The time they spent apart was too long, so the time they spent together seemed extremely precious. Every moment he spent with Wei Zhenfeng should not be wasted on being angry. He could save his anger for later when Wei Zhenfeng had accomplished something great, and then slowly vent it.
More importantly, being angry is harmful to the body. For himself and his children, he should keep a good mood.
Although this is really difficult for an emperor in the early stages of pregnancy.
After becoming pregnant, Zhao Mian became easily irritable, and the seventh month in Beijing was particularly difficult to endure. What made him even more worried was that it would not be long before his belly was obvious, and then how would he face the civil and military officials in the court
Zhou Huairang came up with a brilliant plan. He and Shen Buci spread rumors everywhere in the palace, telling everyone that His Majesty had a good appetite recently and ate five bowls of rice at every meal, so if you think His Majesty has gained weight, please don't be surprised, because if you eat five bowls of rice, you will also gain weight.
It must be said that this "clever plan" sounds outrageous, but at least the logic is sound. Zhao Mian scolded Zhou Huairang and then asked him to change the five bowls of rice to two and a half bowls.
On this day, Zhao Mian had been busy in the Qinzheng Palace for half a day. He wanted to go back to the Yongning Palace to have dinner with Wei Zhenfeng, but unexpectedly, Wei Zhenfeng dragged his half-crippled body to the Qinzheng Palace to find him.
Under Bai Yu's careful care, Wei Zhenfeng was finally able to get out of bed and move around, but he coughed three times every five steps, looking like a weak and sick young man who couldn't take care of himself. The short distance from Yongning Palace to Qinzheng Palace made him pale and his lips lost color.
Bai Yu said that Wei Zhenfeng still needed to rest for ten days or half a month before he could barely recover. Seeing Wei Zhenfeng committing suicide, Zhao Mian couldn't help but say, "Don't you know your own body? Why are you running around?"
"I am like this because of the heat, okay." Wei Zhenfeng said weakly, "It's too hot in the capital, I can't stand it."
Zhao Mian didn't like others saying bad things about his hometown, even if it was Wei Zhenfeng: "It's like this in Shangjing. If you don't like it, go back to Beiyuan." After saying that, he ordered the eunuch to serve the meal to the Qinzheng Palace.
Wei Zhenfeng knew Zhao Mian was in a bad mood when he heard his tone, and said with a smile: "I can't go back like this now. Don't think about getting rid of me until I am full of energy again."
Wei Zhenfeng's smile made Zhao Mian feel uncomfortable: "Am I losing my temper again?"
"No way, is this considered losing your temper?" Wei Zhenfeng said half-truthfully, "To be honest, in my eyes, even if you draw your sword in anger at me, I would still think you are flirting with me."
Zhao Mian took a deep breath and said, "I can't be angry. Being angry is not good for anyone." He didn't want to be weak and have a difficult childbirth half a year later. "Think of a way to make me happy."
Wei Zhenfeng had contributed greatly to his becoming so irritable. Even if Wei Zhenfeng could be unaware of his pregnancy and focus on other things, he still had to serve her.
"Okay, let me think about it." Wei Zhenfeng thought deeply for a while, then suddenly leaned over and kissed Zhao Mian on the forehead.
Zhao Mian's expression eased a little: "Yes, I am a little happier."
Wei Zhenfeng chuckled and lowered his head to continue kissing him.
One kiss after another landed on the corners of his eyes, cheeks, lips... carrying the scent that he was most familiar with and loved, mixed with a faint scent of medicine.
The young emperor enjoyed such a tender kiss very much, until Wei Zhenfeng's lips came to his collarbone and sucked hard, he realized that the Beiyuan man who served him had ulterior motives, and his tenderness was fake, but his lust was real.
Zhao Mian was concerned about the wound on Wei Zhenfeng's chest, so he didn't dare to push him away. He had to lean back on the dragon chair and asked, "What do you want?"
"Licking you," Wei Zhenfeng said, "Don't you like this?"
"Are you serious?" Zhao Mian looked at Wei Zhenfeng's thinner face, "You are like this now?"
"I can't count on you anymore, ahem, but I still have you." Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "Remember when we were in the underground palace? You were fine even when I was unconscious. At least I am awake now."
Zhao Mian lost his expression: "Can it be the same? We would die if we didn't do it then, will you die now?"
"I won't die if I don't do it," Wei Zhenfeng said very honestly, "but I will be very happy if I do it."
Zhao Mian had no way of refutation at all.
Nonsense, of course they would be very happy. It’s been a long time since they last slept in the same bed.
Having a child doesn't mean he no longer has desires. On the contrary, his body seems to be more sensitive than before. He almost couldn't resist a kiss on his neck from Wei Zhenfeng.
But neither he nor Wei Zhenfeng were fit to indulge themselves like they did three months ago. Moreover, his belly was already showing signs of a slight bulge. If Wei Zhenfeng found out, he didn't know if he could fool Wei Zhenfeng by saying he ate two and a half bowls of rice per meal.
It’s hard to say, Wei Zhenfeng’s eyes are very sharp.
Zhao Mian imagined the scene of Wei Zhenfeng interrogating him on the bed about what was wrong with his stomach, and the restlessness in his body immediately subsided by more than half: "I am very busy." He was afraid that Wei Zhenfeng would not believe him, and pointed to the pile of memorials beside him, "These are what I want to see this afternoon."
Wei Zhenfeng was quite disappointed, but he would not disturb Zhao Mian: "Okay, then I will wait for you in the palace tonight."
In order to avoid Wei Zhenfeng's advances, Zhao Mian went to Yonghua Palace to have dinner with his father and the emperor. When his father heard that he had a good appetite recently, he thought it was due to the busy government affairs, so he gave him more rice with a distressed look, forcing him to eat two and a half bowls.
After dinner, Zhao Mian played with the little princess for a long time. When he returned to Yongning Palace, he thought that Wei Zhenfeng would be asleep soon. But when he walked into the inner hall, he saw a handsome young man in a gorgeous dress lying half-lying on his dragon couch, bored and reading a military book.
Seeing him coming, the young man stood up and smiled at him, with the two teardrop moles under his eyes slightly raised: "You're back."
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng had obviously come prepared, she was wearing the gorgeous clothes he had given her, and her long hair was no longer casually let down like when she was recuperating from illness, but was tied up with an exquisite jade crown, her intention to please men with her beauty was obvious.
This was something Wei Zhenfeng brought upon himself, so he can't be blamed.
When the young emperor, who had been on the throne for only a few days, issued orders, his demeanor was even more impressive than when he was the crown prince. If it were someone else, they would probably be suffocated by his pressure, but Wei Zhenfeng loved him like this.
Wei Zhenfeng said: "I will obey the emperor's order."
The young man's face lost its usual casualness and became fanatical. He untied the jade belt around his waist and slowly took off his long clothes, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Mian from beginning to end, as if he was not taking off his own clothes, but the dragon robe on Zhao Mian.
As Zhao Mian watched the body gradually unfold before his eyes, his eyes gradually dimmed and his left hand unconsciously covered his lower abdomen.
It's okay, he knows that after three months of pregnancy, it's okay to have sex appropriately. But he has to decide what is appropriate.
The last nightgown was taken off, and the white cloth wrapped around the young man's chest made Zhao Mian hesitate. Wei Zhenfeng saw his hesitation and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it too late for you to regret now?"
Zhao Mian was full of vigor: "I said I regret it?"
Wei Zhenfeng just smiled and said, "That's good."
After doing all this, Wei Zhenfeng obeyed the emperor's order and lay flat on the dragon bed.
Zhao Mian was not in a hurry to favor the young man on the bed, but first extinguished all the palace lanterns in the bedroom.
In the past, they always made love when the full moon was high in the sky, but today, there was no moonlight at all. When the lights in the bedroom went out, the inner hall was plunged into darkness, and one could not even see one's fingers when stretching out one's hand.
Wei Zhenfeng's laughter came from the darkness: "Why, you don't want me to see you."
Wei Zhenfeng was right about what he said casually.
Zhao Mian said calmly: "I don't want to see your injuries. I feel uncomfortable if I see them."
This statement was well-reasoned and convincing. Wei Zhenfeng did not doubt it, but apologized to Zhao Mian: "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, and I won't get hurt again in the future."
Zhao Mian walked slowly to the bed and sat down, raising his hand to pull off the hairband he used to tie his hair: "Give me your hand."
Wei Zhenfeng stretched out his hands obediently. He felt Zhao Mian wrapping something around his wrists and asked in surprise, "You want to tie me up?"
"Um."
Wei Zhenfeng was quiet for a long while, and said quietly: "I thought I was the only one watching Feng Yue Tan, but I didn't expect you to also..."
"Don't think too much." Zhao Mian tied a knot on Wei Zhenfeng's hand, "I am doing this to prevent you from losing control."
Wei Zhenfeng sneered: "That's not necessary, my concentration is not that bad."
"Really?" Zhao Mian said lightly, "I still remember that time in the underground palace. I was in control and didn't affect your injury. But what did you do after you woke up? Do you remember? You deserve to stay in bed for three more days."
"Remember." Wei Zhenfeng said honestly, "Your Majesty, please tie it tighter for me."
Zhao Mian smiled with satisfaction.
There are always more solutions than problems. In this way, Wei Zhenfeng can't see that he has gained weight, nor can he feel that his belly is big. He can't do anything aggressive even if he wants to. Everything is under his control.
Afterwards, Wei Zhenfeng heard all sorts of subtle sounds, but could not see anything. The less he could see, the more he could not help imagining what kind of beautiful scenery he had missed.
First there was the crisp sound of jade, probably Zhao Mian taking off the ring around his waist; then there was the rustling sound of cloth, Zhao Mian began to take off his clothes; then there was the sound of a drawer being opened, followed by a "pop" sound, which was the sound of a bottle cork being opened.
The temperature in the bedroom rose rapidly. Wei Zhenfeng's Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he was sweating all over. "Do you want me to help you prepare?"
"No need." Zhao Mian would not give Wei Zhenfeng the chance to touch his belly, "It's not like I haven't done this myself."
Wei Zhenfeng sighed: "This is too tiring."
Zhao Mian sneered and said, "Do you know how I felt when I was blindfolded and kidnapped by an assassin last time?"
Wei Zhenfeng was worn out of his sanity, but Zhao Mian was still sober. He always remembered the child in his belly and Wei Zhenfeng's injury, so his movements were even gentler and slower than the last time in the desert palace.
Wei Zhenfeng let out a low sigh: "Mianmian..."
Zhao Mian frowned slightly: "Hmm?"
Wei Zhenfeng said uncertainly: "You seem to be a little different inside than before."
Zhao Mian: “…”
(End of this chapter)