken up for a long time.

Putting on dark blue sandals, he opened the door. On the second floor, he saw his father serving soup in the open kitchen, and his mother wearing a pair of gold-rimmed plain glasses.This is not his princess's wife who is a beauty in ancient costumes, nor is it the prime minister's father who always has a straight face and a majestic appearance, but his father who is a professor and mother of an entrepreneur.

"What are you still doing standing there? Go wash your hands first and come over to eat. Today, I made stewed winter melon and lean meat soup, and I also made your favorite braised prawns."

As his father said, he picked up a few shiny prawns with his chopsticks and put them on the plate beside him, then peeled the prawns with gloves on, and put the pink whole prawns into his mother's bowl.

Song Zi's mother is a well-known strong woman in the local area. She has made a small supermarket inherited from her grandfather and grandmother bigger and stronger, and turned it into a nationwide supermarket chain. She is beautiful and capable.

His father is a well-known college student. He looks more refined and thin. He is a serious intellectual. Apart from a little cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, he has no other shortcomings.After all, his father relied on his brains for food. After graduating with a doctorate, he stayed in the school as an associate professor. After a few years of work, he became Professor Song who was very popular among students.

His mother is busy with her career, so she basically doesn't do any housework. The big house has a nanny and bodyguards, but his father still pays attention to the family's sense of ritual. He cultivated Song Zi to do his own things since he was a child. He often cooks for his family, to be precise, he cooks love meals for his wife, and Song Zi's son is just incidental.

Speaking with conscience, Song Zi would actually rather eat the food cooked by the cook at home. His father has practiced cooking for many years, and he is still very average.Moreover, he is a single dog. After so many years, he has to watch his parents show their affection for a meal.

Song Zi sat down and poured himself a bowl of soup. He was used to drinking the soup first, but after taking a sip, Song Zi couldn't help spitting it out: "Dad, what winter melon did you buy? Why is it so bitter, so bitter? Fishy." There was also a strange medicinal smell.

"It's fishy." His father was still unconvinced, and scooped up the soup base with a spoon, "I've been cooking it for so long, it's all cooked."

Song Zi took a look, the simple winter melon lean meat soup, what angelica, wolfberry, and pig blood were added in it!It's outrageous: "This is a taint to the winter melon!"

"Why are you talking to your father?!" The amiable father in home clothes suddenly changed his face, and then his gentle and refined face gradually elongated and became more defined. There was a beard on his smooth chin, and he transitioned into Song Song. Mingcheng's appearance.This is the father of the prime minister who likes to put on a majestic air, but can't do anything with his princess's wife.

There was a sutured wound on his father's neck, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, the whole room became hellish, and the cold wind gusts: "You son of a bitch, what evil did I do in my previous life, your father and I were killed by you!"

Song Zi vaguely heard some words like summoning souls, and he was frightened awake all of a sudden. He opened his eyes, and the blurry world gradually became clear. What caught his eyes was his father Song Mingcheng's haggard face. Song Zi subconsciously looked at his father's neck. Fortunately, it was very smooth, and there were no wounds left by sutures, nor any ugly red marks.

He was a little disappointed, it turned out that he didn't put it back on, he just had a dream about his previous life, and when he woke up from the dream, he still had to face everything in front of him.Song Zi feels relieved, parents in this life are equally important, and he has found his sweetheart in this world, and has his own children and family.If he just wore it back like this, Ah Yan would be the one he would miss.

"Where's Ah Yan?" Song Zi blurted out, and was taken aback by his hoarse voice. When he was speaking, he found that there was a strong residual smell of medicine in his mouth. No wonder he had the weird dream before.

Song Zi moved his wrist habitually, and then found a row of gold needles that looked as thin as a cow's hair stuck in his hand.

"I'm awake, I... this little brother Song is awake, imperial physician, imperial physician!" His father seemed to be crying with joy, but he didn't dare to disclose their identities because of the occasion.

The very friendly imperial physician came in, and Song Zi sized him up habitually. He had a standard figure, neither fat nor thin. He looked about 40 years old and had very thick hair.

"Doctor Xia, please show him again."

In front of Imperial Physician Xia, Song Mingcheng held Song Zi's hand tightly, and said with emotion: "Little brother, thank you for saving your life. I, Song Mingcheng, will never forget your kindness today. What do you want?" , I will do everything for you. You must protect your body, and you can no longer sacrifice yourself to save others like this."

Song Zi wanted to roll his eyes, why didn't he know that his father was such a showman.Although on weekdays, he sometimes doesn't like to see his father, but he can't do anything to watch his father die.

"Thirsty." It's rare to be able to call his father, Song Zi is not polite, and he is really thirsty now, and he wants to dilute the strange taste in his mouth with water. In addition to the smell of medicine, he also feels a faint taste in his mouth. Bloody smell.

"Doctor Xia, can he drink water now?" Song Zi felt that his father seemed to be frightened, and became extremely cautious.

The person known as Xia Taiyi took Song Zi's pulse, pulled out the golden needles, and said to Song Ming: "The residual poison in Mr. Song Xiaolang's body has been cleared, and there is no serious problem. It's just that the medicine has not yet fully used up, and the same person before Fighting is also a bit exhausting, it is best to stay in bed and recuperate during this period of time."

Song Mingcheng fed Song Zi water with a very loving expression and gentle movements: "Drink slowly, don't choke." Song Zi noticed that his reflection in his father's pupils was still the same as before disguise. With the vest still on, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of the assassination of the Son of Heaven, Song Zi finally remembered what he forgot. He moved his lips and said silently, "Father, where is Ah Yan?"

He brought Ah Yan out, but did not see Ah Yan. Song Zi was very worried about the safety of his sweetheart.

His father seemed hesitant to speak: "Don't worry, he's fine. You slept for two full days and two nights. His Majesty has already dealt with the rebels. If there is no accident, he will leave for Beijing today." Opened his mouth It was Ah Yan who kept his mouth shut. He was really pissed off.

Song Mingcheng raised his hand and slapped his son heavily. He just patted his son's shoulder lightly. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't say anything in the end: "You've suffered, take a good rest."

It may be because of the poisoning and injury. Although Song Zi felt that he had recovered a lot, he arranged a larger carriage for him when he returned. There were thousands of people, so many carriages were emptied again.

The car he sat in when he went back was much more spacious than when he came here, and he could lie down directly, and a shock absorber was installed inside.

So Song Zi hates war and bloodshed the most, but he also knows that in this era, one cannot pray for others to be kind. If one wants to live a good life, one must have enough self-protection ability. He closed his eyes so that he would not Thinking about such a heavy topic, and not knowing where the people from the Interrogation Department are, Ling Yi is sure to be fine, and I hope Geng Qi is also fine.

Song Zi lay down for a while, and turned himself over again. In fact, it was only his hand that was injured, and there was only one cut. The scar looked a bit scary, but he had the kind of physique that did not leave scars. After a few days, it fell off, and the back of his hand Definitely clean again.

However, the aftereffect of the drug's effect is that the body is a little numb, and the limbs are not as flexible as before. Just when Song Zi was thinking wildly, the carriage moved, and another person got into the large carriage. It was a picture that Song Zi was very familiar with. face, he immediately got up in surprise, and held A Yan's icy cold hand: "A Yan."

The latter pulled away forcefully, and looked at him coldly with beautiful eyes: "You said you wanted to protect me and the child, but in the end you protected me like this. I'm obviously by your side, but you risk yourself for others?! You almost Being poisoned to death, have you ever thought about what will happen to me and the child if you die?"

Even if it's justifiable, but thinking about the life and death of the lover is uncertain.And there are so many things to deceive himself, Sima Yan is determined to let him learn a lesson.

"It's my fault, but it's justifiable, Ah Yan, listen to my explanation!" Song Zi grabbed Ah Yan's hand again, and then pulled him into his arms, like a child cheating, "I won't let you go!" Open, I will die..."

His mouth was covered, and Ah Yan, who still looked very angry, said in a commanding tone: "Don't say that word in front of me."

"Okay." Song Zi leaned into Ah Yan's ear, lowered his voice and said, "Because he is my father, my own father, I can't just watch him die in front of me."

"It's a long story. My situation is a bit complicated. I wanted to talk to you a long time ago, but I couldn't find the opportunity before. It's my fault that it took so long." Song Zi saw Ah Yan's icy face After he calmed down, his dangling heart also fell down.

Song Zi originally grabbed Ah Yan's hand and wrapped his palm around the opponent's hand. Seeing that the opponent's expression slowed down, he let go of his hand, gently opened Ah Yan's clenched fist because of anger, and inserted it into the opponent's hand. Between the gaps between the slender fingers, Master Tongxin clasped his fingers together: "There were assassins at the time, and I was really worried that something would happen to you, Ah Yan. If anything happened to you, I would definitely regret it forever."

In fact, he was also worried about the child, but he was afraid that Ah Yan would be unhappy, so he didn't dare to mention it at this time.

Song Zi acted coquettishly to his older lover: "I'm so sad that you weren't by my side when you woke up."

But Ah Yan was even more annoyed: "You were sleepy and I stayed with you for two days, and I was even more sad. I didn't see you wake up after watching you for so long, but your father woke up after watching you."

"I was wrong." Song Zi admitted his mistake obediently, "I won't do it next time, let's not mention this matter, okay?"

The carriage was bumping, he hugged his sweetheart, leaned forward and kissed Ah Yan's white lips, one after another lingering kisses, conveying the surging emotions in his heart that could not be expressed in words, turning those pale lips Dye in a dewy red bright color.

Now it is more important to coax the wife, father or something, let's put it aside for now.