Empress Dowager of the New Era, Never Divorce! + Extra

"Chuchu, Chuchu..."

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, and Tuanzi was lying on the edge of the bed, telling the little saint, "Chuchu, you have mumps."

Fu Chuchu quickly covered her face.

Tuanzi said, "It's already swollen." He thoughtfully held up the makeup mirror, "..."

Fu Chuchu saw herself in the demon mirror, "..."

Tuanzi said happily: "Chuchu, you are so cute, both sides are swollen, like a little hamster!"

Fu Chuchu's pink and jade-carved face was swollen just right, like a little hamster, with a lot of happy sunflower seeds or peanut kernels stored in her cheeks.

Fu Chuchu was ashamed, angry and embarrassed, "Xia Yueya, you hate me! You are not allowed to look!...cough cough, go away!..."

Tuanzi put away the magic mirror, leaned on the edge of the bed happily, observed Fu Chuchu, and asked, "Do you want some water?"

Fu Chuchu made up his mind, and Tuanzi wrote in his diary that today Chuchu is also very cute, and drank 20ml, that is, two small sips of water...

... Mom, there are perverts here!

Tuanzi touched the little saint's forehead, "Chuchu, you have a fever of 41 degrees, accompanied by headache, sore throat, muscle aches, and loss of appetite."

Fu Chuchu asked in a trembling voice: "...do you want to write all these...in your notes?"

Tuanzi: "What notes?"

Fu Chuchu: "...I saw "Little Saintess Observation Diary" all over the room!!"

Tuanzi said happily: "Haha, I was discovered by you! Do you like it? I will give it to you when I am waiting for you."

...Is this kind of perverted note something natural?

But... it seems to be quite interesting...

Fu Chuchu: "...you have no literary talents at all!"

Tuanzi propped his cheeks, "Really? The Taifu said that sincere feelings don't require literary talent."

Fu Chuchu: "I'm thirsty."

"Oh." Tuanzi took out the communicator, walked, and input by voice: "Chuchu is also very cute today, she asked for a drink..."

"Xia Yueya!" Fu Chuchu cried out in annoyance, covering her little head with the quilt.

After drinking hot water, Fu Chuchu felt much more awake.

Tuanzi: "Are you hungry? You can have some porridge."

Fu Chuchu leaned on the side of the bed: "No. Thank you."

Tuanzi: "Are you sleepy?"

Fu Chuchu shook her head and asked, "Where is the Pope? Has she rested?"

Tuanzi: "Yeah!"

Fu Chuchu hugged the pillow reassuringly, looking at the bright moon hanging high outside the window.

...How could you get mumps?

Goddess, what did I do wrong?

Could it be...Could it be...Because I deliberately didn't keep Xia Yueya's fried noodles toast, violated morality, and committed original sin, so I was punished by God...

Fu Chuchu thought that she needed to pray, so she thought that she had committed that original sin...

Is...is it "jealousy"?

Fu Chuchu shook her head desperately.Little Princess Qianning and Xia Yueya are already a couple. I have nothing to be jealous of. Besides, I have to take care of the Pope.

The little saint thought about it, and what she might have committed was—"anger", because Xia Yueya didn't keep her promise, and suddenly ran to someone else's house for dinner; ?It seems to be a little drawn...

Being dizzy and thinking hard, Tuanzi sat cross-legged on the bed of the bed with a large plate of hot fried noodles and toast piled up in his arms, almost three mouthfuls of each, and it was delicious.

The corners of Fu Chuchu's brows twitched, "...what's going on?" These are all contrabands of the palace!

The dumpling chewed happily, "Do you want it? Mommy came here before and asked what you want to eat? I said you want fried noodles and toast. You can't eat anything anyway, so don't waste it."

Fu Chuchu: "..."

cheat!greedy! Bào food! — You take advantage of the welfare of the sick!bad guy!

With fried noodles on the mouth of the dumpling, he couldn't articulate what he was satisfied with, but he still cared, "Chuchu, what are you doing?"

Fu Chuchu clasped her hands together, knelt on the bed piously, facing the moon, and said seriously, "...Xia Yueya, I need to pray for you."

Tuanzi: "???"

It should be noted that mumps is contagious.

All the school-age children evacuated from the Diji Palace, and only Tuanzi volunteered, crying and shouting, and was able to stay and take care of the little saint on the grounds that he had been vaccinated at birth.

Xia Qingyi: "Are we messing around a bit?"

Ye Sha: "Perhaps, but the omega I fancy, I need to fight for it myself."

Xia Qingyi: "What if I get mumps?"

Ye Sha: "Please pass me the mask."

Xia Qingyi: →_→

Chapter 66

In the season when mumps is rampant, on this evening, Her Majesty the Empress and the Empress Empress had a conversation.

Yesha pulled the quilt in a daze, "Qingyi, why are you still awake... Zzzzz..."

Xia Qingyi blinked her deer-like pupils, and turned around, "Your Majesty, should we go and have a look? I always feel... What will happen if Yaya and Chuchu are alone together...Your Majesty, I'm a little worried... "

Ye Sha was so sleepy, she said vaguely: "...What could happen?..."

Xia Qingyi: "...Am I just worried?"

Yesha stretched out her hand, gently pulled his wife into her arms, and hugged her warmly, "What are you worried about...I stay with you alone, and nothing happened."

Xia Qingyi turned around and slapped the night gauze, "... I hate it!"

Yesha kissed Xia Qingyi's neck, breathing heavily, "...But it seems that something will happen soon."

Xia Qingyi shrugged her thin shoulders, and said softly, "...Your Majesty, you...you just..."

Yesha kissed her passionately, "The one just now doesn't count..."

Xia Qingyi held Yesha's cheeks, and led Yesha's kiss to her soft lips.

Lips and teeth intertwined, so hot, so hot, so sweet...

Ye Sha was very excited, "Uh...uh..."

Xia Qingyi suddenly pressed her fingertips against Ye Sha's lips, "Your Majesty, you go with me."

Yesha hummed: "...Kiss again for a while."

Xia Qingyi: "Come back and kiss again."

Ye Sha: "No, no!"

Xia Qingyi leaned close to her ear, whispering softly and shyly, with a bewitching tone, "Besides kissing when you come back, Your Majesty can do other things..."

Yesha: "—Get driving!!"

The moon is bright and the stars are shining, and the Emperor Ji Palace is lit with small lights.

Fu Chuchu fell asleep, and Tuanzi happily stayed by the sick bed, doing homework.

The little saint's cheeks were swollen, she was so cute, Tuanzi glanced at it for a while, then ran in and out, found a mask, and prepared to put it on the little saint.

Before the little hand touched the side of the ear, Fu Chuchu woke up, opened her dark eyes, and asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Tuanzi shook his head desperately, his long hair flying like waves, "Chuchu, I didn't do anything, I want to put a mask on for you."

Fu Chuchu's eyes were filled with mist, "You despise me, you despise me ugly..."

Tuanzi knelt down in front of the bed with a "plop" and said, "No! No!"

Fu Chuchu sat up forcefully, "...you are! You just like beautiful omega! When we get old and look bad, you don't want us!"

Tuanzi: "???" He asked Cangtian speechlessly, but Cangtian didn't understand, so he could only ask the little saint, "Chuchu, are you confused?"

Fu Chuchu coughed twice, nodded, "I just had a dream..."

Tuanzi was a little scared: "What did you dream about?..."

Fu Chuchu: "I dreamed that you married many, many wives!!—You stupid king!!"

Tuanzi: "Are you sure you didn't dream about Her Majesty the Empress?!"

Fu Chuchu: "It's you! It's you! It's you!"

Tuanzi stretched out her hand, "Put on the mask first. You're so cute, it interferes with my homework." It's not because she dislikes her ugliness, but because she simply can't stand her beauty.

Fu Chuchu: "..."

... What a shame.

Fu Chuchu had a sweet and sour feeling in his heart, before he could confirm what it was, he quickly lowered his face, ticked left, ticked right, put it on by himself, and never gave Tuanzi a chance to peek again.

Fu Chuchu looked at Tuanzi, feeling a little guilty, after all, he had wronged someone, "...wear it, put it on, hurry up and do your homework."

Tuanzi stared at the little saint in astonishment, "Chu, Chuchu, you...seem to be... cuter???"

Yes, the saintly little hamster wearing a small mask is pure and innocent, fluffy and soft, and I really want to rub it in the palm of my hand and ravage it to my heart's content! !

Tuanzi laughed like a big devil! !

Fu Chuchu's suspicious little eyes said, "...what are you thinking?" It seemed to be a terrible thing.