Chapter 67：

The air inside the room was faintly filled with happiness and a touch of affection.

"Grandpa, my pregnancy is only known to a few close people. I will keep it secret until the time comes." Jiang Ningbao rested his head on his chest and quietly listened to his powerful heartbeat and whispered softly. Road.

"Okay." Dingguo's uncontrollable efforts made her tighter again.

Jiang Ningbao remembered that it was not long before Ding Guogong came back. He should not have had dinner. He quickly said, "Grandpa, have you ever used dinner? I will call the kitchen to prepare a meal."

"No." Ding Guogong shook his head and carefully held Jiang Ningbao on the low couch.

Jiang Ningbao kissed the corner of his mouth, and chuckled his lips and smiled: "Grandpa, I have drunk medicated wine and my body is very good. You don't need to treat me as a fragile product."

Ding Guogong gave a hum, but the movement was still gentle, Jiang Ningbao smiled helplessly, Ding Guogong called Xie Qi to come in, and let the kitchen bring the prepared meal.

Jiang Ningbao thought for a while and smiled, "I'll accompany you for a meal."

"Okay." Ding Guogong didn't refuse, and he didn't want to eat alone.

Around a cup of tea, the people in the kitchen brought their meals. Jiang Ningbao and Ding Guogong went to the hall for a meal. In the hall, Xie Qi saw the master and his wife coming, and he retired.

The meal on the dining table was rich. It was for dinner's sake. The meal was relatively light. There was also a cup of boiled chicken soup. Dingguo brought the chicken soup directly to Jiang Ningbao.

"Dowa chicken soup tonic."

Jiang Ningbao: "..."

She already had a drink at Rong Xirong tonight, and now she still has a drink. Jiang Ningbao nodded in Dingguo's expectant eyes, took the chicken soup and sipped it.

Dingguo's eyes softened slightly, and he began to use dinner. After Jiang Ningbao drank the chicken soup, he began to give Dingguo's dishes, which are his favorite dishes.

One is responsible for eating and the other is for pickling.

There is a tenderness flowing between the two.

After dinner, Chunxi and Chunle came in to clean up the table, Dingguo and Jiang Ningbao went to the gazebo in the yard to cool off. The wind in the early summer and evening brought a wave of coolness, dissipating the heat of the day.

Jiang Ningbao leaned his head on Dingguo's shoulder, looked at a meniscus hanging in the sky, and asked about Jiang Mingyao.

"Grandpa, how is my five-girl relationship going?"

"Mrs. Jiang chose a warrior with no wife and no son." Ding Guogong carefully wrapped around Jiang Ningbao's waist with a soft voice.

Jiang Ningbao sighed: "Unsurprisingly, among so many generals who have proposed relatives, his official position is the highest, and I was not surprised that my grandmother would choose him."

Fortunately, the men who were carefully selected by Ding Guogong have good morals. The six generals are not too old, in their early twenties, tall and handsome.

If Changning Bofu is still there, it is impossible for him to marry Jiang Mingyao.

Jiang Mingyao also chose this. Otherwise, Ding Guogong's men also have higher official positions. If they all go to propose relatives, Mrs. Jiang will also choose the high official positions.

Jiang Ningbao did not understand Jiang Mingyao's choice.

The materials sent by Dingguo Gong, including the portraits and their materials, were mostly unmarried, but Jiang Mingyao chose the widow and childless.

"This is her choice." Ding Guogong said indifferently. If it was not for the young wife to speak, he would not help Jiang Mingyao.

Jiang Ningbao smiled slightly: "Yeah, the person you choose, whether you have a good life in the future, has nothing to do with us, just like Grandpa and I, I don't regret marrying you."

"I'll be hello to you." Ding Guogong kissed her hair side by side, and groaned, and unconsciously stroked her flat belly with a touch of tenderness on the handsome face.

Jiang Ningbao's heart was sweet, and the corners of her brows were smiling: "Well, I believe you."

The two were chatting under the moon, and from time to time came Jiang Ningbao's pleasant laugh.

The guards in black not far from the main hospital were guarding the courtyard. Chunxi and Chunle looked at the two people who were embracing each other not far away. There was a touch of joy in their hearts. The grandpa and his wife had a good relationship. They Also happy.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Ningbao and Dingguo went back to the house to bathe and wash.

Sleep well all night.

The next day, Jiang Ningbao did not wake up until she slept. Through the gauze tent, she found a rosewood desk in the room, and Ding Guogong sat at the desk to approve the discount.

Jiang Ningbao opened the gauze tent and got out of bed. Her silk nightgown was slightly messy. She pulled up the nightgown and couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, why didn't you go to the western suburbs camp?"

Speaking of it, the Emperor Ding Guogong deliberately approved him not to face up because of his lingering evil spirit, but he had great power in his hands and many passes would pass through his hands.

The big camp in the western suburbs is where Dingguo's business is handled.

It now seems that Ding Guogong moved the place back to his house.

Ding Guogong put aside his wolf and got up and walked towards Jiang Ningbao. He took clean clothes for her and took it for granted. "You are pregnant, I will stay in the house with you."

Jiang Ningbao's heart was sweet: "Grandpa, I'm just pregnant, eating and sleeping well, you don't have to be like an enemy."

Dingguo Shen said, "I'm worried."

Jiang Ningbao: "..."

Dingguo summoned Chunxi and Chunle from outside to serve Jiang Ningbao for grooming, but he avoided it far away. After Jiang Ningbao's grooming was completed, his hair was pulled up, his white neck was exposed, and an emerald mule was inserted obliquely on the bun and his ear Put on a pair of delicate pearl earrings.

It looks elegant and charming, charming and touching.

Jiang Ningbao waved back Chunxi and Chunle, and walked towards Ding Guogong. Ding Guogong saw such a **** Ningbao, his eyes softened slightly.

"Nangbao, I called the kitchen and boiled the bird's nest chicken congee. You will eat more later."

Jiang Ningbao smiled and nodded.

After breakfast, Jiang Ningbao stayed on the ottoman in the room to read the storybook. Chunxi made a plate of soaked bayberry on the table, and there were some delicate snacks on the table.

Not far away, the Dingguo Gong is dealing with business.

There is harmony in the main courtyard, but the atmosphere in the Jinhua courtyard is quite depressed.

Yang Shuqing stayed in the room, looking at the beautiful and beautiful woman in the bronze mirror, her eyes turned red, and tears swirled in her eyes.

Last night, when she saw that Xie Jinglian was still indifferent as usual, she couldn't help but gave him medicine. The two had gone to the house, but this morning, Xie Jingzhen actually turned up in front of the people in the yard, and made a large room. Moved over.

She slaps her **** her face.

Yang Shuqing has gradually developed a bit of hatred for Xie Jinglian.

"Miss, your aunt is so kind to you. It's too much. It's not as good as King Qin's affection for you. How good would you be when you married King Qin?"

Qian Rong said indignantly.

"Yeah, King Qin also said that the side concubine is reserved for you." Clinique had already disliked Xie Jingyi, the aunt, after doing something early this morning.

Began to talk good for King Qin.

Yang Shuqing was shaken for a moment, yeah, if she chose to marry King Qin as the concubine at first, but thinking that Xie Jingyi would inherit the network and title of Ding Guogong in the future, she gritted her teeth and shook that point in her heart. erase.

She doesn't want to follow the same path of her life.

"Don't say anything, King Qin and I are just partners and haven't mixed any emotions." Yang Shuqing pursed her red lips and frowned.

Qian Rong and Clinique shut up.

But my heart was whispering, Miss is so stupid, they all know that King Qin had promised with Miss, if the Miss married him as a side concubine, after he ascended the throne, she would make Miss Huang the Royal Concubine, and set her son as Prince.

The movement of Jinhua Academy was relatively large. Xie Jingying was going to share a room with Yang Shuqing. Jiang Ningbao knew the news at noon and was stunned.

Quickly sent Xie Qi to find out why.

After Xie Qi came back to tell her, Jiang Ningbao couldn't say anything, and Yang Shuqing turned his back on Xie Jingyi's medicine. Gosh, this plot not only changed a lot, but also collapsed.

"Grandpa, what do you think of Yang Shuqing?" Jiang Ningbao told Dingguo about this, and his eyes were glaring at him.

Dingguo face paralyzed Jun face, his eyebrows beating, where does he know Yang Shuqing's thoughts.

Jiang Ningbao did not expect the Dingguo Guild to answer. She fluttered her eyes and stroked her abdomen. Suddenly, she paused with her hands, opened her eyes narrowly, and an incredible idea appeared in her mind.

"Grandfather Guo, do you think Yang Shuqing did not give him medicine for pregnant Jing's child?"

Dingguo heard his sword frown and said indifferently: "It is possible."

What kind of person an adopted son is, he knows better than Yang.

Yang's next touched the inverse scale of the adopted child.

Jiang Ningbao narrowed her eyes. If it was the reason she guessed, Yang Shuqing was playing with fire and self-immolation, looking for her own way of death. It seems that she has nothing to do and can pay more attention to the gossip of Jinhuayuan.

With the companion of Dingguo, Jiang Ningbao's days of raising a baby were quite leisurely. In addition to going to Rong Xirong and talking to Mrs. Xie, she just read a book for amusement.

Half a month passed.

The relationship between Yang Shuqing and Xie Jingluo was lowered to the freezing point because of a drug prescription. Yang Shuqing couldn't help writing a letter and complained to her Qin Wang, who complained a few times.

This incident can't be hidden from the eyes and ears of Jiang Ningbao, and Xie Jingzheng is also aware of it.

Jiang Ningbao calmly watched that the relationship between Xie Jingzheng and Yang Shuqing was getting worse and worse. This was simply the rhythm of dismantling officials, and she didn't mean to dismantle them.

During this period, Jiang Mingyao's wedding period was settled on the fifth day of next month and the draft began.

It is said that more than half of the school-age females in this draft were sick. Most of these females were prostitutes, and very few prostitutes. In order to escape the draft, they stubbornly made themselves ill.

The courtiers were uneasy, for fear that Dingguo was angry, and the emperor was angry. They did not expect so many ministers who thought the same, but rare Dingguo was not angry.

Jiang Ningbao shook his head silently.

When they knew the emperor's physical recovery, they knew what they had missed and had no time to regret it.

Recently, Jiang Ningbao fell in love with sweet and sour bayberry, and Mrs. Xie would send a basket of bayberry every day.

On this day, Jiang Ningbao was eating fresh bayberry, and Chunxi hurried in to sue.

"Ma'am, there is news from Jinhua Academy that Madam is pregnant."

Jiang Ningbao froze and calculated the date carefully. Yang Shuqing married the Dingguo government for more than a month. In this way, Yang Shuqing should have been pregnant that night.

Yang Shuqing had good luck.

Maybe this is a good time to repair the relationship between Yang Shuqing and Xie Jinglian.