Whose cub am I pregnant with?

Xiao Shiqing paused, "Bring him in."

Doctor Zhang was quickly "invited" in.Pity him for his old age, he was scared out of his wits and returned to his hometown. Before he had a few days to live in peace, the dark guards suddenly fell from the sky and dragged him all the way from his hometown to Cangzhou, where he was chased by ducks, eaten and drank None of the time.After a few days, his old bones were tossed to pieces, but the most unbearable thing for him was the psychological fear.

When he saw the prime minister who was so powerful, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees, "Grass, grass people, please refer to the prime minister."

Xiao Shiqing coughed lightly, and looked down at the old doctor with a condescending look, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Seeing that he was coughing, Fu Zi was a little worried, and asked, "Is the prime minister unwell?"

Xiao Shiqing shook his head and said, "Just ask."

Imperial Physician Zhang tremblingly said, "If the Prime Minister wants to know anything, Caomin must know everything and say everything."

Fuzi said: "Master Zhang, more than three months ago, the emperor's dragon body was not in good condition. I told you to go to check the pulse. You prescribed a prescription for invigorating the stomach and dehumidification for the emperor. Is there such a thing?"

Hearing Fuzi mention this matter, the timid doctor Zhang was terrified, his voice trembling, "Indeed, there is indeed such a thing."

"But your student Cheng Boyan gave the emperor a completely different prescription the next day. Mr. Zhang, is it your fault or Mr. Cheng's?"

Doctor Zhang wiped his sweat tremblingly, "Grass, grass people don't know..."

Fuzi was about to ask again, but Xiao Shiqing raised his hand to stop him, "Let's be honest, what's wrong with the emperor?"

"The emperor, the emperor is deficient in qi and blood, damp and hot in the stomach..."

Xiao Shiqing interrupted coldly, "Truth has no time to beat around the bush with you."

Before Xiao Shiqing said anything threatening, Imperial Physician Zhang couldn't take it any longer, and with an old face, he cried, "Prime Minister! Prime Minister—the grass, the grass people really dare not say it! Your Majesty, unexpectedly..."

Xiao Shiqing suppressed his voice, and said forbearance: "Is the emperor...pregnant?"

Fu Zi, who was always calm and calm, widened his eyes, as if he had heard the Arabian Nights, and this Arabian Nights was told by Prime Minister Xiao.For a moment, he thought he had an auditory hallucination, and couldn't help saying: "Prime Minister, you are..."

Doctor Zhang was also stunned, "Does the prime minister know?"

Xiao Shiqing paused for a moment, bent over and grabbed Doctor Zhang's lapel, impatiently said: "I'm right, am I?!"

"Hui, Hui Prime Minister, when the grass people checked the emperor's pulse, the emperor's pulse was indeed the pulse of two months' happy pulse."

Fuzi didn't know whether they were crazy or he was crazy, he said confusedly: "But, the emperor is a man, how can a man get pregnant?"

Up to now, Imperial Physician Zhang only confided everything he knew: "It is said that there is a secret medicine in Dongying, a man who takes it can conceive and have children like a woman. But this is just a legend, and no one has seen it before. There is no precedent in Dajing. , the grassroots really dare not assert..."

As if all the strength in his body had been taken away, Xiao Shiqing let go of his hands little by little, and slowly sat down on the chair, his deep eyes were like whirlpools, "He really..."

There was an explanation for everything, the little emperor's abnormal behavior, physical discomfort, slightly bulging belly, and the slight movement under his palm last night.

There is really a little life conceived in the little emperor's body.

--his.

The corner of Xiao Shiqing's mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but chuckled dumbly.

Fu Zi and Doctor Zhang looked at each other, they were silent in tacit understanding, and the room fell silent.

When Xiao Shiqing spoke again, her voice was hoarse, "Give him the prescription."

"Yes." Fuzi handed the prescription prescribed by Cheng Boyan to Imperial Physician Zhang, "Do you know what this prescription is for?"

Imperial Physician Zhang took a closer look, and said cautiously: "I'm afraid Caomin will have to go back to the palace to look through medical books to find out. If the emperor is really pregnant because he took the secret medicine of Dongying, there is a rare book called "Journey to Dongying". It has recorded in detail the matter of the pregnant woman's childbirth, maybe you can try the method above."

Fuzi said: "Prime Minister, do you want your subordinates to send someone back to Beijing to pick up the books?"

"No need," Xiao Shiqing smiled, "Go directly to Dongpu to get someone."

Xiao Shiqing asked the two to retreat and sat alone for a long time before changing into dry clothes and coming to the little emperor's room.

The guards didn't dare to stop him, so he pushed the door open and saw Zhao Qi who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Xiao Shiqing sat down by the bed, reached out and stroked the little emperor's long hair, eyebrows, and corners of his eyes, resting on his slightly parted lips, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you say it."

Zhao Qi, who was sleeping, was disturbed and frowned uncomfortably.

On weekdays, the finger that reviewed the notebook lightly played with Zhao Qi's lips, "You want to secretly give birth to the child yourself without telling me, huh?"

Zhao Qi opened his eyes a little while he was half asleep, then closed them quickly, and called out in a daze, "Brother..."

Xiao Shiqing choked for breath, and at this moment, he wanted to fuck this little emperor who couldn't remember anything and kept it from him for so long.Just like that night, it made him tremble under him, the corners of his eyes were moist and red, and his voice was hoarse.

But just think about it.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the raging desire, went to bed and took Zhao Qi into his arms.

Zhao Qi seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again and didn't respond at all.

Xiao Shiqing grabbed his hand, stroked his lower abdomen together, gritted his teeth and called helplessly: "Little fool."

"..."

Xiao Shiqing patted Zhao Qi's belly lightly, bit his ear and said, "And the little fool."

In the dream, Zhao Qi felt that he was next to a stove, which continuously emitted heat, dispelling the tedious humidity of the rainy season.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was still dark, and it was still raining outside, but the rain was much lighter, and it was a bit like spring rain.

Zhao Qi turned over and wanted to lie on the bed for a while, but bumped into a hot and firm chest.

Zhao Qi opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head stiffly, and swallowed the scream when he saw the familiar handsome face.

Zhao Qi rubbed the corners of his eyes to make sure he read correctly. "elder brother?"

Xiao Shiqing closed his eyes and put his hands on Zhao Qi's waist.

Zhao Qina was puzzled, how could Xiao Shiqing be on his bed?He obviously slept alone last night.

So... Xiao Shiqing sleepwalked in the middle of the night and swam onto his bed?

Zhao Qi stared at Xiao Shiqing's face with question marks all over his head.

Staring at it, I couldn't help itching, and fiddled with the other's drooping eyelashes.

So fucking handsome.

"Brother," Zhao Qi shook Xiao Shiqing's shoulders, "it's dawn, it's time to get up."

Xiao Shiqing's eyelashes moved slightly, but his eyes were still closed.

Zhao Qi shook again, but Xiao Shiqing still didn't respond. He panicked, and touched Xiao Shiqing's forehead with the back of his hand—it was very hot.

Zhao Qi hurriedly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, "Come here... Cheng Boyan!"

Cheng Boyan and Jiang Dehai came, and when they saw the prime minister sleeping on the emperor's bed, they secretly exchanged a subtle look.We dare not say or ask what happened last night.

After Cheng Boyan checked Xiao Shiqing's pulse, he said: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has contracted the wind and cold, so the high fever persists and he continues to fall asleep."

Zhao Qi said depressedly: "It must have been caused by going to the shore to get wet in the rain yesterday." He looked at Xiao Shiqing's slightly pale face, and felt very uncomfortable, "I even said that it is useless to hold an umbrella under such a big rain."

Cheng Boyan said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is young and has a good foundation. A little cold is nothing to him. After taking two patches of medicine and sweating again, the high fever will subside."

Zhao Qi nodded, "Then go and make the medicine quickly."

Zhao Qi stood by the bed for a while, Jiang Dehai came in and said, "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Qi looked at Xiao Shiqing with his chin propped up, wondering: "Lao Jiang, brother Prime Minister, has he always been so good-looking, and he is still handsome even when he is ill?"

Jiang Dehai was taken aback, and said with a smile: "Master Prime Minister is the most beautiful man in our Dajing Dynasty, of course he has always been a peerless man with extraordinary appearance."

"But I thought he was about the same as Rong Tang, He Changzhou and others," Zhao Qi muttered, "Why does he look more and more beautiful recently?"

Jiang Dehai thought for a while, and said: "I'm afraid it's not because the prime minister has become more attractive, but because the emperor has changed."

"Probably because I was blind before." Zhao Qi came to a conclusion, then changed the topic, "How is the situation outside?"

Jiang Dehai slapped his forehead suddenly, "The servant almost forgot the business. Your Majesty, Jiang Xia Sikong, who accompanied the prime minister to inspect the disaster situation yesterday, asks to see you."

"Oh," Zhao Qi forced himself to cheer up, "You tell him to wait a while, I will see him instead of my brother."

"In addition, Mr. Fu asked the slaves to tell the emperor that they have sent a batch of [-] li urgent performances from the middle of the capital. All of them are urgently waiting for the prime minister to review and send them back."

Zhao Qi sighed, "I'll see Jiangxia Sikong after seeing him."

"Also, Your Majesty, the accompanying ministers are in the hall, waiting for the prime minister to go to discuss the state affairs."

Zhao Xi's forehead twitched, "Pass on my oral order and let them discuss it first, and I will go after reading the playbook."

"By the way, Your Majesty..."

Zhao Qi couldn't bear it anymore, "Can you finish the matter at once?!"

"Yes, yes, the servant obeys the order. Your Majesty, King Zhaonan came early in the morning and said he has something important to discuss with the Emperor."

Zhao Qi said impatiently: "No, let him go."

Last night, Zhao Qi told Li Chisu about the dragon egg he had hidden.Li Chisu was better than He Changzhou, and he believed it without Xiao Songzi's explanation.

He was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Well, thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty. But this happened suddenly, can Rong Chen think about it?"

Zhao Qi got annoyed seeing him, and said with a sneer, "You should think about it—think about which way of death is more suitable for you."

"Oh, you don't need to think about it." Li Chisu said with a smile, "Naturally—to die under the peony flower, to be a ghost..."

Zhao Qi's face darkened, and the teacup slammed down on Li Chisu's feet, "Go away!"

After one night, Li Chisu thought it over and waited in the porch early in the morning.

After waiting for almost an hour, finally when Zhao Xi came out of the room, he greeted him and said, "Your Majesty."

All the bad things piled up together, Zhao Qi is already the first two big, now seeing Li Chisu naturally doesn't look good, "Didn't I tell you to go away?"

Li Chisu said rascally: "I didn't hear it. Your Majesty, I have already thought about it."

Zhao Xi kept walking, "I have to deal with all kinds of affairs, and I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

Li Chisu stretched out his long arms, blocking Zhao Qi's way, "Even if the emperor doesn't give his minister face..." Li Chisu pointed at Zhao Qi's stomach with his folding fan, "Give him face too, just give his father one." Tea time, listen to what his father wants to say, okay?"