The way of heaven is to damage what is excess and make up for what is insufficient. Unlike ordinary people in the lower realm, in order to avoid turbidity and imbalance, the gods in the upper realm rely on the omen of spirit dreams for their survival. Only within ten days after the arrival of spirit dreams can they have the possibility of conception. . s.#. For a tribe with thin blood and noble blood like Huaxu's and Zhuyin's, it is considered excellent to be able to conceive two or three times in a lifetime.
Normally, there would be omens after one hundred thousand years of marriage, but he never thought that his Lingmeng would come so soon.
Xuan Yi suppressed the yawn with his sleeve, and hugged his neck like stretching: "Can I say that I don't want to have children?"
The tone didn't sound like she didn't want to have a baby.
Fu Cang stroked her cold cheek, and said softly: "I really don't want to"
She breathed a soft sigh of relief, and her tone became softer: "Then can you wait for a few days?"
Fu Cang flicked her face lightly with his finger: "Silly princess."
In the gorgeous sunset, the blue water in the Baiyu Pond on the top of the mountain seemed to have been enchanted and turned into a very light bright red. The branches and leaves of the green trees by the pool were hanging down, as if they wanted to draw spiritual liquid from the pool.
Xuan Yi stared at this beautiful scenery intently, until the night fell, and the water in the pool gradually turned into a flash of the Milky Way.
it's beautiful.
Fu Cang said lightly: "At dawn, the water in the pool will turn light green. If it rains, it will be blue lotus color. Only when it snows, there is no color."
Xuan Yi couldn't help turning his head back: "How long did you stay here last time?"
He thought for a while: "Two years."
Princess Long looked at herself silently, her eyes rolled around, showing a rare tenderness, Fu Cang took the gold ring from her hair to play with, this gold ring is exquisite, but it can also be seen that the shape is no longer the current style , although she never said it, but it must be a relic of her mother.
Suddenly she said in a low voice: "Qingyan did the same. He went to the Cuihe River to stay alone for a few years."
When he came back, there was a pair of black pearl earrings on his ears. It is said that they were given to him by the river god. A Niang's accessories when he was a child, he has not taken them off until today. He didn't want to get married, probably because he felt that he would become like his father, and the indulgent dragon nature made the emperors of the Zhuyin clan not have a good reputation in terms of relationships.
Xuan Yi suddenly softly entangled Emperor Qinghua in front of him, an ambiguous smile appeared on his jade cheeks, and his voice became soft: "Senior Brother Fucang, I don't seem to want to wait any longer."
She pressed against his lips, imitating his appearance, and took a bite on it.
Sixty years after their wedding, on a scorching red summer day, the princess brought her husband back to Zhongshan, and brought a news that was almost earth-shattering: she was pregnant, and she was of Hua Xu's blood.
Qi Nan was probably the most excited and happy, half of his face was swollen from crying without paying attention. He was no longer a priest, he stayed in Zhongshan for the elderly, and was raised by Qingyan, and he became a little fatter. Now he knew that the princess was pregnant, so he couldn't sit still, so he immediately volunteered: "Princess, let me take care of you. "
The priests in Qingdi Palace were clumsy, and the maidservants were dumbfounded, so he didn't trust them to take care of the princess.
Qingyan just laughed, and tapped the forehead of the little girl who was devoting herself to eating candied plums: "Why didn't Zhuyin's be compared?"
Xuan Yi gracefully spit out a plum seed, maybe it was because she was pregnant, her preference for this sweet and sour taste has reached the highest in her life, and she ate half a box in a short time.
Qi Nan comforted him with experience: "Princess, don't eat too much, and be careful of nausea. There were no signs in the first three hundred years, so you can rest assured."
She immediately lost interest in candied plums, it turned out that she was just greedy.
"Where's father?" she asked.
Qing Yan said calmly: "He heard that His Majesty the Qing Emperor traveled all over the world and was very carefree, so he also left Zhongshan and went looking for flowers and visiting willows."
After saying this, Qi Nan spit out another mouthful of tea.
Xuan Yi stretched her waist. Although Qi Nan said that there was no sign in the past three hundred years, she still felt more tired than usual in the past few months of pregnancy. The icy breath of Zhong Shan's ice-covered snow made her feel very comfortable. , and immediately grabbed Qin Nan's sleeve coquettishly: "I want to live in Zifu for a few days, Qin Nan, are my cloud yarn pillows and quilts still there?"
"Yes, yes." Qi Nan forgot that he was no longer a priest, and hurriedly led the way, "It's still the same."
I don't know whether it was returning to the familiar Zi Mansion that made Xuan Yi feel at ease, or whether Zhong Shan's cold air made her feel comfortable. After entering the Yuan Zhan Hall, she sat on her bed and felt so tired and drowsy that her coat was all worn out. He fell asleep on it without taking it off.
Fu Cang took off her shoes and covered the quilt for her, and before she closed the gauze curtain, Qi Nan whispered from behind: "The princess thinks it's because she is pregnant, and she is extremely dependent on the power of yin and cold, so don't worry about it, the emperor."
Since she was pregnant, she looked no different than before, but more energetic, Fu Cang didn't think about it, but she didn't think that her tiredness was accumulated inside, and she felt weak when she returned to Zhongshan.
Fu Cang, who encountered this for the first time, finally couldn't be as calm as usual, looked at Qi Nan with his dark eyes, hesitated to speak, and Qi Nan immediately gave an expression of "I understand you needn't say it": "Emperor, wait a moment."
He walked out of the Purple Mansion quickly, and came back after a long time, holding a pile of Shan Gao's books in his hands, put them all on the desk, and said kindly: "The emperor has nothing to read when he is free."
He believed that with Fu Cang's transparency and intelligence, reading all these books should be enough to deal with the various strange symptoms of the princess' thousand-year pregnancy.
That night, the exhausted princess fell asleep in the gauze tent. In the study room of Yuanzhan Hall, the silver lamp was lit all night, and His Majesty Qinghua Emperor read all the books that were high in the mountains.
Seeing the dawn light in the sky, His Majesty let out a long breath after finishing the last book.
He decided that after giving birth to this one, he would never ask Princess Dragon to give birth again. If Qingyan wanted Zhuyin's blood, he would give birth himself.
Xuan Yi slept for three days after this sleep, he just felt refreshed, he didn't find Fu Cang after lunch, he was wandering around, but saw Qi Nan standing at the gate of the mountain, several long cars of Zhuyin's family Just submerged in the sea of clouds, she wondered, "Qinan, what are you doing?"
What secrets are they doing in private? Xuan Yi looked around: "Where is Senior Brother Fucang?"
"He has something to say with the emperor, the princess should not bother them, come, let's have tea."
Fu Cang and Qing Yan said that she didn't believe it at all, but no matter what, she was always happy to have refreshments. Xuan Yi followed Qi Nan without touching his feet.
Before the row of agate and white jade cakes was finished, a familiar figure came in from Yunjingchu. Xuan Yi rushed towards him like a butterfly wearing a flower. He was so panicked that he hugged him, and said with a frown, "Don't run like this."
The young Emperor, who will be a father for another thousand years, has already started to feel a little nervous.
Xuan Yi held his hand with a smile, and before taking a few steps backwards, he straightened him again: "Don't walk like this."
She pouted: "Don't tell me not to walk for a thousand years."
After the 300-year leave, she still has to look back at Wang Shu Gong and continue to be the Goddess of Wang Shu.
Fu Cang embraced her shoulders, and walked down the Empress Sangxia: "Since I am pregnant, I will send a handwritten letter to the Wenhua Palace in a few days. I will leave Wang Shu's post first, and you should be more obedient. You can't go like that just now." .”
Xuan Yi giggled: "Otherwise, just turn me off Chunjun."
He also smiled, and flicked her forehead lightly: "That's right, otherwise it's Guan Chunjun."
He suddenly picked her up again by the waist, put his ear on her abdomen, and listened carefully, he and her child were being conceived inside. As if his heart had been tapped by the softest finger all of a sudden, he felt that his whole heart softened, and the wonderful and joyful feelings quickly overwhelmed him again.
Got kids, theirs.
Qi Nan had already hid far away winkingly, not to disturb the emperor couple who were so loving and stuck together almost every day.
When returning to Qingdi Palace, Qingyan sent them all the way to the mountain gate, seeing Xuanyi's belly that showed no signs, suddenly smiled. When he was young, his face was gloomy, and after he became an emperor, he described it as aloof and arrogant, and now he smiled with joy.
"I'm going to be an uncle." He touched Xuan Yi's head, his voice became gentle, "I'm very relieved to have him take care of you."
The shadow A Niang left on them was too deep, but he was very glad that A Yi met the most suitable one. He knew that the young emperor who had been entangled with A Yi since he was young would rather break himself than cry. She kowtowed a little, and that was enough.
Xuan Yi smiled slightly, and said softly: "I still want to be mean to my sister-in-law, it must be very interesting, who told you not to give me a chance."
Qingyan shook his head, he is the blood of the emperors of the Zhuyin clan in the past, and he is also a child of his father. He does not want to let the tragedy happen to him, whether it is about Lihenhai or A Niang, in his generation. Happens best.
Hua Xu's long car left the gate of Zhongshan Mountain, the hot summer wind raised the curtains, Xuan Yi immediately withered, curled up in a corner with the cushions in his arms, and began to fall asleep again.
He picked her up with both hands, and then his body fell into a familiar embrace. He helped Cang wipe the sweat off her neck. Pregnancy really made her suffer, and she continued to suffer for a thousand years.
He breathed lightly, and the cool and clean wind swirled in the spacious long car, blowing off the sweat on her face.
"Sleep when you're tired." He stroked her hair.
Unexpectedly, the princess squeezed an ice mirror silently, looked at it for a long time, then threw it away with tears in her eyes: "You've become ugly."
Fu Cang felt that her out-of-the-box thinking had reached the point of adapting to all changes, and said calmly: "It will be uglier in the future, just get used to it."
Xuan Yi was shocked and turned to stare at him, but he couldn't help laughing, and patted her on the head: "Think about it all day long."
The severely injured princess buried her head in his arms, and said sullenly: "May I not give birth?"
The capricious princess began to regret greatly because she would become ugly.
Fu Cang comforted in a soft voice: "This is the only one."
She twisted like a flower: "It will become ugly."
He hugged her and comforted her for a long time, but in the end it was because of the heat that she fell asleep again with no energy.
When he woke up, he felt the familiar cold force all over his body. After washing away the sluggishness brought about by the hot summer, Xuan Yi opened his eyes and looked around blankly, only to see Yuan Zhan Palace close in front of him~www..com~ The emperor sang, intertwined with red and green, made a clear rustling sound in the wind, and she was rarely surprised to go back to Zhongshan.
Fu Cang put her on the ground, and said softly, "See what's different."
Xuan Yi took two steps slowly, remembering that a long, long time ago, in the fiery Qiongsang City, there was the same Zi Mansion in the Cloud Realm, which was opened up for her by the husband of a princess of the Zhuyin family even earlier. It was also unexpected that Fu Cang would open up the same cloud environment for her in Qingdi Palace.
She immediately realized that when she was in Zhongshan, those long cars sent away all the things she used in the Zifu. Qingyan and Fucang didn't talk about things, but they all came to Qingdi Palace. This familiar coldness The power is exactly Qingyan's.
She turned her head and met Shang Fucang's gentle eyes. After a long time, the princess finally smiled.
"It's so comfortable, here." She turned and hugged his arm, "I like it very much."
Just smile. Fu Cang kissed her on the forehead.
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