Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Aifei wants it?"

He Liancheng said ambiguous words about love, and he was generous and merciful.

"Since Concubine Concubine Ai has spoken, I will naturally not refuse."

He carried Su Haitang into the Luanjia, and the golden dragon embroidered curtain hung down to block the view from the outside, so he let go of his hands and feet to do whatever he wanted.

"My concubine wants to conceive a child for me, so I will give it to you."

One night of absurdity.

Waking up at dawn the next day, Su Haitang lazily didn't want to move a finger.

This body is still a bit immature, not suitable for bearing offspring, not to mention that she is occupying the body now, if she really conceived, it would consume double the energy.

What's more, she doesn't really want to leave too much involvement here.

With a child, there is an unstoppable concern.

"No children and no pets."

Xiaoyu inserted the knife mercilessly. He has recently become obsessed with old sayings, and while eating snacks, he flipped through a novel about the story of a noble concubine, reading it with gusto.

"When I leave, call Yuan Zhusheng."

The corner of Su Haitang's mouth twitched again, and asked angrily, "Xiaoyu, how are you doing now, can I enter the space?"

She wanted to hide from some embarrassing moments!

"Barely."

Xiaoyu pursed her lips and dangled her calf leisurely, but her voice was as if she was going wild.

"However, let me remind you that Cheng Yuanzheng's condition is more serious than yours, and he can't sleep well. It will be even worse if the time drags on."

Su Haitang choked, and sighed in silence for a few seconds. "I understand."

He Liancheng found that his little pearl seemed to have really opened up.

Not only did he talk too much when facing him, but he even responded jerky to his requests, even though he was so tired that tears flowed down his face, he just begged for mercy and shouted tired, no longer with a sad face, and hid when he saw him.

She even really picked out a piece of ice silk silk material, and learned how to cut it with the maid, and she wanted to make underwear for him.

Seeing her clumsily and carefully measuring the stitches, pulling out the long thread little by little, and because of her concentrated expression, fine beads of sweat even appeared on the tip of her nose, He Liancheng felt that she loved it no matter how she looked at it.

He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but hugged her into his arms. He took the booklet and read it, and she made her own needlework.

Su Haitang exclaimed, and looked at the silver needle "inadvertently" pierced into the man's arm in relief, but had to pull it out hypocritically to plead guilty.

"Is the emperor okay? All my concubines will die."

"Blow me up."

He Liancheng hugged her waist that was trying to break free, and stretched out his slightly injured arm in front of her.

"Let's call the doctor."

Su Haitang looked concerned.

"A little injury, there is no need to mobilize the crowd. Aifei will just give me a kiss."

He Liancheng casually approved the memorial and threw it aside, and glanced at her with a smile.

Su Haitang threw away the work in his hands with a sad face, pouted and blamed himself.

"The concubine is clumsy, she can't even do the simplest needlework, and accidentally hurt the emperor, concubine, concubine..."

Su Haitang turned her face away angrily, covering her face and crying silently.

"I lost my temper again. I thought you had grown up a bit, and the coquettishness in your bones can't be changed."

He Liancheng hugged her and coaxed her gently, picked up the fabric with only a few stitches, and stuffed it into her hand.

"I'm waiting for you to make clothes, so I'm not afraid of slowing down. Fortunately, this time it hit me. If I hurt you, I'll hurt here."

He Liancheng held her hand and pressed it to his chest, his eyes were deep.

Su Haitang looked at those cold eyes with some confusion.

The eye shape is exactly the same as Cheng Yuanzheng's, but there are some similarities in the eyes, and some don't.

"Cheng Yuan?"

She tentatively yelled.

Because the emperor's name has the word city, she had to call out an extra word.