Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The next day.

Song Le opened his eyes in a daze, and what he met was a handsome face with crooked eyes, and the amber eyes were clear and beautiful.

It is clear that you are a prince, a young boy who has just grown up, but he does not mind lying on the side of the bed, observing her sleeping face.

Song Le froze for a moment, the scene seemed similar.

Song Le, still drowsy, called out: "Brother Zhizhi." Then he suddenly remembered that two years ago, when their relationship was particularly good, Lu Zhizhi always liked to sit aside and wait for her to wake up.

From time to time, he would kiss her on the forehead and say, "Le'er, you look so pretty when you're asleep."

Now too... Lu Zhizhi said softly with his eyes, "Le'er, I was just thinking about how I can like you so much."

Song Le pursed her lips, avoiding his sight, and remembered that the two of them were married, and something was not quite right yesterday, so she couldn't help but froze, and looked down at herself.

Lu Zhizhi knew what she was worried about, and after a moment of sadness, he explained: "I got the imperial doctor yesterday, and I'm fine now."

Song Le nodded and hummed lightly.

Although Lu Zhizhi expected that it was the empress's handwriting, he still paused slightly: "The empress..."

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Song Le whispered: "I don't know, when the time comes, let's talk about it when the time comes."

"Zhizhi, ahem, how are you and Le'er doing, are you done...?" She tried her best to get this acacia, just to get rid of this worry.

He strolled to the queen's palace to visit.

"Well, there is no other way to solve it, so... Le'er." Lu Zhizhi raised his hand to follow her scattered black hair, hesitant to speak.

Lu Zhizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said in a gentle voice: "Mother, please rest well, don't worry about this matter, just let nature take its course."

After lunch, Song Le took a sewing dustpan and began to embroider casually. Every stitch and thread can make people feel calm.

Ah Bao, who was looking sideways in amazement, made a booing gesture, smiled like a spring breeze, and naturally reached out to cover her eyes lightly.

"Three days?" Song Le was taken aback.

Song Le's eyes suddenly darkened, and he froze.

The emperor ignored the government affairs, and Lu Zhizhi, as the prince, had to correct the memorial on his behalf.

Not far away, when Lu Zhizhi saw it, he pushed back the palace attendants and walked towards her.

The woman coughed, pinching the handkerchief with her fingers, so slender that she could barely see a little extra flesh, she nodded: "It's okay."

"However..." Lu Zhizhi thought for a few seconds, and still told the truth about the medicinal properties of Acacia.

"it is good."

It's no wonder that Lu Zhizhi, after all, he didn't know beforehand, but.

"Mother, are you feeling better?" After she finished drinking the medicine, Lu Zhizhi helped her up and asked.

Song Le was overwhelmed and confused.

at the same time.

She can see how much Zhizhi likes Leer, and her health is getting worse and worse, not to mention that Leer has disfigured her face for Zhizhi.

"No?"

Song Le was distracted at first, and Ah Bao sat beside her, untying the threads for her.

Leer puts his dignity above his life, but he can't.

If he still had thoughts of occupying before, then after that time, he could no longer think about it.

Looking at the densely packed and stacked piles, it has been a whole morning.

The embroidering movement in his hand paused, and he guessed: "Brother Zhizhi?"

Lu Zhizhi didn't intend to make things difficult for her, and smiled: "What are you embroidering?"

But when he lowered his body, his smile froze instantly——

On it is a line of characters.

Song Le saw the change in his face, and also found out what she unconsciously embroidered here, but now it's not a block, and it's not a block.