Zhao Mian still remembered that last year during the Ghost Festival, when he agreed to accompany Wei Zhenfeng to kill his father, he made a silent wish, hoping that Wei Zhenfeng could witness the birth of their child. His wish has become a regret, but fortunately, he has the ability to fulfill Wei Zhenfeng's wish.
It was a pity for Wei Zhenfeng that she did not accompany Zhao Mian during his pregnancy and delivery. In order to make up for this regret, the newly restored Concubine Wei did a lot of messing around on the dragon bed.
The next day, Zhao Mian didn't have to go to court, so he slept a little longer than usual. When he opened his eyes, he was still sleepy. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he felt an unusual bulge on his lower abdomen with his hand.
He was very familiar with this arc. Zhao Mian thought he was dreaming and returned to his late pregnancy in the dream.
Then, Wei Zhenfeng's voice rang in his ears: "Awake?"
Zhao Mian instinctively reached out for a hug, and Wei Zhenfeng also held him in his arms very attentively. But no matter how close he tried, he couldn't get completely close to Wei Zhenfeng - a strange thing blocked them.
Zhao Mian touched the thing carefully, and immediately lost all sleepiness. He sat up suddenly and looked at his bulging belly in disbelief. At this moment, he thought that the story of time travel that his father had told him before really happened to him.
Wei Zhenfeng, who was standing by, admired his masterpiece with a sparkle in his eyes: "Your Majesty looks like this during pregnancy. So beautiful."
Zhao Mian, who had regained consciousness, quickly calmed down and asked the culprit: "Can you explain?"
"I stuffed something under your pajamas." Wei Zhenfeng looked at him with a smile, "Zhao Mian, let's recreate your pregnancy time."
Zhao Mian was silent for a long time, and said sincerely: "Concubine Wei, I want Bai Yu to show you his brain, okay?"
Wei Zhenfeng ignored his sarcasm, came over unexpectedly and kissed him hard on the lips.
Zhao Mian knew that Wei Zhenfeng had many tricks, but he never thought that Wei Zhenfeng would dare to play like this. Was it because he relied on the fact that his Jinghong Sword was not placed beside the bed
The fake pregnancy seemed more shameful than the real one. Zhao Mian wanted to push Wei Zhenfeng away, but she couldn't refuse Wei Zhenfeng's kiss at all.
One month after Wei Zhenfeng returned to his side, the four "正" characters and one "一" on the secret memorial had become seven "正" characters and one "一". If Wei Zhenfeng had not been concerned about his health, this number would have risen even higher.
Wei Zhenfeng's skills, which were a little rusty due to the long separation, made rapid progress in the three extra "positives". She lingered on him with her lips and refused to let him go with her hands.
He felt so comfortable being served by Wei Zhenfeng that his eyes gradually became blurred, and he even forgot to take off the ridiculous thing from his stomach.
After receiving the response, Wei Zhenfeng also lost control a little, and almost pressed his whole body on Zhao Mian. When he touched Zhao Mian's "belly", he remembered what he was playing with Zhao Mian.
Wei Zhenfeng immediately held up his body and said in fear, "It was a close call. I almost crushed the baby."
Zhao Mian hadn't been kissed enough, and frowned: "You can't suppress him, continue."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his eyebrows: "How can you, as a father, not care about your baby at all?"
"Can you please stop acting, Wei Zhenfeng?" Zhao Mian urged, panting softly, "Hurry up."
No matter how strong Wei Zhenfeng was in front of others, as long as he was next to Zhao Mian, he would try his best to restrain his youthful arrogance. When two people of the same age, of the same noble status, and of the same arrogance were together, one of them had to be a little more restrained, otherwise the two would kneel to each other eight hundred times a day.
Wei Zhenfeng was willing to be in Zhao Mian's hands and bow down to him - only under the bed. Once he got into bed with Zhao Mian, he would become uncontrollably strong, saying things that would make Zhao Mian so ashamed that he wanted to draw his sword, and then forcing Zhao Mian to reveal his true feelings in confusion.
This is his unique side in love.
Wei Zhenfeng laughed and taunted Zhao Mian in his ear: "So, all you think about is sleeping with men, Your Majesty?"
The words were contemptuous and humiliating, and the last two words "Your Majesty" made Zhao Mian's mind, which was clouded by lust, regain clarity for a short time: "How dare you!"
"I'm being presumptuous? Didn't Your Majesty beg me to hurry up?"
The young emperor's eyes darkened and his brows furrowed, revealing an arrogant look. Just as he was about to explode, Wei Zhenfeng suddenly took the next step without warning, and Zhao Mian no longer had the heart to scold him.
A night of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the king enjoys the service of his favorite concubine wholeheartedly.
At the most critical moment, Zhao Mian's voice could no longer be suppressed and was heard by Wei Zhenfeng. He ignored Wei Zhenfeng's attempts to retain him and bravely retreated in the rapids.
Zhao Mian fell heavily from the peak, his eyes wide open, filled with tears.
The sudden sense of emptiness almost made Zhao Mian's mind collapse. Wei Zhenfeng's acting skills were too good, and his methods were too cruel. He... couldn't resist.
"From the side," said the resigned monarch eagerly, "that way he won't be hurt."
Wei Zhenfeng wanted to eat alive the beautiful emperor who was only willing to show weakness in bed. He came to Zhao Mian's side as if obeying an imperial decree and asked, "Mian Mian, when you were pregnant with Fan Fan, did you imagine yourself being fucked by me on this dragon bed at night?"
The young man's voice was low and deep, with a smile that encouraged him to answer. Zhao Mian's voice trembled slightly: "... Yes."
He really would, he thought.
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, "How did you imagine it? Is it like it is now?"
"I thought about it a lot." Zhao Mian admitted desperately, "I thought you would kiss me while doing it..."
Zhao Mian couldn't even utter the last word "I" even though he was so absorbed in love. But this was enough for Wei Zhenfeng. The young man was so excited that he couldn't suppress it and kissed Zhao Mian's lips again.
It was not until the sun was high in the sky that the dragon bed's curtains finally calmed down. The soft pillow was finally pulled out, and Zhao Mian's belly became flat again, but he felt that it was more bloated than before.
Wei Zhenfeng hugged Zhao Mian from behind, and put his hands around Zhao Mian's lower abdomen from both sides of his waist, stroking it again and again. Zhao Mian had no strength in his body, and let him toss and turn in a drowsy state.
Wei Zhenfeng kissed his hair and whispered, "I really want to know what it felt like to touch Fanfan when she was in your belly."
Zhao Mian half-squinted his eyes: "You have touched it."
"Yes," Wei Zhenfeng smiled, "Thank you for letting me touch you then."
Zhao Mian turned around, found a comfortable position in Wei Zhenfeng's arms and closed his eyes: "Who told me that I always wanted you to touch my belly..."
Zhao Mian fell asleep and took a nap. Wei Zhenfeng called Jiang Dehai familiarly and asked him to prepare contraceptive soup.
Jiang Dehai saw Wei Zhenfeng holding a soft pillow in his hand and asked, "Your Majesty, what is this...?"
Wei Zhenfeng looked down at the object in his hand: "Oh, this." He said half-truthfully, "I was just playing a game of pretending to be pregnant with His Majesty."
Jiang Dehai didn't know how to react for a moment: "This..." The knowledgeable old eunuch laughed dryly and flattered: "This can be regarded as making up for the regrets of the prince and His Majesty - the prince is wise."
Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile: "Eunuch is old, but still quite naive."
Jiang Dehai was puzzled: "Prince?"
Wei Zhenfeng looked back at the vague figure behind the veil, his expression restrained, and said in a calm voice: "Regret is like a one-foot-long hammer, which is reduced by half every day and will never run out for eternity."
No matter how much time passes, he can't get over the fact that he didn't accompany Zhao Mian to give birth to the child.
Jiang Dehai and Wei Zhenfeng have been in contact for a long time, and gradually he has come to understand people better.
This Concubine Wei seems to be casual, free and open-minded, but in fact she is deep-minded. She understands all the thoughts that your majesty does not want to express out loud.
Jiang Dehai asked: "If that's the case, why did the prince do this?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "I just want to have fun with him and make him happy."
Jiang Dehai looked at the energetic young man in front of him, then looked at His Majesty who was sleeping on the bed, and thought that it seemed that Your Majesty was happier after playing this game.
Of course, after Zhao Mian woke up, he quickly got back on his feet. Jiang Dehai and the people in Yongning Palace would never know how many nights Concubine Wei had to kneel at the head of the bed as punishment by His Majesty.
(End of this chapter)