Shen Qianyu often said that he had a clumsy temper and a poor tongue, but Song Wan felt that he was the best love talker in the world.
Although there were no words of love or affection, those words could always easily make her moved.
"Wan'er?"
"I am here."
"That famous artist's painting... how about we look at it together?"
“……”
Song Wan was silent for a moment and couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you don't answer, I'll treat it as if you did."
Shen Qianyu picked him up sideways, and they both fell into the soft and fragrant quilt.
The center of the house is melting to the bone, the hair is tangled, the rain is pouring down outside, and the thunder is booming.
At the end of the night, Song Wan suddenly woke up from Shen Qianyu's arms.
The man slept very uneasily, bending his legs from time to time, as if he was uneasy. While struggling, he would frown tightly as if he was in severe pain.
Song Wan listened to the thunderstorm outside and felt sorry for him.
She put on her broad robe and went down to the ground. She called the night watchman to fry some coarse salt mixed with medicine and carefully tied it to his leg.
"Wan'er..."
The hot touch made him wake up instantly. Shen Qianyu sat up and said, "Am I disturbing you?"
"No, I was woken up by thunder."
Song Wan continued to take out the hot soft bag in his hand and placed it on the wound on Shen Qianyu's lower back through his clothes.
After the Battle of Suhe, he received new injuries, which seemed to bring back all the illnesses from the past.
Knowing that he had hurt his foundation, Song Wan didn't want to worry him with a worried expression.
"You sleep a little longer."
Shen Qianyu shook his head: "I will accompany you."
The bed exuded the aroma of painkillers, and Shen Qianyu always felt itching all over his body on rainy nights like this, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
"The husband is sleeping with his baby in his arms."
Taking off his broad robe, Song Wan returned to his arms.
The man's chest temperature was frighteningly high, but his injured legs were cold. Song Wan moved closer and slowly closed his eyes.
The thunderstorm was still roaring outside, but the two people inside the house seemed not to hear it and slept peacefully.
Early the next morning, the coarse salt bag on his body had already cooled down. Shen Qianyu gently kicked it out of the quilt and held Xin Yuanyima in his arms.
He was never satisfied when Song Wan was by his side, especially at times like this.
I don't know if it was because his gaze was too hot, but Song Wan opened his sleepy eyes and saw Shen Qianyu's eyes sparkling with desire.
"I'm tired."
Pushing the person away with a smile, Shen Qianyu said: "The harem is cold, is it time to add a little princess?"
"I want a little girl as cute as a baby girl."
"It would be best if the facial features, eyes, and temperament are like Wan'er's, so that I can make up for the regret of never seeing Wan'er grow up."
Song Wan heard the words and said with a smile: "What if we give birth to another prince? One whose facial features and temperament are similar to yours? I don't want to see a young husband who looks like a monkey again."
After she said this, the excitement in Shen Qianyu's eyes suddenly turned to sadness.
Shen Shiyan really resembles him very much, especially the fact that You likes to cry.
Putting his hands under his head, Shen Qianyu pursed his lips and shook his head secretly.
If there was another Shen Shiyan, he would probably go crazy.
The couple was talking on the bed, and chatter came from outside the hall. Although they could not hear what anyone was saying clearly, both Shen Qianyu and Song Wan knew that Shen Shiyan must have caused trouble again.
"Husband, go and coax Yan'er."
"I do not want to go."
Putting his head on Song Wan'er's neck, Shen Qianyu muttered aggrievedly, "I don't want to leave Wan'er."
"Then I'll go."
"Don't."
Unable to bear Song Wan's headache due to Shen Shiyan's crying, Shen Qianyu stood up, quickly put on his regular clothes and walked out of the hall, holding the still noisy little guy in his arms.
"Greetings to my father, long live my father."
As soon as he took the little guy into his arms, Shen Shiyan stopped crying and greeted him with a smile on his face.
"You're too thoughtful."
Throwing the person to Heng Zhi, the emperor and the empress got up to pack and dress.
Since there was a heavy rain yesterday, there is no need to go to court today, so I can enjoy a leisurely day with my wife and children.
After the three of them had breakfast, Shen Qianyu took Shen Shiyan to go fishing in the Imperial Garden. The father and son were arguing until noon, when Fang returned to Changle Palace carrying a huge and plump koi carp.
Song Wan smiled heartily when he saw Shen Shiyan clumsily carrying the barrel.
"Queen mother, Yan'er is a tribute fish. It's very fat and delicious."
"How delicious?"
Song Wan smiled and knelt down, about to poke his head out to see the fish in the bucket, but before he saw it, he felt a smell of earthy smell rushing towards the door.
“……”
Slightly lowering his eyes to suppress the familiar feeling of nausea, Song Wan stood up and glared at Shen Qianyu with a half-smile.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
After saying that, she laughed again.
I don't know whether it was because Shen Qianyu was longing for the little princess that he really expected the little one to come today, or...
Turning around to look at Shen Shiyan who was still flapping the fish, Song Wan covered his lips, feeling amused.
In the afternoon Wan Xiao came to look for Shen Qianyu, and Song Wan asked Heng Zhi to invite the imperial doctor.
"Congratulations to the Queen, you are indeed blessed."
Song Wan didn't do anything after hearing this, but Heng Zhi and Heng Wu were so happy that their eyes turned red.
"Mother, do you want to tell your Majesty?"
"No, I will tell him personally when he comes back."
While they were enjoying themselves, someone came outside to report that it was Mrs. Song who wanted to see them.
"Sister-in-law? Please come quickly."
When he entered Changle Palace, Ming Xiang looked happy. Song Wan was about to ask what happy events were happening at home, when he heard Ming Xiang say: "Miss, guess who is with me today?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jin Shu was brought in by Luan Jian.
The little girl has been married for several years, and the greenness and immaturity on her face have long since disappeared, and her cheeks are flushed with a hint of tenderness and joy that only a married woman can have.
"My servant pays homage to the Queen."
"Get up quickly."
Heng Zhi stepped forward and helped Jin Shu up. Jin Shu looked at Song Wan and smiled shyly.
"When I met Jin Shu last time, she asked me if I could take her to the palace to meet the empress if I had the chance. I happened to want to go to the palace today to report the happy events in the palace to the empress, so I asked her to come with me."
Song Wan was surprised when he heard this: "But what's the matter?"
Jin Shu shook his head: "I just want to enter the palace to thank you, your Majesty, for taking care of me these years."
She loosened the food box in her hand slightly, and Song Wan saw her bulging belly.
"Have you actually had one? How many months have it been?"
"Five months."
The brocade book was flushed with shame, and her eyes were full of peace and vitality that can only be found in people who live a leisurely and happy life.
"In the past few years, my husband has been promoted by the empress many times, and he has been promoted from the general to the chief minister. Knowing that the empress is secretly protecting me, I thought of entering the palace to thank the empress and kowtow to the empress."
After thinking about it, Jin Shu smiled and stroked his belly: "Take him with you."
To be promoted from chief to chief within three years was indeed possible only if someone looked after her, but Song Wan knew that this was not her intention and felt sorry for the person behind her.
After thinking for a moment, Song Wan said: "It was because of Li Chengzu's proper behavior that he gained Shangfeng's favor. It was not my intention to look after him."
