"Where do you think we should hold our wedding?" Zhangsun Wuji leaned on the chair behind Fuyao, leaning on her shoulder as he blew on her earlobe. Once, then once, then once, then once, then once, then once …
Fuyao pushed his face away. She did not turn her head, scan his eyes, or make eye contact with him. Her poker face said, "I'm busy, and I'm not interested in your boring question."
His Majesty would never change his plans just because of Queen Meng's attitude. His hand became even more restless when his face was pushed away. He picked up Fuyao's delicate earlobe and shone it against the sun. Her snow-white, exquisite earlobe sparkled like pearls under the bright sunlight. Tiny red veins could be seen inside, like the natural lines of beautiful jade.
It was very comfortable to have her earlobes pinched, not to mention that Emperor Zhangsun had always been light and graceful. Fuyao felt drowsy from the pinch, and she foolishly immersed herself in the warm sunlight. The summer breeze of May brushed past her body, mixed with the faint fragrance of the Asura Lotus. That fragrance always stood alone, surrounded by clusters of primrose, melon chrysanthemum, begonia, spring cuckoo, crab claw lotus, and many other fragrances. Fuyao's heart sank.
She let out a comfortable sigh and arched her neck back, expressing her sincere approval of this behavior.
Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch …
Why did my chest suddenly feel itchy?
Lu, Shan, Zhi, Claw!
Fuyao opened her eyes abruptly, her gaze bright. With a flick of her finger, the wind whistled — "Five Claws Dragon Claw"!
The hand that had crossed the permissible range quickly turned around and grabbed the claw in his palm. He even squeezed it — "Taming Tigress Fist"!
"Go away! Go away! " Fuyao could not retract her claw, so she kicked it. "Go away, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you —"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and grabbed the tigress' leg, coaxing her with a good temper, "Be good, just use your hand and mouth, not your leg. I'm not afraid of hurting my Crown Prince, but I'm afraid of hurting you."
"Go to hell!" It would have been better if he had not mentioned it, but the moment he did, a certain someone fumed. His gaze was like lightning, his hair standing on end, and he shouted, "What Crown Prince? I'm not getting married! I'll be a single mother! Dawan will be his in the future, not your Crown Prince. He! Is! Me! Family! Too! Son! "
"Fine, I'll be your Crown Prince." Zhangsun Wuji continued to coax her. "You'll be your Crown Prince first, then my Crown Prince." Then, he supported her attentively. "Don't cry at the flowers and sigh at the moon. It's so pitiful that the flowers have withered."
Meng Fuyao pushed him away and pretended to be paralyzed. Zhangsun Wuji gave him a look, and Lord Ingot immediately rushed over respectfully and raised a piece of dessert over his head, as if he was a gentle and virtuous lady.
Meng Fuyao glanced at him and grunted in acknowledgment. She then picked up some snacks and ate them slowly. Both Lord Ingot and Emperor Zhangsun were overjoyed — Her Majesty had given them face!
Her Majesty, the most honorable pregnant queen in the world, has graced us with her presence!
A pregnant woman!
Yes, pregnant women.
The most noble and precious pregnant woman, but also the most miserable and chaotic one.
When a person who regarded the wedding night as sacred, when he woke up from the coffin and kissed passionately, suddenly found that he had a big belly and was about to give birth — this was an unparalleled tragedy of the highest quality.
Ever since then, Meng Fuyao's face had never been clear.
There was no wedding night, no warm honeymoon, no joy of having a baby in a warm bed, no happiness of listening to the baby's heartbeat and experiencing the continuation of the bloodline. She did not accompany the child through its implantation, growth, and all the first times in her life. Just a second ago, she was still a young girl, and the next second, she was going to be a ripe melon. This was too much of a test of one's endurance!
That day, when Lord Ingot, who had not seen Meng Fuyao for nine months, blinked his eyes at the entrance of the temple and saw Meng Fuyao walking out of the underground palace, he let out a deep sigh. Queen Meng was indeed different … In an instant, she had transformed from a lithe and graceful unmarried girl into a pregnant woman with butterfly spots all over her face.
Meng Fuyao, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, fell into a rare period of arrogance. She saw rats as hateful, foxes as shameless, and a certain man as disdainful. When she realized her miserable state, she strangled him in the coffin and yelled, "Where did this child come from? Who stuffed it in? "
Emperor Zhangsun told her in a good mood, "August 15th, Yuanyi Palace Hall, you pulled down my clothes …"
"Stop!" The pregnant woman immediately cut off His Majesty's longing memories and shouted, "I don't want it!"
His Majesty answered calmly, "I want it."
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly. "It's not up to you. I'm in charge of my child."
His Majesty smiled. "But I've been raising this child for a long time, and he has already recognized me as his father." He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Meng Fuyao's belly. Indeed, the child who had already recognized someone else as his father immediately moved.
Meng Fuyao was shocked by the movement of the fetus for a moment. Dizzily, she recalled that she already had a child, and that her child already knew how to kick sideways. That feeling was really strange … Then, she snapped out of her trance and flew into a rage. What the hell! The child in my belly is yours just because you touched it a few times?
The angry pregnant woman made His Majesty feel very wronged. He sighed. "It wasn't easy for me to raise this child …"
It wasn't easy. At their level, eating was no longer important except for drinking water. A Stabilizing Pill from the temple could allow both of them to enter the state of tortoise rest. However, when Meng Fuyao transmigrated back, Zhangsun Wuji couldn't hold on much longer. In the end, something went wrong during the soul-guiding process, causing Meng Fuyao to sleep for a few more months before waking up. This was a little troublesome, as the fetus could not break through the Nine Heavens. Zhangsun Wuji had put in a lot of effort to maintain the child's healthy growth while she was in the state of tortoise rest. He had used all kinds of spiritual herbs that he could think of. Fortunately, Meng Fuyao's body had become extraordinary after being immersed in Zong Yue's elixirs for a long time. If it were anyone else, there was an 80% chance that the child would not be able to stay.
Queen Meng had always been tough on the outside, but soft on the inside. That hard heart of hers was especially soft when it met someone's soft touch. When His Majesty's eyebrows drooped, her heart skipped a beat. When His Majesty sighed, her heart twitched. When His Majesty revealed a helpless expression, she immediately began to reflect on whether she was being too unreasonable. Too uncultured? Too inconsiderate?
Sigh … forget it …
Her own child had already unknowingly called someone else 'Daddy'. What else could she do?
After all, the child would come out of her womb and could only call her 'Mommy'. No one could deny that, right?
Queen Meng reluctantly accepted this fact and began her extremely short life of pregnancy waiting to give birth.
It was really too short … from knowing that she was pregnant to preparing for delivery, only 20 days had passed. She didn't even have the time to get married, and even if she was asked, she wouldn't have the face to do so …
Although she managed to escape the discomfort of vomiting in the early stages of pregnancy, her body became clumsy in the later stages. Her legs and feet became swollen, and she couldn't sleep well. Her appetite was especially good, and her stomach's capacity grew at an alarming rate. She often woke up in the middle of the night to request to gnaw on pig's feet, and it had to be no less than 1.5 catties each. Naturally, His Majesty would try his best to satisfy her. The small kitchen outside the bedroom was on fire 24 hours a day. Not to mention pig's feet, His Majesty would probably discuss with Yuan Bao about the possibility of sacrificing his flesh and offering it to him.
When Queen Meng sat on the bed in the middle of the night, hugging her quilt and gnawing on pig's feet, His Majesty would sit opposite her and watch her eat affectionately. His gaze often made Queen Meng feel that she wasn't gnawing on a bone with messy hair and greasy hands, but sitting among the flowers, admiring them gracefully. There was no mirror in her bedroom that could prove how heroic and mighty she was when she was gnawing on meat. Thus, she really thought that she was the beautiful flower that was gnawing on meat.
However, Hua Hua's intelligence had always been high. Although she was often mesmerized by His Majesty's gaze and forgot her true weight, she would occasionally look up at the sky in sadness when she was halfway through her meal. She would touch her cheeks, which had recently risen in altitude, and think about how much fat would be left on her body if she were to remove the piece in her stomach? 'It must be a huge number.'
Due to her estimation of the huge number, Queen Meng deceived herself and rejected the faithful mirror. She held a completely chaotic and indifferent attitude towards her own tonnage. She was still immersed in her beautiful sadness and felt that the world had abandoned her. Even her child had acknowledged someone else as his father before she knew him. 'Fate is playing tricks on me. I jumped three levels from a young girl to a woman, and then to a mother without saying a word.
'The world deceives me, cheats me, abandons me, and lies to me. I eat it, gnaw it, swallow it, and drink it!'
'The altitude is rising … the fat is accumulating …' His Majesty was very satisfied. 'The more fat there is, the better the child will grow.'
After some precise calculations, Lord Ingot felt that Meng Fuyao's body size was infinitely close to mine …
Thus, one day, when a new palace maid accidentally uncovered a covered mirror, Meng Fuyao caught a glimpse of a beautiful Caucasian in the mirror …
"Ah!"
After the scream, Queen Meng Fuyao went on a hunger strike that day.
A pregnant woman going on a hunger strike was equivalent to two. The severity of the problem made everyone anxious. The medical officer in charge of Meng Fuyao's diet was on the verge of a breakdown. Only His Majesty was not anxious. After hearing the report, he went straight to Meng Fuyao's bedroom.
Normally, as the child's father, His Majesty's normal reaction would be to persuade, roar, and reconcile. If it was Qiong Yao's version, it would probably be: 'How can you not eat it? How can you not eat it? What if you don't eat our child? It's the fruit of our love! It's my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but please don't torture yourself. You're suffering, but my heart is hurting! '
If it was Gu Long's version, it would probably be:
"You're not eating it?"
"No."
"You're really not eating?"
"I really won't eat."
"See my sword?"
"So what?"
"If you don't eat it …" The sword flashed and pressed against her artery. "Die!"
If it was Zhou Xingxing's version, it would probably be:
"You really don't want to eat it? Are you sure you don't want to eat it? Why didn't you say so earlier? How would I know if you didn't say you didn't want to eat it? Alright, if you don't want to eat it, I won't eat it. I'm leaving. "
…
Meng Fuyao sat on the fishing platform, waiting for His Majesty to arrive. As for the three versions, Her Majesty would deal with it as it came. You have Zhang Liang's plan, I have a bridge and a ladder.
Qiong Yao's version: "Let us die! Let us die! I don't know you! I have a curtain of dreams, and from now on, I will not be with you … "
Gu Long's version:
She stared coldly at the shining blade.
The wind whistled past.
A fallen leaf suddenly fell thirty feet away.
"You should die."
* Bang. *
The man in black fell to the ground.
"Rather than me dying, you should die." She looked down at the lifeless body and slowly blew the blood off the sword. "You know, I hate being ordered."
Zhou Xingxing's version: "What's your mother's surname?"
…
That night, His Majesty Zhangsun entered the bedroom of Queen Meng, who was on hunger strike.
That night, His Majesty Ingot and the Nine-Tailed Fox fought for the best position. In the end, His Majesty Ingot sacrificed some of the hair on his buttocks and won, occupying the best position on the eaves.
That night, His Majesty Ingot squatted on the eaves and looked up at the moon at a 45-degree angle for a long time. Suddenly, he felt nostalgic and was in the mood to write a poem.
"The big string is noisy like the heavy rain, the small string is like a whisper, the noisy string is disorderly, the big and small pigs fall on a jade plate."
His Majesty Ingot felt that this poem was formed from his heart's blood and was worthy of being recorded as a memento. Hence, he specially recorded it on a piece of Fuling pancake for his friends to read. If someone passed by and read it, they would remind him, "This doesn't seem to be your original work." His Majesty Ingot was displeased. "I'm in a bad mood when you say that. This poem is formed from my heart's blood and sweat. It comes from the rich knowledge I've gained from my long immersion in poetry and prose. All the spirituality is transformed into words and flowed on the tip of my pen … Don't you think it's a bit similar to the poem of the second elder of the senate who sells vegetables in the countryside? No, absolutely not. The second elder of the senate is a grassroots poet I admire very much. But really, it seems that I don't have the energy to refine his poems one by one … If there are similarities, it's purely because my memory is too good! "
Later, the Nine-Tailed Fox sighed. "How much IQ does one have to have to be to remember that sentence so accurately … Memory is really a magical thing …"
This poem was thus sung. Busybodies recorded it in The Emperor's Secret History. There was a long period of research, discussion, debate, hype, and anti-hype about the rich meanings contained in "the heavy rain" and "the whisper" … Of course, this is a story for another time.
All in all, on that night, when Emperor Zhangsun stayed in Queen Meng's palace for a full night, Queen Meng served the meal the next day. Later on, Lord Ingot offered some snacks, which she did the honor of.
After offering the snacks, Lord Ingot asked Emperor Zhangsun, "Did you use the health of the child to move the arrogant pregnant empress?" Emperor Zhangsun looked at his beloved with a fleeting gaze. "Don't look at indecent things! Don't ask about indecent things! Don't say anything about indecent things! "
In short, that kind of "What if you don't eat the child?" Kind of stupid words, Zhangsun Wuji would never say. The pregnant woman was already sad that she had mysteriously become a birth machine. How could she be provoked by such a hint that "the child is the most important"? She was not an idiot.
Emperor Zhangsun smiled happily, thinking to himself, "I should change my position tonight …"
…
At that moment, Meng Fuyao had already left Qiong Cang and returned to Wuji, where the climate was most suitable for childbirth. The entire Wuji Palace was in chaos the moment she arrived. Everyone was so nervous that their faces were pale and their eyes were red.
Ten medical officers were in charge of her delivery. When they bumped into each other on the streets, their greetings were changed to, "Has the baby been born?"
One day, when one of the medical officers was having breakfast, the steamed bun on the stove was not cooked. The medical officer had not slept for days and was in a daze. He mumbled in a daze, "Yes …"
The medical officers rushed away.
The palace maid overturned the basin.
The eunuch waiting for news rushed to the throne room.
His Majesty dismissed the court.
A crowd gathered in front of Meng Fuyao's bedchamber, knocking on the door.
His Majesty leaped onto roofs and vaulted over walls.
Her Majesty poked her head out, her willowy eyebrows furrowed. How could she not sleep?
…
Twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.
Finally, it was time for the melon to be completely ripe.
Early in the morning, the entire palace was immersed in a tense atmosphere. Lord Ingot twisted his claws and unconsciously plucked his precious golden fur. Nine-Tailed fiddled with his nine tails, thinking that if he could give birth to nine, he would be able to support one with each tail. Tie Cheng squatted far away in the flowerbed, looking like he was fertilizing, but unknowingly, he had pulled out all the flowers that His Majesty treasured. His Majesty …
Emperor Zhangsun was very calm.
He stayed in the delivery room that had been specially set up.
The white-haired old tutor tried to persuade him again and again, saying that this was against the rules. Emperor Zhangsun smiled amiably and told the old tutor,
"In Wuji, my words are the rules."
Meng Fuyao heard him through the curtains and shouted, "Rules are meant to be broken!"
The two valiant emperors left the old tutor speechless, and he could only leave with tears in his eyes. Zhangsun Wuji turned around and held Meng Fuyao's hand with a smile. "It's okay, I'm here."
"It's okay!" Meng Fuyao waved her hand in an even more indifferent manner. "He has to come out in no time. If he dares not to come out, he won't come out for the rest of his life!"
…
Threats … were useless most of the time.
From the first glimmer of dawn to the middle of the moon, those who were supposed to come out had yet to come out. The medical officers had been tormented until they were paralyzed on the ground. The energetic Meng Fuyao had also scolded Zhangsun Wuji and all their pets, even cursing the next generation of the pets. Lord Ingot was left speechless with tears in his eyes. 'Damn it, I don't even know where my son is, but you've already plucked all his fur. I'll just be a bachelor for the rest of my life …'
The moon slid past the middle of the sky and slowly moved west, leisurely hanging on the corner of the brightly lit eaves of the Deep Spring Palace. Just as it was about to fall, a baby's cry was suddenly heard, piercing through the night sky.
"It's born!"
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