Chapter 531

However, it's already this day, it should have passed the dinner time.

Mu Qingge's stomach grunted.

Her waist and legs are still a little weak, but she can't continue to lie down like this. She has to eat.

She took off her inner garment, just put on her belly pocket pants, and was about to put on other robes when a voice came out of the door, "are you awake?"

It's Rong Jue's voice.

Mu Qingge raised his voice and answered, "well."

Rong Jue pushed the door and came in with a large food box in his hand. He put it on the table and approached the bed.

He lifted the bed yarn, just to see mu Qingge is buckle, he reached out to help her.

Seeing his help, mu Qingge didn't bother to stop him. He yawned and asked, "what time is it now? Has it been dinner?"

"Well." Rong Jue buttoned up for her, put on a sleek grass cloak to keep warm, and pecked her lips. "It's late. Yan'er and I are naked, and Yan'er is asleep."

"So late?" Mu light song stretched out the face of the old demon, showing a touch of surprise, "then how long did I sleep?"

"For hours."

Mu Qingge held his forehead speechless and glared at Rong Jue.

Blame him!

There's no control in broad daylight!

Day time is precious, but she wasted it!

Looking at her shy and angry look, Rong Jue couldn't put it down and couldn't help hugging her again.

Today, Rong Jue is so sticky that mu Qingge can hardly resist!

"Hungry?" In fact, Rong Jue knows how to control herself and that she is going to eat.

"What do you say?" Mu Qingge bit his lip and glared at him.

"Well, eat first." Rongjue kisses her, then takes her to the table to sit down, opens the food box, and brings out five or six dishes for her to eat.

"Did the little boy really sleep?" Mu Qingge, holding his rice bowl and holding his chopsticks, was a little uneasy. "Will the little boy go to sleep without pestering me to tell him a story?"

Rong Jue's clear spring like eyes flashed, holding a pair of chopsticks to pick up vegetables for her, and said softly, "he won't pester you to tell him stories in the future."

Mu Qingge does not believe: "he is so obedient?"

"Well." Rong Jue's cold eyes were stained with a shallow smile, which was like water waves, warm and beautiful: "because I told him that you and I would give him a younger brother to play with, so that he would not always pester you."

"Cough!" Mu Qingge was choked by the food in his mouth.

Rong Jue's eyebrows slightly frowned, "eat slowly." Yes, I poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

I don't know who is the culprit!

Mu Qingge took a sip of the tea and gave him a white look. He blushed and became angry. "He's still a three-year-old. Why do you tell him that?"

Rong Jue said softly, "it's time to be sensible at the age of three."

Mu Qingge said to a three-year-old child, "besides, children don't mean they can be born if they want to..."

Rong Jue looked at her, eyes unfathomable, "song'er, don't you want children?"

He didn't forget that from the beginning to the end, he was the one who said he had children. She seemed to be protesting all the time

Doesn't she want children?

Or, don't want to have children with him?

His voice was surprisingly low, low and dumb.

Mu Qingge suddenly heard the unusual meaning, the action of eating a meal, raised his eyes to him, suddenly found that his face smile disappeared, instead of the gloomy darkness.

"You think too much." Mu Qingge gave him a white eye, "I didn't want it, but I don't know if it's time."

Then, without waiting for Rong Jue to speak, he took a piece of meat and raised it to his lips. His face was a little red and he asked, "do you really want to have a baby so soon?"

They haven't been together for months!

Is this decision too urgent?

"Well." As a matter of fact, all his words and proposals are never just words. Since he can speak them out, he has already thought about them.

He wants their children.

He was quite sure of that.

Mu Qingge looked at the light of his eyes and nodded, "OK."

"Agreed?" Rong Jue's black eyes looked at her deeply.

"Well."

Rongjue's lips were raised and she did not speak.

Although he didn't speak, mu Qingge could feel his happiness.

She couldn't help laughing when she saw him happy about it.

As soon as she laughed, her eyes were shining with stars. Rong Jue could hardly move her eyes.

Mu Qingge was reddened by him again and couldn't help reminding him, "do you want to eat?"

Rong Jue just responds, mu Qingge adds a piece of meat to his lips.

He shook his head, reached for her hand to push back the meat, "you eat, I don't eat."

Mu Qingge is also not polite, hanging his head to continue to eat.

While eating, he thought of Rong Jue's previous words, chewing and asking: "by the way, you said before that while the situation is still stable, sir, child... How do you know that the situation is still stable?"

"It takes time and preparation for a war to break out. There is no time for a big war to break out. Naturally, the situation is stable." Rong Jue said, in the room took a book to see, while looking at the book while accompany Mu light song.

"Yes, too." Mu Qingge nodded, "by the way, have you informed your cousin and Murong Shizi to strengthen their defense?"

"It's been informed."

Mu Qingge nodded. After thinking about it, he suddenly said to Rong Jue solemnly, "by the way, I want to discuss something with you."

"Well?" Rong Jue's eyes moved away from the account book. "What's the matter?"

"I want to build a medicine room."

"Medicine room?" Rong Jue asked, "but is it the pharmacy?"

"No, it's different from the medicine hall." Muqinggedun chopsticks, seriously to rongjue explained: "my drug room, is the manufacture of drug processing workshop."

"Drug manufacturing workshop?"

"It's like treating some diseases such as high fever, wind cold and so on. We usually call the doctor. Don't we all need to buy Herbs to eat?" Mu Qingge explained to Rong Jue in a popular way: "my drug room is to process these drugs first and make them into pills with therapeutic effect. These pills, or one or several, can cure a disease directly. In this case, if the doctor finds out the disease, he doesn't need to take the medicine and decoction, he will give it to the pill directly. "

"Well, that's a good idea." Rong Jue understood, "however, the whole mainland has long been used to the process of medicine decocting. The pills produced may not be accepted."

"I've thought about that, too. It's very difficult to change the concept that has lasted for thousands of years. " Mu Qingge said: "however, I have not planned to sell drugs for the time being