The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Feng Jialan looked at the little fool with his head up, looking at himself eagerly, his appearance was both pitiful and a little...cute.

He snorted softly, bent down and stuffed the new bamboo flute into his hand.

Ke Yunchu's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that it was really for him.

The bamboo flute in his hand was much more delicate than the one given to him by Rong Xia's brother. The former was made light enough, but this one was even smaller and lighter than the former.

Seeing that Ke Yunchu was still in a daze, Feng Jialan frowned and said, "Are you unhappy?"

Ke Yunchu turned the bamboo flute in his hand, but there was no word "Chu" on it, which made him a little disappointed.

Although this bamboo flute is more beautiful, it is bought after all, and it is different from the one made for him by Rong Xia's brother.

But Feng Jialan said: "Isn't the flute made by Ben Gong better than his? What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Ke Yunchu clutched the bamboo flute in his hand in a daze, using as much strength as he could now.

This flute...was actually made by brother Jialan himself?

Ke Yunchu licked his lips, and unexpectedly said: "Can you add the word Chu on it..."

After finishing speaking, he also felt that he seemed to push his feet a little bit, so he retracted his hand embarrassingly, and said, "Forget it, forget it..."

Feng Jialan seemed to understand something, turned around and picked up Qi Rongxia's flute for Ke Yunchu to look at, and sure enough, she found a small word "Chu" on it.

Feng Jialan paused, and then said: "Isn't it just to carve a word, what's the difficulty?"

He took the flute back from Ke Yunchu's hand, brushed it a few times, and engraved the character "Chu" on it, and turned his head to ask the little fool who was looking this way: "What else do you want?"

The little fool was overwhelmed by flattery, and after a while he said cautiously: "Carve, carve a villain...is that okay?"

Feng Jialan didn't speak, just lowered her head and sketched on the flute.

This time his movements were much more detailed than before, and after a while, a stick figure with a silly grin appeared vividly on the flute.

Ke Yunchu looked at the villain above and showed a similar smile.

The corners of Feng Jialan's lips raised slightly unconsciously: "Satisfied?"

Ke Yunchu nodded slightly: "Thank you brother Jialan."

Feng Jialan raised her eyebrows and said to him, "Blow it and try it."

Ke Yunchu obediently blew into the flute. Even though the flute was smaller, the sound it produced was clearer and louder than Qi Rongxia's, and it took less effort.

Although the flute is better, the skill of the flute player is still unbearable to look at. The sound is intermittent, high and low, as if being sawed off by force, it is really harsh.

"Tsk..." Feng Jialan frowned, stretched out her hand, and said to Ke Yunchu, "Give it to me."

Ke Yunchu thought it was because he was playing too badly, so he wanted to take the flute back, he was a little bit reluctant, but put the flute in his hand obediently.

Feng Jialan took the bamboo flute, but Ke Yunchu didn't have time to lose it, so he heard him continue, "Listen well, I'll just play it for you once."

As he spoke, he put the bamboo flute to his lips, and a beautiful music flowed out.

Seeing Ke Yunchu's fascinated expression, Feng Jialan was a little proud: "How is it? Do you want me to teach you?"

Ke Yunchu nodded.

"Then you have to promise me that if someone else gives you something again, you can't accept it."

Ke Yunchu opened his eyes innocently: "Why?"

"I said it's not allowed, it is not allowed, there is no reason."

Seeing the familiar impatient look on his face, Ke Yunchu trembled involuntarily, and subconsciously nodded.

Only then did Feng Jialan pull him into his arms with satisfaction, grabbed his hand and taught him fingering.

Feng Jialan watched his pink lips cover the place she had blown just now, the beautifully shaped lips were slightly pouted, and the color of her eyes darkened.

When he spoke again, his voice became a little hoarse.

"Fingers change like this..."

Ke Yunchu tried what he said, and sure enough, he blew a small tune. He turned his head to look at him happily, but his lips brushed Feng Jialan's cheek inadvertently, making him stiff.

But the instigator, as if nothing had happened, turned his head to the flute and played the short section just now, smiling happily.

"What should happen next..."

"Um......"

"...Brother Jialan?" Ke Yunchu noticed Feng Jialan's absent-mindedness and called him.

Because of the blowing forcefully, Ke Yunchu's originally pale face had two blushes, which were really beautiful, and Feng Jialan's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times.

"Brother Jialan...a flag has been raised at your place..."

After Ke Yunchu finished speaking, he felt that the flag was raised higher, and it touched his waist, making him twist uncomfortably.

"Don't move." Feng Jialan held down his restless waist.

Because of the war, he had been abstinent for a long time, and at this time, he could not help being a little annoyed that his desire was aroused by simply playing the flute.

He grabbed Ke Yunchu's soft hand, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his ear: "I will teach you a more powerful fingering technique."

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After another half a month, they finally returned to the imperial city where they had been away for several months.

The news that they were about to return to the imperial city had already spread.

This time the prince went out to fight the battle himself and won fifteen cities, which gave the common people a glimmer of hope. When they entered the city, they would be greeted by the common people on the way to the palace.

Ke Yunchu hadn't seen Cui'er and Deyang for a long time, and when he returned to the East Palace, he greeted them happily when he saw them.

Tweety and Deyang's eyes were red when they saw him unable to walk, and they were shocked when they saw his stomach.

Not only them, when the palace banquet was held at night, all the officials dropped their jaws when they saw his appearance.

This idiot princess is still beautiful and amazing, but his belly is suddenly high and swollen, even if he is wearing a loose dress, it can't cover it.

Moreover, this palace banquet was attended by the prince holding the princess in his arms.

Ke Yunchu was very sensitive to the fact that many people were staring at his belly, heard them talking about him, and covered it up a little to hide it.

Feng Jialan narrowed her eyes, and looked coldly at the group of people below. The group of officials realized that their behavior was inappropriate, and immediately lowered their heads, chatting with the people next to them, and smiling faces to greet and congratulate, just like they just now It's as if the thing staring at Ke Yunchu never happened.

Feng Jialan then sat down with Ke Yunchu.

When Prime Minister Ke not far away saw Ke Yunchu's stomach, his heart suddenly turned upside down. He clearly gave him the anti-child medicine and told him to do so. How could it be that he didn't take it at all?

Halfway through the banquet, Ke Yunchu couldn't sit still, feeling tired.

Feng Jialan noticed his situation and asked Deyang to carry him back first.

When Prime Minister Ke saw Ke Yunchu leaving, he also left his seat and headed towards the East Palace not long after.

Just as Ke Yunchu was being served by Deyang and lay down, when he saw Prime Minister Ke coming in, his eyes lit up, and he yelled crisply: "Daddy!"

The sound of daddy almost made Prime Minister Ke burst into tears. He pushed back the maid and eunuch, stepped forward and sat by Ke Yunchu's bed, and touched his face with his big hand: "My son...why did you lose weight? There are so many! What kind of suffering have you suffered!"

Just now at the banquet, they were a little far away and couldn't see clearly, but now that they are so close, Prime Minister Ke realized that Ke Yunchu had lost so much weight after not seeing him for a few months, not even baby fat.

Ke Yunchu rubbed his face on his big palm: "Daddy, Chuchu misses you so much!"

"Dad, why not? I heard that you went to the border, and Daddy doesn't think about tea or food..."

Prime Minister Ke suddenly remembered that he still had something to question him, how could he be led astray by his sugar-coated shells, he quickly turned back, and asked anxiously, "Tell the truth to Dad, the fruit candy that Dad gave you, are you right?" did not eat?"

"...what fruit candy?"

Seeing Ke Yunchu's confused face, Prime Minister Ke stroked his forehead and reminded him: "It's that...the candy that Daddy told you to eat after having sex with the crown prince...you fool ..."

Ke Yunchu finally remembered, "I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't eat..."

Prime Minister Ke hurriedly asked, "Didn't Dad tell you everything, why don't you eat it?"

Ke Yunchu said seriously, "This is a child-avoiding medicine. I don't want to avoid children. I want to have a baby."

Prime Minister Ke was almost so angry that he would blow his beard and stare. He was worried that he would be hurt, but he wanted to do the opposite.

How can it be so easy for a man to give birth to a child...

But if he really made up his mind to blame him, he couldn't bear it. Seeing Ke Yunchu looking at him seriously, after all, he was his son whom he loved since he was a child, Prime Minister Ke's hard-hearted heart softened again.

He sighed, now it's done, all he can do is wait for the child to be born.

"Chu'er, sit up quickly and let Dad see if you are injured..."

After a while, he didn't see any movement: "Chu'er?"

Ke Yunchu timidly said: "Daddy... I, I can't get up..."

Prime Minister Ke felt a chill in his heart, thinking that since he saw Ke Yunchu, he had never seen him walking by himself...

He lifted Ke Yunchu's quilt, rolled up his trouser legs, and saw that there were dense and terrible wounds on the original white jade-like flawless ankles, the scabs had already faded, and the scars were winding like insects.

"How is this going?!"