After the powerful minister was reborn, he married the delicate girl back home

"Ms. sir, are you kidding me? This joke is not funny at all." Li Jiarong smiled, but the smile was a little forced, and she still didn't dare to believe it.

Gu Xingmo looked at her quietly and replied solemnly: "Rong Niang, I'm not kidding."

"No, that's not right. It was you who first told me that you wanted a child. When the imperial edict first came out, I remember it very clearly. It was obviously you who said it first."

Why do you suddenly no longer want children?

Is it because she doesn't want the child she gave birth to?

Doesn't he like her anymore? Or do you want to take a concubine? He wants a child from his concubine?

……

The sensitivity engraved in her bones began to trouble her again, and Li Jiaorong's emotions gradually collapsed, and tears burst into her eyes. More and more tears gradually blurred her vision.

She looked at the man in front of her with the beautiful scenery, orchids and jade trees, and felt uneasiness and fear in her heart.

Brother Gu has been outstanding since he was a child. He is good at studying and good-looking. Now he is highly valued by the Holy Emperor and has a bright future. I wonder how many girls will want to marry him.

On the other hand, her parents died young and she was timid. Even if she was rewarded by a princess, she still felt that she could not bear the princess' magnanimity.

"Are you..." As timid as she is, she can't even ask this question now. She doesn't even have the courage to finish the question.

She is afraid, afraid that if she gets the answer "yes", how will she deal with herself in the future?

She cannot be as virtuous as the eldest ladies raised in aristocratic families and are willing to share their husbands with others.

Selfish, without talent or virtue, only crying when things happen, without any opinion... Li Jiarong felt sad in her heart when she thought about herself like this. Not to mention Brother Gu, even she herself didn't like him.

After being together for so long, Gu Xingmo immediately understood what she wanted to say, and couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little bitter in his heart, "I thought that after so many years, you had seen my thoughts clearly, but I never thought that there was still a distance between us. got these.”

"It's my fault. It's probably because I didn't do it properly enough to make you so suspicious."

As he spoke, he took the clean handkerchief on the side and carefully wiped away Li Jiaorong's tears with extremely gentle movements. He did not dislike the little face of his sweetheart who had been crying for a long time, and began to mutter again:

"I have a sweetheart. She is good-looking and has a good temper. She is as soft as a ball of cotton."

"Cotton is very good. It keeps me warm and keeps me company."

"But there is also a shortcoming, that is, the cotton is too soft. Sometimes it makes me feel powerless, but I can't bear to beat or scold me, so I can only keep it all in my heart."

After wiping his face clean, he held Li Jiaorong's hand again and put the little hand close to his face. His voice was full of tenderness:

"I like cotton, even if I feel suffocated."

"So, cotton, don't cry anymore. If you get too much water, you will get damp and not warm."

"I'll give you another idea. Why don't you just slap the person who made you sad to relieve your anger and don't torture yourself? Besides, this is not your fault."

His eyes were beautiful, as if they were filled with spring water. He was looking at one person intently, as if there was room for only one person.

In an instant, Li Jiaorong forgot to cry, and the sides of her cheeks quickly became crimson. She tried her best to pull out her hand, but Gu Xingmo held her hand tighter and tighter, until she couldn't bear the grievance and shouted: " It hurts so much." Then his hand was released.

He looked down hurriedly, only to see that his hands were still white and tender, not red at all.

Li Jiaorong was a little surprised. Is she so squeamish?

After listening to his loving words, and then looking at her hand, Li Jiaorong regained consciousness, and her original uneasiness and panic quickly dissipated.

Bits and pieces of the past came to mind again, making her feel guilty. She just listened to her dry explanation: "I don't believe you."

"Oh? Really?" Gu Xingmo looked at her with a half-smile, with the word "disbelief" clearly written in his eyes.

Li Jiaorong wanted to pull his sleeve and act coquettishly to fool him, but just as she was about to stretch out her hand, she remembered that he secretly drank the anti-child decoction without telling her, so she hardened up for a rare moment: "It's your fault. It's because you didn't want to follow me first." Giving birth to a baby.”

Li Jiaorong's mood started to feel low again when she mentioned this. She liked children, they were soft and milky, and a smile could warm her heart.

This time it was Gu Xingmo's turn to feel guilty. He wanted to hug the person he liked and explain in her ear.

But Li Jiaorong saw through it early, and immediately took two steps back in panic, and refused sternly: "Just talk, don't get so close to me."

The two of them were so close, and his warm breath and ambiguous atmosphere easily made her feel dizzy. Everything must have gone his way, just following...

Realizing that she had thought of something inappropriate, Li Jiaorong quickly shook her head, threw away all those things, and took several steps back to distance herself from him.

"It's just this far away. Speak carefully. If you dare to get close to me, I'll go back to the town and ask my mother to make the decision for me."

Gu Xingmo: ...I feel a little hurt...

"Okay, okay, I won't go." Gu Xingmo sat on the chair and looked at the bowl of dark medicinal soup that had been cooled on the table. His tone was a little lonely: "Those who have children but don't have children, After all, it’s the two of us who live our lives together, so why should we care about other people? It’s better to cherish each other.”

Li Jiaorong took her child too seriously. This was the case in her last life. Without her child, she would lose all hope and could no longer care about anything else, including him.

Thinking about this, Gu Xingmo became more and more sad, but Li Jiaorong didn't understand it now.

"Although the two of us live our lives together, if we have a child, life will be completely different."

"Besides, children are the continuation of our bloodline. If we really have a baby, whether it looks like you or me, I will be happy just to see it."

"So, sir, let's have a baby!"

"As long as you promise me, I won't care about you lying to me for so long."

She wanted to give that child everything she didn't get when she was a child. She wanted to be a good mother. She believed Gu Xingmo would be a good father. She wanted their child to be happy forever...

Gu Xingmo thought for a long time, but only whispered: "Rong Niang, isn't it good that we are like this now?"

Li Jiaorong's heart, which was originally full of expectation, suddenly became cold, "Why is that? Why?"

"Is it because of me? Are you afraid that something will happen to me?"

"Or do you just not like children? But you obviously like your nephew very much. You always hold him when you have free time."

"Why exactly?"

Li Jiaorong asked for a long time but got no response, which made her even more angry, "Since you don't want it, why did you tell me to have a baby that day? Why?"

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, "Is it because you are afraid that I will change my mind when I become the princess and want a child to hinder me?"

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder!"

"You blame me for not trusting you, but haven't you never believed in me? How can a couple like us be parents?" Fortunately, she thought that they had been prepared for it, but now she saw that they had never believed in each other. It was wrong from the start.