Bondage

Shen Qianyu was afraid that the maids and eunuchs in Changle Palace would disturb Song Wan's rest, so on weekdays, except Heng Zhiheng Wu Yiluanjian, the rest were sent away.

If he was around, he would have pushed everyone out and left him alone by Song Wan's side.

Now that Song rolled up, he saw Shen Qianyu dozing off with the book in one hand and propped on the edge of Arhat's bed with the other.

"Holy?"

She stepped forward gently to wake him up, but she saw the pile of annotated books placed in front of Shen Qianyu.

He actually collected all the four essentials of pregnancy and the notes on gynecology.

The paper is densely packed with excerpts, Song Wan poked his head forward and looked forward, and only saw a few words such as "adjusting the atmosphere to ensure fetal safety", avoiding full food, and avoiding cold and heat.

Seeing the flamboyant and chaotic handwriting, Song Wan only felt that it was extremely chic and beautiful.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little funny, so she laughed softly.

"Wan'er, how did you get up? Are you thirsty or hungry?"

Song Wan smiled and shook her head.

After Shen Qianyu got up, the bleary eyes disappeared for a moment. As soon as she opened her eyes, she got off the bed and walked to the table to pour a bowl of still warm light hot soup for her.

"Black Chicken Soup, the smell is light and invigorating Qi, Wan'er come over and drink some."

Shen Qianyu touched the bottom of the bowl, seeing that it was neither hot nor cold, and just passed it to her hand.

"I asked someone to skim off the slick oil on it, Wan'er tasted it and got used to it?"

"I'm used to it."

Song Wan took the bowl and brought it to his lips, sipping it down.

This soup has no oil and salt, and it is indeed light and sweet. After drinking it, Song Wan looked at Shen Qianyu with a soft heart.

She has always been reluctant to reveal her heart to others, but tonight, maybe it was this bowl of hot soup, or maybe it was Shen Qianyu's messy handwriting that she couldn't love, which softened her heart, Song Wan put down the soup bowl in her hand After that, she got into Shen Qianyu's arms.

"Wan'er is cold?"

Stretching her sideways and hugging her up, Shen Qianyu pulled the thin blanket on Arhat's bed and wrapped it in front of her.

Burying her head in his arms, Song Wan smiled and said: "It's not cold, but I just admire my husband and want to be close to him."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at him, only to see that Shen Qianyu's eyes gradually widened after hearing this, with a face full of disbelief.

"Why, my husband doesn't want to get close to Wan'er?"

Song Wan made a gesture to get up, Shen Qianyu quickly trapped the person in his arms, but he didn't dare to use too much force, he could only wrap his arms around to gently protect the person in front of him.

In his heart, Song Wan was already delicate and fragile, and now that he was pregnant with a child, he was as untouchable as glass.

Song Wan saw him encircling himself in an extremely strenuous posture, and suddenly remembered that she was sent back to Chengyang Hou Mansion by Mrs. Song, and he went to rescue her as Ji Rong.

"Husband."

"how?"

She raised her hand and pulled Shen Qianyu's arms down, while she hugged him tightly around his neck. Seeing this, Shen Qianyu quickly embraced him in her arms.

"That day you ran with me for a long time in the barren hills on the outskirts of Beijing, did you ever feel tired?"

"Of course not."

Shen Qianyu said: "Wan'er is as light as a feather, and I have excellent arm strength, how can I feel tired just because I walk a few steps on the mountain road with Wan'er in my arms?"

"Wan'er really underestimates her husband."

The man slightly raised his voice while talking, Song Wan's face was a little red, and he murmured in a low voice: "I never thought I would have today."

Since she married into Chengyanghou's mansion, she has devoted herself to copying scriptures and chanting Buddha to accumulate merits for Jiang Xingjian. After Jiang Xingjian returned to the mansion, she only wanted to live an ordinary life.

But who would think that the world is impermanent, she and Shen Qianyu have today.

"My husband doesn't know, but after that day on the barren mountain, I..."

"What, what about Wan'er?"

Shen Qianyu asked impatiently, but Song Wan just smiled and didn't answer.

"Wan'er fell in love with me then? I knew it."

Shen Qianyu snorted softly: "Although I borrowed Jirong's identity at that time, I have seen several times that Wan'er has affection for me. Now that I think about it, I really have not misunderstood it."

He half-raised his head as if proud of himself, but the ecstasy and uncontrollable trembling in his eyes made Song Wan know how happy he was.

Song Wan held Shen Qianyu's neck and kissed him gently on the throat.

The man was speechless, but his hands holding the person in his arms became tighter and tighter.

Song Wan lightly rubbed his neck with the tip of her nose, and heard the man say in a slightly choked voice, "Wan'er..."

Shen Qianyu murmured in a low voice: "In my whole life, I never thought that someone would love me and fall in love with me."

"How come, Wan'er loves her husband, and also loves her husband."

Song Wan's eyes showed distressed look, but he didn't want him to see it.

He is the lord of a country but he protects her carefully and loves like walking on thin ice. Song Wan can't bear to see him like this, and doesn't want him to belittle himself.

She knows some things, and how to say certain words can solve his knots, so Song Wanyuan carefully spoils and loves him.

"Before seeing His Highness, Wan'er felt that the prince was admirable. After seeing 'Ji Rong', Wan'er felt that the people around the prince are so free and unrestrained. The prince must also be an open-minded person."

"But I've been with the Ji Rong played by my husband for a long time, and I feel that there is no better person in the world than Ji Rong."

"That day my husband rescued me from the carriage in the Marquis of Chengyang, and Wan'er felt that my husband is the most heroic man in the world, unmatched by anyone."

"I think, probably that day my husband left a mark on Wan'er's heart."

Shen Qianyu's eyes were red, and she suppressed her sobs: "It turns out that Wan'er saw my goodness so early..."

"Well, Wan'er saw the goodness of my husband very early on, in Wan'er's heart, my husband is the best man in the world, and in the future he will be the best husband in the world, and even the best father in the world. "

Shen Qianyu raised his head and said nothing for a long time.

No one knows how long ago, he was also trapped by demons for many years.

During countless days and nights in Nanqing, he kept asking whether he was sent to another country as a hostage by his father because he was not clever enough or likable enough.

When being tortured by Qin Rao and humiliated by Qin Zhan, Shen Qianyu also thought countless times whether it was because he had no genius, ability, or wisdom to plan and make decisions, that he fell into such a situation.

When he returned to Dongning, he had to bear the humiliation and steal his life. When he knelt down and worshiped Duan Yiting to call an eunuch his father, he once thought that maybe his whole life would be so servile and flattering, living forever in the gutter for a moment of respite.

He never thought that there would be someone who would love and respect him in this life, nor would he have thought that there would be someone like Wan'er who would bear children for him and grow old with him.

So after he found out that he had feelings for Song Wan, he kept carefully begging her to love him.

Probably she will never know, every time she takes the initiative to approach him, every time she takes the initiative to hug, touch and kiss, what it means to him.

"Wan'er..."

"I'm here."

Shen Qianyu lowered his head, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He said Wan'er, you must love me well, love me well.