When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

After the wedding, the Heavenly Emperor has a rest period of up to a hundred years.

The book that Fu Song read that day really helped him a lot afterwards.

The dragons are obscene by nature, on the night of the wedding, there was not a maidservant Xian'e inside or outside the Chaoyang Palace, if it weren't for the warm sky pouring down, Fu Song would have thought this place was an unknown and desolate place in the sky.

Zhu Ye was probably holding back hard. Although he was trying his best to restrain himself, he still managed to recover his consciousness after a full ten days, jumped off the bitter cold cliff, and soaked in the bitingly cold lake water to cool his heart.

In the next few days, Fu Song couldn't get out of bed.

Zhu Ye didn't know which fairy doctor he learned massage from. The next morning, he massaged Fu Song on the bed. It was really comfortable to pull away his sore flesh and blood. Blue and black, obviously very tired.

"It's the first time I've heard that the first estrus of the Dragon Clan can make Wu Song faint." Fu Song laughed at himself, watching Zhu Ye, who was working hard behind him, silently turned his head back and placed it on the On top of the soft pillow.

Zhu Ye didn't stop at all, "A Song, this proves that your husband and I are very talented!"

"..." Fu Song probably forgot how shameless Zhu Ye was, so he said it all of a sudden.

"The witch clan has few things to do, but I can't leave my father to deal with those chores alone." Fu Song sat up with some difficulty propping up the bed with his hands. pain.

Zhu Ye carefully looked at Fu Song's expression, then leaned forward with a shy face, and said, "Ah Song, don't go back, I'll help you with the matter of the Wu Clan, you rest here?"

Fu Song glanced at him sideways, but didn't say anything to refuse.

Although Zhu Ye looked out of character, he was always impeccable when dealing with official duties and other matters.

Fu Song knew in his heart that if he wanted to go back in his current state, it would only be half the effort with half the effort and would be of no benefit at all, so he didn't resist, allowing Zhu Ye to bring him a bunch of books and put them on the table, and even use real fire to Put it on one side with Ganlin spring water to warm up the tea, and on the other side of the table there are delicate snacks.

Looking at these extremely caring things, no matter how much anger Fu Song felt at the moment, half of it disappeared.

Seeing Fu Song's face slowly calming down, Zhu Ye couldn't help feeling secretly refreshed, then he squirmed to Fu Song's side, put his arms around his waist and said, "A Song, I will definitely come back early today."

Fu Song glanced at him lazily, found an extremely comfortable position and leaned against the armchair, covered with a thin brocade quilt, like a lazy cat basking in the sun.

Fu Song's appearance made Zhu Ye really stunned for a moment before he realized it, ignoring the thoughts in his mind that he didn't know where to go, he only felt that Fu Song's current appearance...he really didn't want to leave here.

"Go." Fu Song smiled helplessly, put down the book in his hand, and then waved to him.

Zhu Ye curled his lips aggrieved, then turned and left, but mumbled in a very displeased way: "Ah Song, wait, I will definitely deal with all the affairs of the Wu Clan for the past 100 years, and the rest of the idle things Leave the little things to the elders."

Although Zhu Ye said that he would come back earlier today, Fu Song felt that this was probably impossible.

If Father is not around, there are still some loopholes for him to fish in troubled waters, but now that Father has returned to heaven, even the old man from the Northern Wilderness has returned to the territory of the Wu Clan and regained his status as the Great Elder.

The Wu Clan has regained its glory, and everything is flourishing. They have no past life or future life.

Relying on being born and raised by nature, whenever a new Wu Clan comes into the world, it will attract the Wu Clan to celebrate and be beaming with joy.

In the whole world, in the sky and on the earth, there are only ten thousand people of the Wu clan, so it can be regarded as an extremely rare number.

I don't know if it's to compensate for the loneliness of the Wu Clan's heirs. Since he and Zhu Ye got married, the Wu Clan has had six children born among the elves. Compared with previous years, there was no newborn child. The odds, the current amount, is enough for the Wu clan to celebrate with joy for a long, long time.

Thinking of this... Fu Song couldn't help but froze for a moment.

People in the Wu clan, whether male, female, old or young, have no ability to conceive children, even if he is Wu Song, there is absolutely no exception.

But in this way, as stated in the Supreme Heavenly Book, the world will be peaceful from now on, the Heavenly Emperor will be born from the womb of the Heavenly Monarch, and the Lord's side will be safe... It's a little bit inconsistent.

The events of the prehistoric period can no longer be traced back. Even if he wants to ask, he has to weigh whether he will accidentally touch any restrictions. As for the heirs, Zhu Ye is obviously not in a hurry.

According to what he said, although it is uncomfortable to be the emperor of heaven, if he wants to have a child with Fu Song in order to train the next emperor of heaven, then this child is not worth it.

It is stated in the Supreme Heaven Book that he is the Heavenly King, and for thousands of years in the sky, he is also the first Heavenly King.

Fu Song stared at his abdomen in rapt attention, but couldn't figure out how the baby would come.

I heard that all dragons appear in the form of eggs, but...

Zhu Ye happened to come back at this time, he was still holding some common snacks in the mortal world, as if he was afraid that Fu Song would be uncomfortable staying alone in the bedroom, he bought a lot at once.

Fu Song still had some impressions of most of what he saw, but he didn't know where Zhu Ye got these things from the thousands of years in the mortal world.

"The taste hasn't changed at all." Fu Song pinched a piece of soft cake and put it in his mouth, then said.

Zhu Ye looked at Fu Song with bright eyes, and said: "That day we went down to play, and I saw that you liked it, so I cast a curse on that person. After hundreds of generations, it is rare for their family to keep this skill."

Unexpectedly, he would be so interested in just casually saying something delicious.

Fu Song was taken aback for a moment, then lightly pursed his lips and smiled.

"Ah Song, let's go to the Mortal Realm to play some other day." Zhu Ye walked around to the bed and gently rubbed Fu Song's back. After lying down for a whole day, his body was indeed a little sore and tired, and Fu Song enjoyed him comfortably. With just the right movement, he gently closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

"What are you going to do?"

"The dynasties of the human world have changed countless times, and each dynasty has a different scene." Zhu Ye said with a smile, poured him a cup of warm tea to moisten his throat, and then continued with the action just now.

"Let's wait a few days, after the Wu Clan's sacrifice to heaven." Fu Song smiled slightly, agreeing.

Only then did Zhu Ye happily take off his clothes and shoes and get on the bed, carefully took Fu Song into his arms, and after turning off the light, he held him down while talking softly to him.

Fu Song's drowsiness made comfortable by him kept coming up, and at first he could cheer up and reply a few words, but later on, he couldn't hold back the drowsiness, and as Zhu Ye's voice became softer, he also Without holding back, he fell asleep inadvertently.

Therefore, he did not see that Zhu Ye, who had always been used to hanging around, carefully placed his palm on his lower abdomen after he fell asleep, with an extremely gentle expression on his face.

And at the moment, Fu Song in the dream doesn't seem to be sleeping very peacefully. It seems that someone is always crying in the dream, but he can't hear it clearly, but the weak meow like a kitten is really worrying. .

When he woke up, it was already bright outside.

People in the Wu clan have no dreams, but the dream is really unsolvable. Fu Song thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

During the meal, he and Zhu Ye talked about it, but Zhu Ye...

Don't want to.

Fu Song silently packed up the things at hand, then squinted his eyes to look at the bright sunshine outside.

He feels more and more tired today, and he loves sunlight very much. At night, he also wants to sleep next to the candlelight, close to some warm places. After Zhu Ye found out, he simply lit up the sky beside the bed The fire will not be dazzling, but it is so comfortable that he feels as if he can just sleep like that forever.

It seems that it has been a long time since Mortal Realm came here thousands of years ago.

Every scene is different, Fu Song came down this time and said that he wanted to accompany Zhu Ye, but seeing the coming and going, the completely different scenery from the sky, he felt very novel to some extent.

He has been in the sky for a long time, and his temperament is flat. He can read a book for several months and understand the truth without moving.

When passing by a peddler carrying candied haws and listening to the sweet and sour candied haws he yelled, Fu Song finally... stopped.

He wanted to eat a little bit, and when he thought of the sour feeling, he felt as if he couldn't bear it suddenly.

Zhu Ye, who was beside him, ran to the peddler and bought two skewers, handed one to Fu Song, and kept the other in his hand as a spare, as if he had a spare after Fu Song didn't have enough to eat.

Fu Song silently ate the candied haws for a while, then stopped suddenly.

Zhu Ye stood on the side of the road and looked at him curiously, then heard Fu Song gently open his lips and said: "Tell me frankly, am I..."

"With your child?" Fu Song said the second half of the sentence calmly under Zhu Ye's somewhat panicked face, and then looked at his face, probably knowing that he had already guessed most of it.

He looked at the candied haws in his hand, and finally put it in his mouth and ate it bit by bit, then looked at Zhu Ye who was following him aimlessly all the way, and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought you would be unhappy." Zhu Ye said in a muffled voice, pointing the candied haws in his hand to the ground, reflecting his appearance like a big dog whose bones have been robbed, its tail might droop at this moment.

"When did you know?" Fu Song finished eating the candied haws in his hand, handed him the bamboo stick, then wiped his lips, and walked into a shop selling candied fruit.

Zhu Ye stretched out his hand to pay, and followed Fu Song again. Hearing his question, he looked at him cautiously, and said, "...you knew it before you dreamed about the baby spirit."

Fu Song stopped at this moment, the two had already walked into the woods outside the city, there was no one on the left and right, the sound of the cicadas had disappeared after the two of them entered, and for a while there was no sound except for the sound of the wind. There were no other sounds.

"Father also knows?"

Zhu Ye nodded, "I told Elder Wu Ya the next day."

"You all know, so why did you keep it from me?" Fu Song finally felt helpless.

He tilted his head and looked at Zhu Ye who seemed very cautious every time he faced him, then took a step forward, reached out to hold his hand, and said, "It's probably not the first time I've told you Yes, but you can't seem to remember."

"Father probably told you. He told me since I was a child that a man must stand up to the sky. No one in the mountains and rivers can bend me as a Wu Song." Fu Song said softly, and then looked at him uncomfortably. My own flat stomach that was still unresponsive finally blushed slightly, put Zhu Ye's hand on his belly, and said: "But it's different now, since I've married you and become your Tianjun, you are an emperor outside and a husband inside..."

Fu Song wanted to laugh when he said that, "I've never seen you look so unconfident."

Zhu Ye looked at Fu Song, under the mottled sunlight of the forest, Fu Song's half-dark figure could not be seen clearly, but never for a moment, he felt so close to Fu Song.

After a while, he didn't answer Fu Song's question directly, instead he hugged him all at once, buried his head in his neck, and said something muffled, but Fu Song didn't listen carefully, but in the blink of an eye Zhu Ye raised his face and said seriously: "Ah Song, I heard people say that you are sour, you may be pregnant with a boy."

Fu Song loses his temper: "..."

"Isn't that just right?" He smiled softly, "When boys grow up, they can also take care of their younger siblings."

Zhu Ye's face suddenly became happy, he looked at Fu Song and said, "A Song, you say that, do you want to have dragon eggs with me in the future?"

At this moment, Fu Song probably doesn't know... Although the dragon born from the mother's body is inherently powerful, how much pain the mother has to endure.