Chapter 4307

Zhuang Xiaoyu kept silent, she was speechless, her throat was thirsty, silence was her only answer at this moment.

The man smiled sullenly, picked up the cooled water bottle on the table, took a sip to his mouth, covered it to make it warm, put it into her mouth, moistened her throat, and stroked her cheeks with rough palms. With a small face, he asked her again: "Are you tired?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu rubbed her head against his palm and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm tired, I'm going to die."

Qin Wuyan smiled sullenly, stretched out his palms to her waist, hugged her whole body, and put her on the bed, "I have a sense of proportion, I wouldn't be willing to let you die."

Zhuang Xiaoyu rested for a while, only felt that the quilt was much more comfortable and soft than the hard white jade chessboard, and regained a bit of strength: "You are a priest now, what kind of woman do you want?"

Qin Wuyan bit her earlobe: "You are right, as long as I want, there are indeed all kinds of women who will be washed and sent to me.

But I have never been interested in those people, and I feel that if I do that, it will be too dirty..."

He rubbed the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's head, his voice was hoarse and dull, "Xiaoyu, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape from your palm in my life.

You tell me, what should I do? "

Zhuang Xiaoyu was tired and tired, extremely sleepy, his eyelids were battling, and his brain became much duller, as if it had turned into a ball of dough, letting him knead it, groggy, too lazy to think about the meaning of his long string of words.

Qin Wuyan didn't wait for an answer, then looked down and found that Zhuang Xiaoyu had already fallen asleep, he sighed, he could only cover the quilt, hugged her and closed his eyes...

On the second day, after the rain, the sky cleared and the sky was blue.

The window of the bedroom was not closed, and the nanny who got up early was sweeping the yard, and glanced inadvertently, only to see that the inside was a mess, and a faint smell wafted from the bedroom.

She was startled, and quickly closed the window from the outside, pinched her fingers to count the days, went back to her room and checked the palace watch, hoping that Zhuang Xiaoyu would be pregnant this time...

The uncle is clearly extremely brave, and he loves the young lady so much, why is the young lady not pregnant for so long?

The wet nurse stared at the Qing palace table for a while, thinking that it would be better to find Xue Zhong, who is a master of gynecology, who can best regulate the body, and the eldest lady's long-term infertility must not trouble him...

When the eldest daughter gives birth to a son and a half daughter, the status in this mansion will be stable. A man's love for a woman can be temporary, but not necessarily forever. Only children are the reliance and guarantee for the rest of his life... .

No matter who she is carried into the priest's mansion in the future, it is impossible to pass the eldest lady...

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Qin Wuyan always woke up, the sound outside was a little louder, he opened his eyes, opened the gauze curtain and looked at the mess on the table, Qin Wuyan turned his head to look at the person lying beside him, sat up with his arms propped up, Get out of bed quietly.

After he went to the ear room to freshen up, he glanced at the scattered clothes and chess pieces on the floor and on the table, smiled faintly, and walked out of the bedroom lightly.

Seeing Yu Sui and the wet nurse guarding the door, she warned: "If Missy doesn't wake up, you don't need to go in, don't disturb Missy's rest."

The wet nurse and Yu Sui had no choice but to go along with their own affairs.

It was almost noon when Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up.

She opened her eyes, only to feel that her throat was still very thirsty, as if it was on fire, her whole body was sore, and her body was extremely sticky and greasy.

She sat up with her arms propped up and saw that the clothes on her body were torn. She lifted the gauze curtain and was about to get out of bed when she saw the chess pieces scattered all over the floor and the white jade chessboard that was about to fall from the table.