Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Cha Jiu always looks for opportunities to push Shen Beizhan down.

But this rough guy was as meticulous as dust, and he was always worried about aggravating her terrible injuries. No matter how he tried to seduce her, he just refused to touch her.

Cha Jiu was so angry that he puffed up his cheeks and blew his hair on his forehead, but there was nothing he could do.

The system couldn't help but sigh: "Shen Beizhan's self-control is so strong that even cows and horses had to fight for my aphrodisiac potion for a day and a night. Shen Beizhan managed to survive it several times."

"No, you gave him the medicine used by cows and horses?"

"Hehe." The system smiled with a guilty conscience, "Produced by the system, it can be used by humans and animals. It's okay, it's okay."

But after waiting and waiting, Cha Jiu finally got an opportunity.

……

The queen held a spring appreciation banquet and invited distinguished guests from various families to the palace.

Song Heng and Chu Mengwan were also among them.

Chu Mengwan had been secretly communicating with Song Heng and was already two months pregnant.

She couldn't wait to completely ruin Cha Jiu's reputation so that she could marry into the Song family as soon as possible.

"Has that matter been arranged?" Chu Mengwan asked the nanny Chen next to her while picking up the clothes to wear to the palace for the banquet.

Chen replied: "Get ready. The late prince and some old people are working in the palace. Although they are not important positions, they are enough to deal with Princess Chenghui this time."

Only Chunxiao, the maid next to her, and Mrs. Chen, who had taken care of her since childhood, knew about Chu Mengwan's pregnancy.

Chunxiao was very loyal. Because she was worried that her master would reveal his pregnancy, the clothes she prepared for the banquet were loose and covered her belly.

Mrs. Chen, however, thought more carefully: "The baby won't be pregnant for two months, so just prepare some nice-looking and slim-fitting clothes. The looser they are, the more suspicious they will be."

Chunxiao had no choice but to prepare her clothes again and sighed: "Princess, why can't Master Song know about your pregnancy? We are the only ones planning it, and it's very difficult."

Chu Mengwan's attitude was firm: "No, before I marry into the Song family, Brother Song must not know about this matter."

She knew Song Heng's character very well.

Although he loved her, if he knew that she was pregnant, he would never let her keep the child.

Because the risk to be taken is too great. Once discovered, both of their reputations and futures will be ruined.

But Chu Mengwan really couldn't let go of this child.

This is the testimony of her love with Brother Song.

Thinking of this, Chu Mengwan became even more eager to plot against Cha Jiu.

……

Before entering the palace, Shen Beizhan shaved off his beard.

Chajiu stood beside the carriage and was stunned when she saw him walking from under the tree with falling flowers in the courtyard with a clean face.

In the past, Shen Beizhan's appearance was covered by a thick beard, and even half of his true appearance could not be seen.

Looking back now, the hair is tied up in ink and the face is serious. There is no imperfection in the facial features, and there is no imperfection in the facial features. One point more is too much, and one point less is insufficient.

The deep brows and eyes are like cold stars splashing with ink, and the high bridge of the nose seems to have been carefully carved.

The thin lips are unruly, the jawline is sharp, and the whole person's aura is like a cold knife drawn from its sheath.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the God of War who stepped on the clouds from heaven and descended to earth.

Even Qing Dai and Chen Xiang couldn't help but gasp when they saw it.

Who said General Shen Si was ugly? What nonsense!

Even if the capital city, no, the Chu country was turned upside down, it would be difficult to find a more handsome person than this one.

Shen Beizhan had been showing off his beard for many years, but now he suddenly shaved it off, which was very unaccustomed to him.

When he saw Cha Jiu staring at his face, he scratched his head shyly and said, "Isn't it weird that I... shaved my beard?"

Chajiu shook his head and said sincerely: "Fengshen is handsome and has the appearance of a heavenly being. So where did your title of 'Ghost Faced General' come from? Is there such a handsome male Shura in this Yama Palace?"

Shen Beizhan heard Cha Jiu praising him and said sheepishly: "I don't know, maybe my way of killing enemies on the battlefield is too scary? In one battle, I killed more than 200 enemy soldiers, and they were covered in blood. Seeing the horror, he called me that."

He still remembered that after that battle, he seemed to have walked out of a pool of blood. Every strand of his hair was dripping with blood. His eyelids were stuck with dried blood clots and were half-open and half-closed. It was very scary.

But when the people in the border city saw him, they were not afraid at all.

They greeted each other across the street, full of tears. The old man pulled the child to his knees, pointed at him and said: "Look clearly, this is the heroic general who protects us. When the barbarians and bandits see him, they will see the ghostly face and evil deeds coming from behind." The underworld is coming to claim your life.”

Cha Jiu suddenly realized.

It turns out that the "ghost face" does not refer to Shen Beizhan's ugly appearance, but refers to the barbarian enemy who knew that his death was coming when they saw him.

At this time, the "ghost-faced general" was very picky about the layout in the carriage.

"This cushion is not thick enough. Your Highness's injuries are not fully healed yet, so it will be uncomfortable to sit on."

"This pastry has become hard after being stored for a long time. Go to the kitchen and get something warm and soft."

Qing Dai and Chen Xiang looked at each other, unable to imagine this chatty General Shen acting decisively on the battlefield.

While the servants were changing pastries, Cha Jiu asked in the middle of a casual conversation: "Why did you suddenly think of shaving?"

Shen Beizhan hesitated and refused to tell the reason for a long time.

In fact, from the time of the wedding to the hunt, he had been hearing people around him laughing at his rough appearance with a beard.

He himself didn't care.

But he didn't want to hear others laugh at Cha Jiu for having an unkempt, ugly and vulgar husband.

He felt that she deserved the best things in the world and should enjoy the respect and admiration of others.

Although he is not the best, he will try to make himself better.

……

The flower-viewing banquet was held in the Fanghua Palace, surrounded by various gorgeous and famous flowers in bloom, and in the middle was an elegant banquet with a meandering water basin.

People were admiring the flowers and reciting poems, or drinking tea and chatting. It was very lively.

Song Heng stood in front of the flowers, surrounded by several literary friends, and encouraged him to compose a poem with the flowers as the title.

"Master Song has a brilliant literary talent, and he will definitely be the best poet in this flower viewing banquet."

Song Heng resisted several times at first, and then saw Yuan Xiang's figure walking towards this direction in his peripheral vision. He accepted the situation and wrote the poem he had prepared on the paper with a flourish.

When he finished the last stroke, Yuan Xiang was standing beside him, watching quietly.

Song Heng pretended to have noticed him and bowed his hands in salute: "Master Xiang."

Yuan Xiang pressed his hand and said in an easy-going tone: "There is no need to be polite between you and me."

After saying that, Yuan Xiang's eyes were suddenly attracted by the last poem on the paper.

"...The spring light is like passing water, and the flowers have fallen into the sky." He stroked his long beard and muttered this sentence, and then he understood Song Heng's intention when he wrote the poem.

Obviously there are flowers in full bloom in front of him, but Song Heng feels sad when he touches the beautiful scenery, and misses the good times of admiring flowers with his deceased wife in the past.

Prime Minister Yuan couldn't help but sigh: "It's already the fifth year since Chang'er left."

Yuan Shang, the legitimate daughter of Yuan Xiang who died young, was also Song Heng's late wife.

Song Heng said lonely: "It's true that the past is gone, and the flowers have faded away. Fortunately, I can always meet Chang'er in dreams these years, so that I can understand my lovesickness."

Yuan Xiang patted his shoulder: "You have noble character and value love and righteousness. Chang'er is lucky to meet you in this life. But don't be too sad and delay your future."

Song Heng smiled bitterly: "I am now the deputy general envoy. I am not handling important matters, and I am not valued by the emperor. There is nothing to delay."

Prime Minister Yuan comforted him: "Don't worry, General Secretary Chen Bin is getting old and is ready to retire and return to his hometown. When this position becomes available, I will recommend you to the emperor."

Song Heng quickly saluted again: "Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your trust."

Yuan Xiang stroked his beard: "I believe in my judgment of people. Don't let me down."

From an angle that Yuan Xiang could not see, Song Heng, who was bending to thank him, had a satisfied smile on his face.

He had long known the news that the General Secretary was resigning.

Therefore, writing a mourning poem this time to arouse Yuan Tong's sympathy was a carefully designed step on his part.

As he raised his head to chat and laugh again, Song Heng saw Cha Jiu Yanli approaching, followed by a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Song Heng saw the man's face clearly and was stunned.