The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Brother, this is not something you should ask, nor is it something you can ask! Zou frowned suddenly, clutching the handkerchief tightly, but when she met Zou Shijie's gaze, she lowered her head guiltily. , while whispering, Your Highness has no bad habits, except for urgent matters, he never sleeps out on weekdays, brother, please rest assured.

How can I rest assured? Zou Shijie frowned even tighter. He knocked on the table with his fingers and said in a cold voice, He never sleeps out and has no bad habits. Unable to conceive a son and a half daughter? How old is he now? What age are you?

Brother, don't be like this, Zou said in a low voice with her head down. Zou Shijie has asked her this question many times. A few years ago, he was half joking when he asked her, but in the past two years, Zou Shijie's tone has become more and more serious. The heavier it gets, Mrs. Zou knows that Zou Shijie is in a hurry, but isn't she in a hurry? But what was the use of her being anxious? Looking at Da'an's belly as big as a basket in the palace today, she was already feeling extremely uncomfortable. She didn't want to face Zou Shijie's accusation at this time. Choked up, Brother, don't, don't ask...

If I don't ask, who will ask? If Dad is still here, do I need to worry about it for you? Zou Shijie couldn't help but sighed when he saw her like this, and slowed down his voice, I heard Concubine Shu left the county prince in the palace to talk?

Yes, Mrs. Zou said to Zou Shijie in a low voice while wiping away tears, Although I expected this time to be crowned king, the two princes must not have the same status, but the concubine Shu must also be angry. It's His Highness who can't run away and scold.

If you scold well, you have to scold more, so he can know it in his heart. Zou Shijie gritted his teeth, took a sip of the cold tea on the table, and said to Zou seriously, You can't just blindly You are so useless, what are you afraid of him doing? You have me behind you to support you, and he dare not turn against you. No matter what tricks you use, it is the right way to get a son in a down-to-earth way, otherwise everything will be nothing False, you know?

Understood, Concubine Shu told me the same way, Zou took a breath, her tears stopped, but she still had a sad expression on her face. She looked at Zou Shijie, bit her lip, and then said embarrassingly again after a while. He opened his mouth, But brother, it must be a twisted melon. If His Highness is dissatisfied with me in the future, then my life will be...

If you could give him a fat son, why would he be dissatisfied with you? He has to worship you as a Bodhisattva! Zou Shijie cut off Mrs. Zou's words, and said in a hurry, If there is nothing under your knees, It turns out that he has been a prince of Yipin County all his life until his death. This is when the Long Live Lord is around. One day, when the Long Live Lord Longyu is buried and the new emperor ascends the throne, he will be a street mouse that everyone shouts! But now, if If he has a son, he will have a bargaining chip to compete with Prince Rong. Sister, don't worry, Your Highness is not a fool. As long as he has a brain, from now on, he will know what to do. For you, so, you don't have to be so restrained, just do what you have to do, don't have any scruples, understand?

Yes, brother, I will remember. Mrs. Zou breathed a long sigh of relief, paused, and said to Zou Shijie in a low voice, I keep the Huichun pills given by Concubine Shu close to my body all the time.

While you are still young, you must hurry up. In a few years, you will be thirty. At that time, there will be a panacea, and I am afraid that you will have to work hard, Zou Shijie instructed again, paused, and then asked, How many copies of the birth control pills I found for you are left?

There's still more, said Zou, with some meaning, took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth lightly, while whispering, I just had a drink in the backyard.

Yes, you must keep drinking such a good medicine. Zou Shijie said slowly.

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Jiasheng thirty-three years March 22

Ning Guta.

Zhong Mingwei, who has been bedridden for many years, finally got out of bed today.

Master, you hold me, Pang Yi nervously supported Zhong Mingwei, and he was already dripping with sweat within a few steps. It wasn't that Zhong Mingwei was heavy, but that Pang Yi was really afraid that Zhong Mingwei would be hurt again. Gu Changlin said It is clear that if Zhong Mingwei's knee is injured again, I am afraid that it will be difficult in the future. Pang Yi is naturally nervous, and he can hardly speak, Master, you... don't try hard, first, first support Let me point, come, left foot, right, right, right, right, right...