What should I do if I see the male protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

He does not mean that.

Yin Shengle's heart suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes to look at Shen Hui. Shen Hui's face was still calm, with a just right smile.

That's right, it's just a joke. Although the young hero's sexual orientation is not clearly stated in the original work, it should be biased towards the opposite sex, and in terms of his temperament, he will not be very sensitive to think that he is offended.

Yin Shengle felt that he was very strange.

How can you feel uncomfortable because of your sister's joke of "referring to yourself as a daughter-in-law"?

He quickly suppressed this strange mood, and said with a smile to Yin Fengyin: "Sister, stop teasing us. My brother is out of the palace this time, but he has the responsibility of mother on his body."

Hearing this, Yin Fengyin raised her hand and gently stroked her unconcealed belly. Her heroic and dazzling eyebrows and eyes became gentle at this moment, her eyelashes were half drooped, and even her voice involuntarily became low and soft, as if she was scared to death. The same as the child in the book: "This child is very well-behaved. Since I have it, I can eat and sleep, and the embarrassment is not so serious. If it wasn't for the first three months, I would have entered the palace to announce the good news to my mother." .”

She curled her lips, revealing joy and happiness from every part of her body: "Xiao Qi, don't worry, what my sister said, she has raised children before, and she knows her body very well."

Yin Fengyin rarely mentioned her child who died young in public.

"It's good that my sister is in good health." Yin Shengle was a little surprised. If the arrival of this child can make my sister recover from the shadow of losing her last child, that would be a great thing.

He chose his words carefully, and asked quite carefully: "Before I left the palace, both mother and father showed some intentions, and wanted to ask my sister if she intends to remarry, and the father of this child..."

Yin Fengyin saw the little overlord who was running rampant in the imperial capital restrained his temper in front of her, and was obediently and carefully probing her. She was relieved, and also had the urge to bring her brother over to rub him, but after all, he had grown up. He can no longer get close to him casually like he was when he was a child, so he just looked at his younger brother with softer and more loving eyes, staring at Yin Shengle until the hairs on end stand on end.

"Sister... If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, why are you staring at me like this..." Yin Shengle moved towards Shen Hui's direction with a terrifying look in his eyes.

Yin Fengyin laughed again, showing a bit of cunning on her face: "Go back and tell your mother that I don't want to remarry. As for the child's father..." She raised her hand and raised her index finger to touch it. She made a gesture of silence on her lips, "Just treat me as a sympathetic man, swallowing the wind and getting pregnant."

Come on.

The identity of the child's father may not be so convenient to say.

But Yin Shengle subconsciously leaned on Meng Qi.

Ever since the news of Yin Fengyin's pregnancy came, Yin Shengle went to check Meng Qi's experience from childhood to adulthood, and knew that he was a young eunuch who entered the palace in the last year of the previous dynasty's existence. He had no father or mother. A certain person bought it from outside the palace, and then the previous dynasty fell, and these young eunuchs had nowhere to go, so they were left in the palace—in fact, most of the eunuchs in the palace today are from the previous dynasty. Those who came down, after several times of cleansing by the emperor and the empress, those who were able to stay were those who were innocent and honest.

Of course, it is also indispensable for the folks to send them to the palace after self-castration. Since the establishment of the Yin Dynasty, the emperor has emphasized several times not to take the initiative to castrate the males in the family and send them to the palace like the previous dynasty. It took several years to suppress the "eunuch ethos" among the people.

It's not that the emperor didn't want to use eunuchs, it's just that there were too many young and strong casualties in successive years of battles. For the sake of population, it was necessary to curb this unhealthy trend; and Empress Shang preferred to appoint female officials compared to eunuchs, so in In the harem of the Yin Dynasty, the number of eunuchs was only two or three tenths of that of the previous dynasty.

Meng Qi served Yin Fengyin at the beginning of the dynasty.

This is also very strange.

Because at the beginning, neither the emperor nor the queen trusted the old palace people left by the previous dynasty. However, under such circumstances, they sent a young eunuch of unknown origin to the most respected eldest daughter. Besides, when Yin Fengyin married Cai Guangda and left the palace to open a mansion, Meng Qi became the chief eunuch of her princess mansion. This trust is really inexplicable.

Not to mention the pots of dog food that Yin Shengle has eaten silently for so many years, the relationship between Yin Fengyin and Meng Qi is definitely not just as simple as the princess and the steward.

"Okay." Yin Shengle did not ask, but said very calmly, "Anyway, no matter how this child came about, as long as you are willing and happy, sister, I will tell my parents, you Just feel at ease to raise a baby, and give me a white, fat, healthy little nephew when the time comes."

He laughed while talking: "Of course, sister, you have to be healthy and healthy. You can call Eunuch Meng for everything you eat and use. If anything goes wrong, don't hold back." In your heart, but don’t get too angry, if you want to teach someone a lesson, just ask someone to pass the message to me, I am the least afraid of offending people.”

Yin Shengle remembered that her older sister's ex-husband who had been deprived of her descendants was still alive, but she didn't like to go out and wander around, but maybe once the news of her sister's pregnancy spread, what kind of monster would the family be going to do.

"Okay, okay, little steward, you are so naughty that you are about to catch up with our Boss Meng." Yin Fengyin raised his eyes and looked outside the door, saying that Cao Cao is here, and the person who opened the curtain to come in is not the sickly Meng Qi what?

As if he was used to Yin Fengyin's complaints, he saluted without changing his expression, and asked everyone: "Your Highness, Seventh Highness, dinner is ready, do you want to pass it on?"

The meals in An Guochang Princess' Mansion were very surprising, even if they were just some home-cooked dishes, there were many strange tricks.

Meng Qi served Yin Fengyin's meal, but Yin Shengle felt that the chopsticks in his hand were going back and forth to practice a trick of "eye-catching eyes and swords". Eyes, biting the tip of the chopsticks depressed, looked down, only to see a pair of silver-covered chopsticks put a piece of vinegared choy sum into his bowl.

Looking up again, Shen Huizheng slowly retracted the chopsticks in his hand. Seeing Yin Shengle looking over, he smiled slightly: "Your Highness, don't just pick up those meat dishes, you should also eat some vegetarian food."

Yin Shengle was overjoyed, and immediately forgot the deep affection between his sister and Meng Qi, and raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of stewed crispy meat and put it into Shen Hui's bowl: "Don't be with a rabbit either. It's like staring at the leaves of green vegetables, and you are so thin, so that others will think that His Highness won't give you enough to eat!"

Staring at Shen Hui who ate one more bowl of rice than usual, Yin Shengle's appetite also increased greatly. After several people finished dinner, Yin Fengyin was pregnant and mentally weak. He only told his younger brother not to be restrained at home, and Meng Qi took care of him I went back to my room to rest.

After seeing off Yin Fengyin and Meng Qi, the two decided to walk back to the courtyard slowly, treating it as a walk after dinner to digest food.

They walked for a short distance, and the moon was just able to see a sharp corner. Yin Shengle took the lamp from the handmaiden who led the way: "You don't have to follow us, I know the way back, you go back first, me and Ah It's fine for Hui to just walk around."

He brutally drove away the troubled little maid, and when he turned around again, he saw Shen Hui raised his sleeve to cover the lower half of his face, and then hiccupped softly.

The moonlight fell on his loose long hair, which was coldly coated with a layer of jade color.

Yin Shengle approached him with a lamp, and the warm yellow candlelight cast a faint red shadow on Shen Hui's cheeks from the bright red sleeves, making that jade-like and cold face a little more delicate for no reason.

"A Hui, you look really good in red."

"It's too eye-catching." Shen Hui didn't let go of his hands covering his face, and made a very restrained voice. I don't know if it was the light or something else, but even his earlobes were flushed.

Yin Shengle smiled: "It seems that you really ate too much tonight."

Shen Hui looked up at him: "Didn't His Highness insist on pressing me to eat?"

Moonlight and candlelight mingled on him, and Yin Shengle tasted some complaints from Shen Huiqing's lingling eyes, and he became more and more stubborn: "You are so thin, why don't you eat more?" He grabbed one of Shen Hui's Wrist, the wide palm is tightly attached to the delicate skin, and the slightly convex wrist bone just falls into the palm.

Yin Shengle felt that Shen Hui gently pulled his wrist out, and he immediately increased his grip: "Look, isn't this just skin and bones?"

"Where is His Highness speaking so seriously?" Shen Hui's face was hot, and the temperature in the big hand holding his wrist was too high, as if it was attached to a stove, which made him confused.

Yin Shengle pulled him to find a random place to sit down, put the lamp on the ground beside him, put Shen Hui's wrist on his knee, and rubbed it gently: "You wrote for so long today, and then Riding a horse, and toasting and saluting everywhere, are your hands sore?"

They were shoulder to shoulder, and Shen Hui's body was slightly tilted because of being held by hands, as if leaning on Yin Shengle, he shook his head: "I practice calligraphy all the year round, and I also carve bamboo slips to practice my wrist strength, and I don't feel any pain in my wrist. "

"Ah? Really?" Yin Shengle carefully looked at the wrist that was getting whiter and thinner against the background of the red dress, and he was reluctant to let go. He pinched it twice carefully, and felt the person next to him tremble slightly. For a moment, "Does it hurt you?"

Shen Hui lowered his head and shook his head: "Itchy...Your Highness, I am afraid of itchiness."

"Oh." Yin Shengle hurriedly released him, and Shen Hui took the opportunity to sit up straight.

Yin Shengle tilted his head and stared at him: "A Hui, I don't think I've been normal lately, I've been thinking about... thinking about you, you're so thin, it hurts to hold you... no , that what, too thin is not good for the body."

He didn't match his words, and stumbled and said some gibberish words.

Shen Hui listened very carefully, and comforted him again: "I probably don't like to grow flesh by nature. Didn't the imperial doctor also say that my body is extremely healthy when he came to ask for a pulse?"

"But your physical strength is not particularly good." Especially compared with yourself.

"Compared to those weak scholars who study hard in the house every day and have to take a few steps to take a few breaths, I am already very strong." Shen Hui shook his head helplessly.

Yin Shengle scratched his head: "But it's still not very good, so let's do it!" He clapped his hands, "Anyway, you have finished the imperial examination, and you will practice boxing with me every day in the future, and go to the racecourse to run laps!"

The author has something to say:

Although you didn't say it clearly, but, after all, if your physical strength is not good, sometimes... you don't have a good time, right, Lele?