Zhuang Xiaoyu caressed her belly, "I don't know who this child will look like when he is born, but it's best to look like you, handsome and extremely intelligent."

There was a trace of trance in Qin Wuyan's eyes: "Xiao Yu, will you love this child very much?"

"Of course." Zhuang Xiaoyu's face was full of certainty for granted: "This is my child, how could I not love him?"

Feeling the movement of the child in her belly, Zhuang Xiaoyu murmured, "This child is more important than my life."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, full of joy after suffering and the joy of the rest of his life.

As long as it's important, at least she won't think about getting rid of the child.

Qin Wuyan seemed to be given a reassurance by Zhuang Xiaoyu.

For several days, Qin Wuyan stayed in Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom. The wound on the man's body recovered slowly. Zhuang Xiaoyu was still the same as before, gentle as water during the day, but fell asleep at night, but like sleepwalking, smashing the bedroom, thinking To kill, and the strength is amazing.

Every night, there was too much commotion in the house, except for Qin Wuyan, the servants, women and girls, no one dared to come and serve Zhuang Xiaoyu who went crazy in the middle of the night.

Qin Wuyan was exhausted physically and mentally. He was so exhausted every night after making such a fuss. His body was getting thinner and thinner, but fortunately, he was still in good spirits.

When Zhuang Qingyun came to look for Zhuang Xiaoyu with the brochure, Zhuang Xiaoyu was eating white fungus pear soup with a good appetite, her cheeks became rounder, her belly was obviously swollen, and she walked with her back supported. It was not too convenient for her to move around. It's all done with care.

Ever since the last time he tried hard to persuade Qin Wuyan to move out to live in to no avail, although Zhuang Qingyun knew what happened in Zhuang Xiaoyu's courtyard, he didn't bother to interfere with it anymore, and just arranged for the witch doctor to live in a side room so as not to Qin Wuyan died here.

"These are the procedures when the high priest ascended the throne, and now the saint..." Zhuang Qingyun raised his eyes and glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyu, then changed the topic, "I will leave the matter of lighting the holy fire to me, and wait until the high priest walks on the roof After reaching the highest point, Madam will walk over, and the coronation ceremony will be completed."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingyun took another booklet and handed it to her: "This is the costume when I was enthroned. At that time, in the late spring and early summer, my wife should have given birth to Lin'er. The clothes were made, and the size can be adjusted a little.

If Madam has any other requirements, you can just say so, and when that day comes, I will try my best to satisfy..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was not very interested in these ceremonies, so he returned the booklet in his hand to Zhuang Qingyun: "There are no other requirements, you can make the decision."

Zhuang Qingyun picked up the brochure and was about to go out, but was stopped by Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Brother Qingyun, do you have any opinion on me?"

A woman's intuition is terrible, even though Zhuang Qingyun has always been polite and polite, Zhuang Xiaoyu easily captured the alienation in his bones.

Zhuang Qingyun repeatedly denied: "How can a lowly official have any opinion on Madam, Madam, don't think wildly."

Zhuang Xiaoyu paused, and felt that he might really be thinking too much, sighed, and put his chin on his palm, "I don't know why, I always feel that you and Ah Yan seem to have something to hide from me, or it may be When I was pregnant, I thought too much."

Zhuang Qingyun: "..."

Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that he would express his dissatisfaction with Zhuang Xiaoyu, so he quickly got up and left with the booklet.

The eldest lady is just a patient suffering from insanity now, why should he bother with a patient so much?