The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Why didn't you put on your clothes and ran out, so you could easily catch the cold?" Huang Fulian was a head and a half taller than her, and it was inconvenient to brush his hair while standing, Jiang Nanyan pushed him to the dressing table Sitting down, he carefully wiped his long, thick black hair until the moisture on it was blotted dry, then picked up the wooden stake on the table, and carefully combed each strand.

Neither of them spoke, and the room was silent.

After a while, Huang Fulian suddenly turned around, took Jiang Nanyan's hand holding the stake, and asked Xu Sheng

"Your wind and cold, what does Wu Yu say?"

"It's nothing, it's just a bit of wind, and the throat is a little dry. Wu Yu said, take a few doses of medicine and you'll be fine. You don't have to worry so much." Jiang Nanyan replied with a smile. [

This was the first time she smiled so sincerely after she knew that it was difficult for her to conceive.

After hearing Wu Yu say that she could conceive as long as she took the medicine, the big stone that had been pressing on Jiang Nanyan's heart was finally removed.

She is really happy that she can get pregnant.

Looking at Huangfulian, Jiang Nanyan couldn't help but frowned.

As Jiang Nanyan's closest bedside person, how could Huang Fulian not feel her joy?

It can be said that Huang Fulian knew every subtle emotion of Jiang Nanyan.

He stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Jiang Nanyan's waist, and carried her to his lap to sit down.