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    Looking at Jiang Fanyin's blushing face, Song Boxue smiled and hugged him tightly: "Okay, I won't ask, let's get down to business. Have you thought about what birthday gifts for the Queen Mother?"

    Gao Zhilan reminded her on the way that the Queen Mother's birthday banquet is just a few days ago.

    So Jiang Zhifu was reinstated by the official, and the dignified local third-rank officials, who happened to be in the capital, were naturally fortunate to be able to enter the palace to celebrate their birthday.

    In Gao Zhilan's application for merit, Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin were listed.

    Song Boxue doesn't have to worry about anything, her official position is low, so she just mixes in the crowd to make up a number.

    Jiang Fanyin was different. The female relatives and officials were seated together, and they also carefully prepared birthday gifts and congratulated the Queen Mother in person.

    "We came in a hurry and haven't figured out what to send."

    Song Boxue seemed to have expected it long ago, raised her eyebrows and said: "The queen mother has never seen anything, and things bought with silver money are not very rare, too expensive and inappropriate, too cheap and rude, so look at me What did it do for you?"

    She took out a telescope, much more delicate than the one she gave to Gao Zhilan before.

    When she learned that Jiang Fanyin was going to prepare a birthday gift for the Queen Mother, she immediately asked Gao Zhilan if the telescope had been presented to the top.

    Gao Zhilan has not had time yet.

    This is a coincidence, one for the emperor and one for the queen mother.

    Jiang Fanyin also saw the finished product for the first time. She took the telescope, and under Song Boxue's guidance, she played with it for a while and said, "If it is used to detect the enemy's situation on the battlefield, I can ask our army to scout it. Save a lot of energy."

    She raised her eyes to look at Song Boxue, and her eyes floated.

    This person seems to be omnipotent and always brings her peace of mind.

    Song Boxue raised her eyebrows lightly, met Jiang Fanyin's affectionate gaze, and said with a smile: "Why, did you find that I am more caring? Sister Jiang is so moved, why not show her affection? "

    Jiang Fanyin's face had just faded and the blush reappeared: "Don't talk nonsense--"

    This person is really... really serious.

    Song Boxue lowered her head and leaned into her ear: "Why are you talking nonsense? Sister Jiang - don't you miss me?"

    Jiang Fanyin bit her lip and whispered: "I don't want to-"

    Song Boxue laughed suddenly, and said with a look of approval: "Yes, you don't want at all, it's me who thinks, I think about it day and night, think about it-"

    "Song Boxue - no more."

    "Okay, I don't say it, I do..."

    Song Boxue's eyes were hot, and she lowered her head to press Jiang Fanyin's lips.

    There is a stove in the room in winter, and the charcoal fire in it has dissipated the heat overnight.

    Jiang Fanyin was pushed to the bed, her black hair scattered, her expression blurred, and she had nowhere to hide.

    The long kiss seemed to have no end, and the stove that had already lost its temperature seemed to be burning beside him, ironing people through clothes.

     Sweat beaded quietly on the forehead, large beads, rolling down, connecting into a line.

    "It's still daytime-don't-" Jiang Fanyin tried to dodge, but was completely powerless, and was imprisoned on the bed by Song Boxue.

    "Holy, I know the severity-"

    Jiang Fanyin's struggling movements were instantly bewitched and stagnant.

    She raised her head unconsciously, and her neck showed a confusing arc.

    "Sister Jiang, how are you-"

    Jiang Fanyin lay groggy on the bed, forgetting the time...

    Song Boxue raised her head and stroked the broken hair on her forehead, her eyes deep.

    "Sister Jiang, I want to hear your voice."

    "Hmm--"

    Jiang Fanyin opened his mouth, which was an unspoken response.

    The voice is hoarse, like sobbing/sobbing, like begging/forgiveness.

    Song Boxue inhaled slowly: "Sister is so good-"

    The overly gentle coaxing fell in my ears, taking away Jiang Fanyin's last reason,

    As Song Boxue said, she did nothing, but she did everything.

    The body gives the most honest response…

    The door knocked at this moment, pulling back Jiang Fanyin's sense of sanity. She looked at the bed curtain with lost eyes, and opened her mouth to say that someone was knocking on the door, but before the sound came out, it was all blocked. Teeth/Inter.

    The knock on the door seemed to be in my ear.

    It seems to be knocked on the heart, it is infinitely magnified, and the rhythm of breathing is disturbed. It is thrilling and moving.

    "Ignore it, baby-"

    Song Boxue covered Jiang Fanyin's eyes and let the knockers shout outside.

    Dong dong dong, the knock on the door was neither light nor heavy...

    The quilt in Jiang Fanyin's hand suddenly loosened, she raised her head slightly, the corners of her eyes were light red, and there was a faint mist, as if she was crying unconsciously A scene, demeanor/status/fascinating…

    Song Boxue's heart beat slightly, her eyes were dangerous, like a boundless river, almost drowning/death in the clear water...

    Jiang Fanyin seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

    Outside the door, Zhu Zhu stared at the closed door and was about to knock again when he heard Song Boxue's voice inside.

    "No one is in the house, I'll talk later if I have something to do."

    Zhu Zhu: “…”

    This is nobody?

    Isn’t the person speaking?

    This dog officer is still in broad daylight...

    A gentle and quiet person like Miss Jiang, how could she just follow...

    The night was sinking, Song Boxue looked at Jiang Fanyin who had fallen asleep, kissed the corner of her mouth gently, and went out to see Zhu Zhu standing in the courtyard looking at the moon with a resentful face.

    Song Boxue coughed lightly and asked, "You've been waiting outside?"

    Song Boxue's eyebrows twitched, but her expression did not change: "What's the matter?"

    It's not a trivial matter if I haven't left for a long time.

    Zhu Zhu glanced at the courtyard gate, walked towards Song Boxue, and whispered, "Miss Jiang is really pregnant with your child?"

    Song Boxue nodded: "It is absolutely true."

    She probably guessed Zhu Zhu's purpose.

    Unfortunately, she was destined to let the little princess go back.

    Sure enough, Zhu Zhu's next words verified Song Boxue's guess.

    "You are all women, how did you do it, can you see me?"

    Song Boxue looked at Zhu Zhu carefully, raised her eyebrows and said, "You can't."

    Zhu Zhu: “…”

    I always feel that this is particularly unpleasant.

    After Song Boxue made it clear that she couldn't do it again and again, Zhu Zhu rested his thoughts with a sad face.

    Although she knew that hope was slim, she still had a little thought.

    She doesn't have to have children, but she has one more choice. Now that she knows the result, and that she doesn't have that option, she will still feel a little lost.

    Song Boxue was silent for a moment, frowning at the moon, she really couldn't comfort people.

    Especially this kind of powerlessness.

    Zhu Zhu comforted himself in his heart, smiled and said goodbye to Song Boxue.

    Everything has gains and losses, she already has a heart, why bother asking for trouble.

    When it was late at night, Princess Pingyuan knocked on the door of the Hou Mansion.

    Gao Zhilan was surprised when she heard the servant's reply, and ordered Zhu Zhu to be taken to her room.

    "Why are you here so late? Is it cold? Warm your hands."

    She handed the small heater in her hand to Zhu Zhu, her eyes full of distress.

    Zhu Zhu raised the corner of his mouth, took the small heater, and smiled brightly at her: "Come with me, I brought our daughter."

    Hearing Zhu Zhu's words, Gao Zhilan couldn't help but be taken aback?

    She couldn't help rubbing her ears, what is it?

    Daughter?

    Where did her daughter come from?

    Not waiting for Gao Zhilan to return to her senses, she saw Zhu Zhu happily running towards the door.

    Outside the courtyard, Zhu Zhu ordered someone to take out a wooden box from the carriage.

    I couldn't see what was in the box in the dark.

    Gao Zhilan leaned forward, only to see Zhu Zhu bent over and picked up a mass of black things and threw them into her arms.

    "This princess announced that Xiao Wangcai will be our daughter in the future. Let her be named Gao Wangcai if she has your surname."

    Gao Zhilan looked at the black mass in his arms, and after seeing what it was, the corners of his mouth trembled.

    Daughter?

    Prosperity?

    Did you not wake up today and still dreaming?

    The little piglet in his arms like the black dumpling snorted twice, Gao Zhilan's eyes twitched uncontrollably, stunned in place.

    Her daughter is a pig...piggy!

    Seeing her stunned, Zhu Zhu said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you looking like that, Wang Cai is the best in that litter of piglets, this princess personally selected her, and I will give her to her in the future. Raised by you."

    It's really good, isn't it just raising babies, baby pigs are so cute, what's wrong with their prosperity.

    Gao Zhilan glanced at Zhu Zhu quietly and couldn't hide the joy on his face, resisted the urge to throw the little piglet on the ground, and forced a smile: "No, I'm happy, I will take good care of him Head -- take good care of our daughter."

    Help!

    Can you change to a dog, or even a cat? Why a pig?

    She is a dignified little marquis, and she is shameless.

    Gao Zhilan complained wildly in his heart, still smiling, not daring to confront Zhu Zhu.

    How could she not see that since she knew that Song Boxue and Jiang Fanyin had a child, her little princess was a little bit out of her mind, but now she seems to be relieved.

    It’s a bit pricey…

    Zhu Zhu glanced at Gao Zhilan's expression, and said solemnly: "Take good care of our little prosperous wealth, but you can't slaughter and eat meat, otherwise this princess will kill you to sacrifice to the sky."

    Gao Zhilan looked at Zhu Zhu and smiled hard, and tentatively said: "I have no problem raising it, it's that--that's..."

    "What is it? You don't want to?"

    "I want to, but can I let her be your surname, Zhu."

    Daughter is a pig, what is she?

    Gao Zhilan wanted to cry, but his heart was ashes.

    The only thing she is happy about is that it is the big night, and not many people know it, so it is not too broken.

    In the future, as long as the pig is not taken out, and the servants keep their mouths, it should not be known to everyone...

    However, Zhu Zhu seemed to see through what she was thinking, before leaving, he said with a smile: "No, let her be your surname, it's getting late, the princess will come back to look for you tomorrow morning. When we take Xiao Wangcai out for a walk and show her the world, our daughter can't be a frog in the well."

    Gao Zhilan watched Zhu Zhu's carriage go away, her body could not help swaying, did she hear it right?

    Do you want to take it out to see the world?

    A pig?

    What if she wants to disappear with this pig?

    Is it too late to repent?

    She suddenly dared not marry this princess...

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