With the system traveling through time, the queen always becomes a mother painlessly

When Shang Yue finished dealing with himself and came back, two quarters of an hour had passed.

Seeing the person sleeping soundly on the bed, her fair face was flushed and beads of sweat were faintly visible on her forehead.

Oh! This means she doesn’t believe him and even wraps herself up. She’s so hot.

He gently pulled away the blanket wrapped around her, took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her forehead. He watched her frown slowly unravel before he lay aside and closed his eyes.

Shang Yue originally wanted to hold his queen to sleep, but he thought that he had made her angry tonight. In addition, the weather was hot, and if she woke up from the heat while he was holding her, she would definitely be even angrier.

Oh! I wish autumn would come quickly so that he could hold her in his arms while sleeping.

Shang Yue fell asleep with his head full of beautiful fantasies.

The morning sun slowly peeked out from the east, and the rosy glow gradually dyed the entire palace.

This is the most comfortable time of the day, with a hint of coolness in the air and plenty of sunshine. There is a trace of dew on the branches, and occasionally a butterfly flies by, shaking off the dew all over the ground.

"Yan'er, I specifically asked the imperial kitchen to make this. Come and try it."

Inside the hall, Shang Yue brought the soup in the white jade bowl to Nan Yan with a flattering look on his face.

Nan Yan had a rare good sleep last night and was in a good mood. She picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"Yan'er, how is it?" the man asked expectantly.

Nan Yan glanced at him lightly and said, "The food cooked by the imperial kitchen is naturally as delicious as always."

Huh! Shang Yue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The fact that Yan'er spoke to him meant that she was no longer angry.

Watching Nan Yan finish the soup in the bowl, he stood up and took it over, "Yan'er, I'll serve you another bowl."

Seeing that he was only concerned with serving her and hadn't eaten much herself, Nan Yan said helplessly, "Okay, you should eat quickly too."

Shang Yue raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying "OK".

Today is the sixth and final day of the Cuju competition.

The final showdown between the Shang Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty.

Everyone seemed to be in particularly high spirits.

When the first game of Cuju started, both teams were in high spirits and entered into a fierce confrontation from the very beginning.

"Da Shang, Da Shang..."

"Great Yuan, Great Yuan..."

"..."

The calls from both sides are endless.

Nan Yan stared at the Cuju field nervously, her eyes following the Cuju ball as it moved back and forth.

Seeing that the Cuju was in the hands of the Yuan soldiers and was about to be kicked in, Nan Yan became nervous and grabbed the hand of a man next to her and let out a small exclamation.

The man she caught felt a sharp pain in his hand.

He withdrew his gaze from the Cuju field and looked down, and found that his big hand was almost deformed by that soft and delicate hand.

The person involved was unaware of this and was still staring at the Cuju field with a nervous look on his face.

There was a glimmer of helplessness in his eyes.

Yan'er forgot how strong she was. If she used more force, his hand would be broken.

Seeing that Da Yuan’s player failed to kick the ball in, he was stopped by the goalkeeper.

"Huh!" She breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Thank goodness, thank goodness."

No matter whether it was the people from Da Shang who were about to kick Cuju into the gate or the people from Da Yuan, she was sweating in her heart. She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even realize she was holding Shang Yue's hand.

Today's game is truly exciting, a showdown between masters.

Until the end of the first half, neither side had scored a goal and the game was very tense.

"Mother, please let go of Father's hand. It has turned pale from squeezing it."

Xiao Lezhi and Xiao Lezhi were watching the game on the side of the Cuju field. They shouted too excitedly just now and their throats were a little dry, so they came over to drink some water during the break.

They saw their mother tightly squeezing their father's hand. They didn't know how long she had been squeezing it. Her hand had changed color and it hurt just looking at it.

After all, they also knew how powerful their mother was.

Nan Yan subconsciously turned her head and saw that she was holding the man's hand tightly, which had turned white and blue due to lack of blood circulation for a long time.

She quickly let go.

Looking at him with some heartache, he said, "Why didn't you say anything? It's become like this."

Shang Yue looked gentle and shook his head gently, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Xiao Lezhi: ...

It turns out that she was doing something unnecessary!

Xiaoleyu: ...

Silly father, it’s too much to watch.

The two little guys looked at each other, walked silently to their seats, picked up their cups and drank water.

Nan Yan glared at him, "It doesn't hurt even after all this? Let me rub it for you."

She took the man's big hand and rubbed it gently.

Her fingers were slender, round and long, as white and lustrous as white pearls.

The man's big hands had distinct joints, and the two had similar skin colors, but the man's palms had hard calluses from years of holding swords and bows.

When Nan Yan was massaging him, she accidentally touched it, and felt a slight numbing sensation.

Her mind couldn't help but become empty, thinking of the time when this big hand touched her body, the touch of the thin calluses on her body, and a blush quietly crept up on her ears.

Shang Yue's eyes flashed and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Some people below didn't know what expression to make when looking at the intimate actions of the two.

These days, they can see this scene almost every day.

Some people think that out of sight, out of mind, they simply look away angrily.

A gloomy look flashed across Yuan Anchen's eyes.

As the second half of the game began, the movements of both sides became more and more intense.

Slowly, all their strength was revealed, and they kicked so hard that they wanted one to kick the other to pieces.

It was only at this time that people from other countries realized that when the Yuan Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty competed with them, they had only used less than half of their strength.

Alas! As expected of a powerful country, it is different after all.

When will their country become as powerful as the Yuan Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty?

Having learned the lesson from the first half, Nan Yan rubbed the handkerchief tightly in her hand and refused to let go.

At the end of the game, neither side scored and the game ended in a tie.

Wait for another incense stick of time before the other team comes on stage.

Yuan Anchen's dark eyes looked around the Cuju field, then quickly retracted their gaze. He smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and stood up.

He was tall and had an extraordinary aura. When he stood up, all eyes on the surrounding area were focused on him.

He glanced at Nan Yan calmly, then quickly turned his gaze to Shang Yue and spoke slowly with a hint of provocation.

"Shang Huang, do you want to go up and give it a try?"

Today he wanted to see whether this Shang Yue was the same as what his father described.

His words made the surroundings quiet instantly.

Is Prince Duan going to confront Emperor Shang directly?

In fact, everyone knows that the Yuan Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty are not getting along, and they are just maintaining a superficial peace for the time being.

When they came to Dashang, they thought that given Yuan Anchen's personality, something would definitely happen.

Today, he finally took action.

Shang Yue turned his head and looked at Yuan Anchen with a provocative look, his lips gradually straightened.

Nan Yan also frowned and looked at Yuan Anchen, wondering what this Prince Duan wanted to do.

After a long time, Shang Yue curled his lips slightly, but the coldness in his eyes remained.