Your Majesty, the Emperor is playing your cards again!

Chapter 791 You are tired, really!

Zi Mo retreated quietly and Jun Feiliang sat down.

He raised his hand and personally twisted Xia Baozheng's hair.

Xia Baozheng had just finished taking a bath. Her little face was rosy, like a ripe red apple, plump and juicy.

Jun Feiliang's heart was moved when he saw this. He leaned over slightly and kissed her cheek.

Xia Baozheng opened her beautiful eyes quickly and looked at the person in front of her, with an expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Jun Feiliang wanted to kiss her again.

Xia Baozheng quickly raised her hand and covered his mouth.

"Your Majesty, don't kiss me. I feel like vomiting."

Jun Feiliang: "..."

Worried, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Xia Baozheng wanted to vomit but couldn't, so she suppressed the nausea in her heart.

He whispered, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable anywhere, just a little nauseous."

Jun Feiliang reached out and rubbed her belly: "Are you too full?"

Xia Baozheng nodded: "Maybe."

"Then let me rub it for you."

"Ah."

Jun Feiliang rubbed her for a while, and Xia Baozheng felt a lot more comfortable and let out a sigh of relief.

She held his big hand and said, "I'm fine. Your Majesty has been tired all day. Go to bed early."

Jun Feiliang stepped onto the couch, took her into his arms, and looked at her with burning eyes: "I'm not tired."

Xia Baozheng: "..."

He coughed and said, "Your Majesty, you are tired, really!"

Jun Feiliang's eyes were filled with dark fire: "I'm not tired, do you want to try it, huh?"

He said hoarsely, cupping her face and about to kiss her.

Xia Baozheng suddenly felt a surge of gas rising up in her stomach.

He sat up suddenly, clutching his chest and wanting to vomit.

But the stomach gas rolled around and then was suppressed, and nothing was vomited out.

Jun Feiliang's thoughts instantly disappeared.

He hugged her and said hurriedly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable, huh? I'll call the imperial physician right away!" Xia Baozheng grabbed him and cried, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, I just feel a little nauseous. Could it be that we have been bathing too much recently and it has caused a physiological reaction, so I feel like vomiting when the emperor kisses me..."

Jun Feiliang: "..."

This is the first time I've heard of such a physiological reaction.

He said in a soothing voice, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Let's ask the imperial physician to come and take a look."

Jun Feiliang turned around and ordered someone to call the imperial physician.

The nausea subsided and Xia Baozheng felt that she was fine again.

He whispered, "It's just a small matter. It's not good to trouble the doctor in the middle of the night, right?"

Jun Feiliang said without questioning, "Such high salaries are paid to keep them in the palace so that they can come whenever they are called. This is their job, so how can it be a problem?"

“But I feel fine now.”

"Nothing wrong? Then let me kiss you."

As he said this, he leaned over to kiss her.

"puff--"

A wave of nausea suddenly surged up her body. She clutched her chest, her face turned pale, and she felt like vomiting again.

Cough, cough, cough, cough...

My stomach was full of gas and I felt very uncomfortable, but I still didn't vomit anything.

Jun Feiliang patted her back lightly, his brows furrowed into a frown.

Could it be that the little girl really had a physiological vomiting reaction because of excessive bathing recently?

It's all his fault.

He shouldn't have dragged the little girl along to indulge himself every night just for his own desires.

Jun Feiliang felt extremely guilty.

He reflected deeply on himself.

He has made up his mind to abstain from sex and has been controlling himself recently and will never indulge in bathing again!
Just as Jun Feiliang was solemnly confessing, Lin Yuanzheng came in a hurry.

After hearing about Xia Baozheng's situation and the two people's suspicions, Lin Yuanzheng almost laughed out loud.

Fortunately, he was an experienced imperial physician and he suppressed the smile on his lips.

He said professionally, "Rong Weichen will take mother's pulse first."

Xia Baozheng nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Dean."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.