Love in Xuancheng

"I don't know!" Shen Xingyue paused for a moment, put her head on the soft chair, slightly tilted her head, stared at the roof in a daze, "probably like it can make people drunk. It's too lonely and painful to wake up. Only in a drunken dream can you make up a not cold life for yourself."

"Isn't the Lord good enough?" Luo Yu asked in a deep voice with some dissatisfaction.

"That's good enough, but my habit of drinking is deep-rooted and can't be changed." Shen Xingyue glanced at Luo Yu and joked with a smile: "how can I protect my short than your prince!"

Luo Yu heard the words and knelt down. She shouted "Princess -" in panic, but she didn't know how to explain it so that the princess wouldn't misunderstand. She had to hang her head down in frustration and stop talking. She didn't know why she would defend the injustice for the prince. Her heart was clearly towards the princess - what's the matter?

Shen Xingyue smiled, "I know you didn't mean it, silly Luoyu."

That evil spirit is loved by everyone. Do you want to soak in the vinegar jar all day?

"Who is shorter than the king?" the voice of the wind sounded in the house.

"When did you come?" Shen Xingyue winked at Luo Yu and looked at her in the direction of her voice.

Luo Yu hurriedly squatted down and neatly collected the wine jar on the table.

"Go down, don't stop!" Feng moye whispered.

Luo Yu looked at Shen Xingyue, and Shen Xingyue nodded slightly. Then Luo Yu stopped, saluted and hurried out.

Feng moye squatted down at her feet and gently pasted the raised belly on his side face, "is there any trouble today, son?"

Shen Xingyue raised her hand and stroked his cheek. She smiled and said, "no, you're very good!"

"Good son!" Feng moye praised with satisfaction and rubbed his hands slowly back and forth on the raised belly. "Is there anything you want to eat, madam?"

"No!" Shen Xingyue took his hand and motioned him to stand up and sit beside him. "It's spring. Can you go out for a walk?"

Feng moye stretched out his hand and took her in his arms. "How about being patient again? When the weather gets warmer, will the king take his wife out to play?"

Shen Xingyue drooped her head and said nothing, looking disappointed.

Feng moye saw it in his eyes and felt hurt. He took a deep breath and said in a warm voice, "I will take my wife out tomorrow! But my wife must stay in the carriage. Can you agree?"

Shen Xingyue raised her head and looked at him bitterly, "it's better not to go out!"

"Madam's internal injury hasn't healed yet. She's weak and can't catch a cold. She's at the root of the disease. She's going to give birth in three months. Don't make any more mistakes. It's better to be careful."

Shen Xingyue's weak body was injured again and again, and she was pregnant before she recovered. In addition, she had a strong reaction during pregnancy, which made Feng moye feel headache and helpless.

"Then don't go out!"

Shen Xingyue buried her head in his arms and burst into tears. Her grievances expanded like fermentation. She didn't know what she was wronging or where she came from. She just wanted to cry out inexplicably.

"Moon -" Feng moye felt her shoulders shaking slightly, so he called softly.

Originally, he was still holding back and didn't make a sound. This call seemed to open the gate. Wow, he began to cry loudly. He was so frightened that Feng moye was in a moment of panic and at a loss.