As for whether or not to have another child, Qin Zhao and Jing Li's attitude has always been to let nature take its course, without forcing it or deliberately avoiding it.
But after so many years, Jing Li still hasn't had a child, which shows that this is not an easy thing to do.
Originally Jing Li didn't care about these things, but for some reason, ever since Qin Zhao made that joke that day, he always thought about this.
This thought was like the small seeds planted by the little fish, sprouting in my heart one after another, out of control.
But Jing Li had no idea what to do.
He is fundamentally different from Shuang'er of this era. In fact, he hasn't even figured out when and how he got pregnant last time.
The only thing we can do is to make a silent wish in our hearts, and…
Come more times
Jing Li secretly glanced at Qin Zhao who was carefully sorting out documents.
It was already late at night, but today Scholar Song had sent Qin Zhao a lot of documents that needed to be sorted out, so Qin Zhao was still working overtime.
The other party sat upright, looking so serious and meticulous.
He was thinking about these nonsense...
Jing Li withdrew his gaze, and his ears felt inexplicably hot.
"Daddy, I'm done!" The kid in his arms tugged at his sleeve and showed him the stick drawing he had just finished.
On the rice paper were two small fish, one large and one small. Little Fish had not yet learned to draw systematically, but Jing Li occasionally taught him to draw in his spare time. However, after drawing for the first time, he was able to depict the details very accurately, and the picture was simple but lifelike.
As expected, he inherited Qin Zhao's smart genes.
"You've made progress compared to the last time." Jing Li praised, "I'll give you some crispy candy as a reward tomorrow."
Little Fish: "Okay!"
Someone knocked on the door, and Ah Qi pushed it open and walked in: "Madam, it's time for the young master to go to bed."
The little fish's smile froze on his face.
He threw away what was in his hand and dived into Jing Li's arms without saying a word.
Since moving back to Beijing, Qin Zhao had prepared a room for Xiao Yuzai, intending for him to learn to sleep by himself. He said that he thought Xiao Yuzai had reached the age to learn to be independent, but in fact he felt that the little guy was a nuisance.
Little Fish was already old enough to remember things, so Qin Zhao and Jing Li didn't dare to get too close to him, and they had to hide everything they did.
No one can stand it for a long time.
But the little fish doesn't care about that.
He has been sleeping with Jing Li since he was born. It’s okay for him to be “kicked out” of the room once or twice, but he certainly can’t accept sleeping alone for a long time.
The kid is very smart now. Relying on his father's pampering, whenever Ah Qi comes to pick him up, he will snuggle into Jing Li's arms, call him "Daddy" softly, and then squeeze out a few tears with grievance, and Jing Li will definitely soften his heart.
Because of this, the room-separating plan was implemented for a month, and the little fish cubs rarely went back to their own rooms to sleep.
Tonight, the little fish was also unwilling to compromise.
He buried his face in Jing Li's arms, grabbing the front of Jing Li's clothes with his little hands, protesting silently.
"You're acting like a spoiled child again." Qin Zhao put down the brush in his hand, a little helpless, "Fish, what did you promise me the day before yesterday?"
The little fish glanced at him quietly and said pitifully: "I want to sleep with daddy..."
The kid has grown up a bit over the years, his face is delicate and pink, chubby, and cute no matter how you look at him. Jing Li was about to compromise, but suddenly remembered his little thoughts and said, "No."
Even the little fish was stunned.
Jing Li pulled the kid out of his arms, his attitude was unusually firm: "Fish, didn't you promise Daddy two days ago that you would sleep alone for the rest of this month? How can a man go back on his word?"
The kid blinked his eyes and even forgot to continue pretending to be pitiful.
Jing Li did not give him a chance to struggle and resolutely let Ah Qi take the child away, even promising him half a bag of candied fruit as a temptation. The kid finally wavered in the face of the snacks and obediently followed Uncle Ah Qi away.
After sending the kid away, Jing Li closed the door, only to see Qin Zhao looking up at him.
"What are you looking at me doing?" Jing Li asked.
"I was wondering what tricks you were up to today." Qin Zhao smiled, "You wouldn't be so decisive in the past. What do you want to tell me?"
Jing Li: “…”
Qin Zhao's understanding of him has reached a terrifying level.
Jing Li said seriously: "No, I just want the little fish to learn to be independent. I can't always spoil him. That's what you said."
Qin Zhao seemed to be thinking about something.
Jing Li felt guilty when he looked at her, so he changed the subject: "It's already very late, aren't you going to bed yet?"
"I want to study this document further." Qin Zhao said, "Take a rest first, I may be late."
Jing Li said "Oh".
Qin Zhao heard the disappointment in his voice and asked, "You really don't have anything to say to me?"
"No!" Jing Li said decisively, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a shower first!"
The bathtub was filled with steam. Jing Li, with half of his face immersed in the water, sighed heavily.
What to do? He had no idea how to talk to Qin Zhao.
If it were in the past, Jing Li would not have needed to worry so much, but these days were a little special. Qin Zhao had just submitted a memorial on the reform of the civil service system to the emperor last month. This kind of reform was a big deal and it would be difficult to complete it in a year or two. Qin Zhao had been busy reading various documents and historical materials all day recently. It was a busy time.
They haven't had any physical contact for several days.
But on this day Jingli wanted to have a baby so much.
If not... how can I have a baby
The fish are so worried.
Jing Li hugged his knees and slid into the water, leaning against the bottom of the bathtub, curled up into a small ball in sorrow.
This was the scene Qin Zhao saw when he walked in.
Qin Zhao: “…”
Jing Li saw him come in and quickly floated up: "Why are you here?"
"You've been in there for half an hour. I came in to see if you've drowned." Qin Zhao squatted beside the bathtub and brushed his wet hair behind his ears. "What are you doing in there?"
“No, I wasn’t dazed.” Jing Li looked away, “I just fell asleep accidentally!”
Because Xiao Hulang is a fish, Qin Zhao likes to be intimate with him in the bathing pool, so Qin Zhao specially asked someone to modify the bathing pool. There is running water in the bathing pool, and there is a stove underneath. As long as the stove is lit, the water temperature in the pool can be kept constant.
Jing Li has fallen asleep in the water more than once.
But... I don't look like I'm asleep today.
Qin Zhao wiped the water stains on Jing Li's eyelashes and did not expose the young man's lie.
He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Now that summer has arrived, Qin Zhao only wears a single piece of clothing with a slightly open collar, revealing his fair and tight chest. After returning to the capital, Qin Zhao did not forget his habit of jogging in the morning, and even picked up martial arts that he had not practiced for many years. After more than a year of exercise, the initial results were achieved, and the sickly boy was finally no longer as thin as before.
A thin layer of muscle was attached to the skin, and the lines were smooth but not exaggerated. Jing Li couldn't help swallowing when he saw it.
Jing Li's cheeks were reddened by the warm steam. He didn't dare to continue watching and said hurriedly, "I'm done. I'll go back to the house first."
Just as he was about to get up, he was pulled back by someone.
"Do you want to go back like this?" Qin Zhao's eyes moved meaningfully.
Jing Li realized what he was referring to later: "..."
Help.
Why does just a glance turn out like this
There is no future!!!
Jing Li broke away from Qin Zhao's hand, silently hugged his knees and returned to the bottom of the water, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself there. After a while, the water moved slightly and the man entered the water.
"I really can't do anything with you." Qin Zhao pulled him out of the water, lowered his head and gave him a wet kiss, "Why don't you just say what you want? Do you want to use your husband as a decoration?"
He wasn't, he didn't, and he really didn't know why it was like this.
There was a constant sound of water in the bathtub, and Jing Li hugged Qin Zhao's neck in despair.
No matter what... he achieved his goal.
After that day, Qin Zhao realized that he had wronged his husband because of his busy work, and he would deliberately set aside time to spend time with Jing Li every day. But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Qin Zhao always felt that his husband's reaction was a little... too enthusiastic.
He moves when he is teased, and his waist goes weak when he is touched, as if they have returned to the time when they first got together.
However, Jing Li was in good health as usual, so Qin Zhao didn't take it too seriously.
It was not until after the beginning of autumn that the current emperor finally had some free time and officially put helping Qin Zhao prepare for his wedding on the agenda.
This was the first time that His Majesty was helping someone prepare for a wedding, and he not only did everything himself, but also asked Jing Li for his opinion on every aspect, from the process to the venue layout, from the guests to the wedding dresses.
He understood his former teacher's thoughts very well. As long as Jing Li was satisfied with the wedding, Qin Zhao would naturally be satisfied.
It was just a hassle that Jing Li felt a little overwhelmed.
During this period, the emperor would call Jing Li into the palace after court, and chat with him all afternoon. Just for the materials of the wedding dress, he would make dozens of them for Jing Li to choose from. Jing Li looked at the pile of bright red materials that looked exactly the same, and he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.
On this day, when Jing Li finished his discussion with the emperor and was sent out of the palace with a dizzy head, the sun was about to set.
Today, Xiao Yue came to discuss something with His Majesty, so he and Jing Li went out of the palace together. As soon as they walked out of the palace, they saw a familiar figure standing under a tree not far away. Qin Zhao stood straight with his hands behind his back, with no expression on his face.
When they came out, Qin Zhao cast a faint glance over here and first looked at Xiao Yue who was walking in front.
Jing Li clearly felt that the Great General of National Defense paused.
Qin Zhao's gaze remained on Xiao Yue for only a moment, then returned to Jing Li, his eyes softening.
He took two steps forward, walked straight past Xiao Yue, and asked in a low voice: "You finally came out, why did you stay so long?"
Jing Li was also helpless: "Ah Xuan asked me to choose the artist for the invitations, and I found more than a hundred people."
He had always had difficulty making choices, and these recent events had tortured him enough. Jing Li took a deep breath, and thought about how he had looked at so many different styles of invitations in the afternoon. He felt a tightness in his chest, and even felt like vomiting.
"No wonder you look so bad." Qin Zhao took Jing Li's hand, his tone already somewhat unhappy, "I will go tell him tomorrow and tell him to come to me if he has any problems, and not to bother you with these things anymore."
Jing Li did not answer. Xiao Yue felt that he had no choice but to say a few words on behalf of the little emperor: "Your Majesty is also worried about us. Besides, it's just asking your husband to pick out a few items. It's not a big deal. How can your husband be so weak—"
Before he could finish his words, Jing Li finally couldn't help the churning in his stomach, so he quickly walked under the tree, bent down and vomited.
Xiao Yue felt that Qin Zhao's gaze suddenly dropped to freezing point.