The straight male queen was stolen again

sister is pregnant

Crying for no reason!

The rain curtain hangs down, like a gauze curtain covering the sky and the earth. Under the breeze, the drizzle and light gauze create layers of waves with the wind, dancing gracefully among the red walls and green trees.

With an oil-paper umbrella, two people ride together, which is a bit cramped.

Chaishan held up the umbrella cover and leaned towards Tong Rong. He was only holding a small half of the umbrella eaves, and his right shoulder was wetted very quickly.

Seeing this, Tong Rong stuck closer: "Hold the umbrella towards you, your clothes are all wet."

"It doesn't matter!" Chai Shan said, "Brother Rong, your clothes are all wet, be careful to catch a cold when you go back."

Tong Rong looked at the umbrella that was difficult to support the two of them, smiled and shook his head, reached out to take the handle of the umbrella, and stood on tiptoe on top of the two of them.

"I have a good idea."

"what?"

Tong Rong showed a smile: "You carry me on your back, and I hold an umbrella, how about it?"

Hearing this, Chaishan immediately squatted in front of him: "Good idea, Brother Rong, just come up!"

Two big hands supported the heels of the legs, and one thick broad back withstood all the wind and rain in front of him.

Tong Rong held Caishan in front of him with one hand and held the umbrella in the other, and slowly pressed his face against Caishan's neck.

Warm and gentle, the two of them felt hot in their hearts.

Chai Shan felt the weight of Tong Rong, it wasn't heavy, but it pressed on his back, making him extremely at ease.

"Brother Rong."

"Huh?" Tong Rong heard him calling his name, and hummed in response to his ear.

"Shan wants to carry you all his life!"

Tong Rong was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

He knew that Chaishan was always afraid of losing himself.

Xiaoshan has a sense of insecurity based on the shadow of his childhood. This feeling makes him feel inferior and afraid involuntarily.Even if I hold my hand, I am afraid that this happiness will suddenly disappear.

Tong Rong put her face against Chaishan's neck, and rubbed him comfortingly and affectionately.

"Well, good, carry me for the rest of my life!"

……

In June, the sound of cicadas gradually rises and the temperature rises.

Only one and a half months after Tong Xiaxi got married, the good news came.

Mrs. Xin Xiaohou is pregnant, and the whole Hou Mansion and Tong Mansion are full of joy.

When the news reached the palace, the queen was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was in a hurry.

Xiao Yuanzi winked and offered advice to Tong Rong: "Madam, I heard that those imperial physicians who have been doctors for generations all have some prescriptions in their hands, such as prescriptions to protect pregnancy... Why don't you pass it on to the imperial physicians?" come to ask?"

Tong Rong flicked the fingers of the abacus bead, seeing Eunuch Yuan's similar expression of "a treacherous eunuch ready to do bad things" on his face, he was very speechless.

"Okay, don't always worry about these things for me! Go get down to business, don't mention these things again!"

Seeing that Tong Rong was not in a hurry at all, Xiaoyuanzi was really worried, and walked to Ning Yue's side slowly, and said in a low voice: "Miss Ning Yue, you have to persuade your mother! It's been a year too much!"

Ning Yue rolled her eyes at him, turned her head and left.

Eunuch Yuan: Sigh.

……

"This year it's hotter than last year. I've asked Wanjing Garden to prepare. Let's move there in a few days!"

Cai Shan peeled a lychee and handed it to Tong Rong's mouth.

Tong Rong lowered his head, bit off the tender flesh with Chai Shan's hand.

"What palace do you live in this year?" Tong Rong bit the lychee meat, but frowned.

"How about living in Xinzhi Palace? You can see the whole rose garden from the window, and the flowers are in full bloom at this time." Cai Shan said, noticing Tong Rong's frown, "What's wrong? Are the lychees not fresh?" ?”

Tong Rong shook his head and swallowed the pulp reluctantly: "I just think it's not as delicious as before. If you don't want to eat it, don't peel it for me!"

"Didn't Brother Rong like to eat lychees very much before?" Chaishan wondered.

Without thinking too much, he stuffed a freshly peeled lychee into his mouth, and chatted about going to the garden.

……

Wanjing Garden in summer is completely different from that in early autumn.

In the Chinese rose garden, the colorful Chinese roses are blooming beautifully. Clusters of flowers are raising their heads, bathed in bright sunshine, and happily showing their coquettish figures.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, it is said that the mood should be extremely comfortable, but for some reason, Tong Rong is emotionally irritable, and being dazzled by the sun, he becomes more and more depressed.It's like there is a weight weighing ten catties on the heart, and nothing is pleasing to the eye.

Cai Shan took Tong Rong's hand and walked happily into Xinzhi Hall.

The palace is built on a hillside, and looking through the windows, you can enjoy the magnificent panorama of the Chinese rose garden.

Cai Shan cut a scarlet fan rose from the plum vase, and put it in front of Tong Rong as a gift: "Brother Rong, this flower blooms really well, look!"

Tong Rongzheng was upset, looked at Chai Shan, and was inexplicably angry, picked up the red rose flower and threw it on Chai Shan's body.

"I don't like it!! Don't give it to me!"

Chaishan was stunned.

He hurriedly reached out to take the scarlet fan that suffered innocently, and asked cautiously: "Is Zi Tong in a bad mood? What's the matter? Do you want to invite the imperial physician to take a look?"

After throwing away the rose, Tong Rong regretted it.

But I don't know what's going on, he was furious just now, as if his emotions were out of his control.

Seeing that Chaishan was being careful, like a drowning puppy trying to please his master, he couldn't bear to get up again.

I can't say why, seeing Xiaoshan like this, his mood instantly turned from anger to sorrow, his eye circles turned red, his nose quivered, and a tear fell suddenly.

"Brother Rong! You, why are you crying? What's the matter?"

When Cai Shan saw the teardrop, his face turned pale with shock, he squatted in front of Tong Rong, and anxiously wiped away the teardrop gently with his hand.

"Zitong, sweetheart! What's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry! My heart is broken when you cry like this!!"

Cai Shan hugged Tong Rong, he didn't know what to do.

Tong Rong saw him so humble and careless, his mind couldn't help thinking of Chaishan's poor life experience, his heart was both sympathetic and sad, he cried more and more, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down.

Chaishan was so distressed that he hugged him in his arms and coaxed him softly.

After a while, Tong Rong's hypocritical and inexplicable tears and emotions stopped a little.

"Brother Rong, what happened to you just now..."

Tong Rong shook his head, feeling very confused himself: "As soon as I entered the Wanjing Garden today, I felt irritable...Maybe it's because I'm tired from the car ride? I should be fine after a night of sleep."

He stroked Chai Shan's temples: "I'm sorry, Xiao Shan, I shouldn't have thrown away the roses you picked."

Chai Shan still remembered the scarlet fan, he doubted: "Is it really all right?"

Tong Rong shook his head, feeling extremely tired, dragged his heavy steps into the room, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

……

Except for the first day when he entered the Wanjing Garden, he was angry and sad for no reason. In the next few days, Tong Rong remained very normal, and Cai Shan gradually relaxed and put the matter behind him.

"Xiao Lang, I didn't even pay attention. Today is Qixi Festival! I just remembered when I saw a few little palace people threading needles under the tree and competing skillfully!"

Ning Yue took the newly delivered summer clothes and put them into the box one by one, saying.

"Qixi Festival?" Tong Rong counted the days, and it was indeed the seventh day of July.

Among the folks, the Qixi Festival is also called the Qiqiao Festival. Women and young men will make needlework, embroider a handkerchief, and make a sachet for the man they like.

Thinking about it this way, Tong Rong looked at Ning Yue, who had already grown up like a jade, and said, "Speaking of which, girl Yue, are you eighteen this year? Do you have a favorite man?"

Ning Yue's back froze while she was arranging her clothes.

"Xiao Lang... Let's talk about this matter later, I still want to be with you."

"I watched you grow up too. You and I are more like brothers and sisters than master and servant." Tong Rongwen said, "If there is no one I like, I can also ask my sister-in-law to help find a suitable husband."

Ning Yue froze, put down the things in her hands, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Xiao Lang, I don't seem to like men..."

Tong Rongtao's eyes widened: "Then you... like your daughter?"

"It's not..."

"Like Xiao Lang?"

"Not at all! What are you thinking, Xiao Lang!?" Ning Yue shook her head like a rattle, "I just don't want to get married! I don't have any feelings for men, I just want to follow Xiao Lang in the palace to handle the palace affairs. significance……"

"If you're married, you'll probably just stay at home and never leave the house. You won't see any bustling world, and you'll be confined to a small world. It's boring!"

It was the first time for Tong Rong to hear such a neat declaration of celibacy in this world, but his acceptance of these ideas was much higher than that of the aborigines, so he just nodded and said: "That's fine, as long as you Think it over, I will support you whether you marry or not!"

Ning Yue's eyes lit up when he heard him say this: "Thank you, Xiao Lang! Xiao Lang is the best!"

Ning Yue's marriage was put down just like that, but the needlework left a shadow in Tong Rong's heart.

It just happens to be the Qiqiao Festival, how about making a small purse for Xiaoshan in response to the scene?

Just do it! !

Tong Rong has always been a person with excellent mobility, thinking of making a purse, he immediately asked Ning Yue to find needles, thread, brains and fabric.

"Xiao Lang, are you really going to do it? You have never learned needlework, so don't tie your hands then!"

"It's okay!" Tong Rong picked out a piece of pine green silk with silver thread that Chaishan likes, "You teach me, do it a little bit, don't embroider or anything, just make a purse."

"Good! That's easy!"

Ning Yue confidently picked up the fabric needlework and began to teach Tong Rong how to make a purse.

She originally thought that such difficult tasks as her little man's running a shop and taking care of the palace are easy to do, and making a small purse that doesn't need embroidery is not an easy task.

But I didn't expect that this teaching took a whole morning and scrapped a whole three before I could barely come up with a crooked finished product.

Tong Rong stared at the ugly purse in his hand, which looked like an irregular cube, and said awkwardly: "Why don't you make another one? I think this one has already figured out the way..."

Ning Yue: Doorway? ?Is this doorway too crooked? ?

The author says:

Ning Yue: Get married and fight! !

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