Hanzhu coaxed Yuan Ge'er to sleep well, and it was already dark when he came out.

She couldn't help but look at the palace.

Sixi followed her. Seeing that the wife was still moving, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she felt worried on her face and whispered: "Madam, I don't know when the prince will come back, so you'd better eat something first?"

Hanzhu had no appetite and shook her head and said, "Let the kitchen warm, I will wait for the prince to have dinner together." Then she went back to the room.

Sixi sighed silently and sent the little maid to the kitchen to give instructions.

Hanzhu returned to the house, and her sister sent it back to Wukangbo's mansion. Her son fell asleep, but her husband had not come back yet. She suddenly felt empty in her heart. She glanced around and couldn't think of what to do. She wanted to go to the book to read it. Suddenly, she remembered that the summer robe she made for him was almost sewn, and she was planning to finish it up after the outing.

After something happened, Hanzhu immediately found the clothes and asked Ruyi to add another lamp. She lowered her head to sew for him.

After the update, there was finally a movement in the yard.

When Sixi heard Sixi come in in a hurry to report that the prince was back, Hanzhu put down her clothes and walked out. Cheng Yu walked faster than her, and she arrived at the door of the inner room and he had already stepped in.

For some reason, Hanzhu didn't dare to walk forward, and looked up slightly at him, trying to see from his face what was going on.

Before she could say anything, she was so careful that Cheng Yu felt sad when she saw it. Yuan Ge'er was still young, and there might be people in the capital who wanted to harm her openly and secretly. She might be pregnant with their flesh and blood again, but he could not continue to be with her. I don't know when I will come back.

If he had known today, he would rather heal two years later, so that he would not have to worry about Brother Yuan not having to worry about the possible dick in her belly that could not bear the pain of traveling thousands of miles, and would directly take her with him... No, the two armies are about to fight, and it is also dangerous to take her to the south now.

"The King of Dongping in Penghu rebelled. I and King Ding will lead troops to Fujian to conquer the chaos tomorrow." Sixi left, and Cheng Yu walked towards his wife and explained in a low voice, staring at her with worry and reluctance.

Hanzhu's heart sank instantly.

King Dongping...

Penghu is much closer to Hangzhou than the capital. Before meeting Cheng Yu, Hanzhu didn't know that there was King Jing of Ding in the capital, but he had long heard of the great achievements of the first two Kings of Dongping. The first King of Dongping recovered Penghu from the foreign enemy, and the second King of Dongping loved the people as his son. The Hu family was deeply loved by the people of Penghu. To put it bluntly, the emperor was far away. The Hu family was the local emperor on the sea. They had both the support of the people and the brave and invincible navy. Now the third King of Dongping, Hanzhu, had never heard of it, but the prestigious soldiers left by their ancestors must be far more difficult to deal with than Japanese pirates.

Want to ask him how likely he will win, but he is afraid of putting pressure on him, Hanzhu leaned into his arms with a white face and calmed down for a moment before asking: "When will he come back?" His triumphant defeat was not much for her, she just wanted him to return safely. He and King Ding were defeated, and there were other famous generals, but if he had a few shortcomings, she would not have a second Cheng Yu.

Hanzhu didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help but cry.

She didn't cry, but Cheng Yu felt the vibration of her shoulders. He looked down at her. He could pick up so many sweet words, but now he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her side face reluctantly.

He was as gentle as water, and Hanzhu gradually calmed down. Perhaps he had expected in advance that there might be a war and he might go on a war. After crying, Hanzhu suddenly seemed to be too difficult to accept. She lowered her head and wiped her tears. She looked up at him, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Cheng Yu shook her head, looked at her red eyes and said, "I'm going to set out tomorrow, everyone is busy, where can I have time to eat?" He wanted to divert her reluctance, and he asked her with a smile, "You must have left me a meal, right? I know you are the most virtuous."

At this time, Hanzhu glared at him in anger and told Sixi to go and pass the meal.

Cheng Yu didn't think much until he saw the little maids bringing their meals up, and he realized that his wife hadn't eaten either. When the maids went down, he told her helplessly: "You may be a double-body person, why don't you know how to take care of yourself? How can you feel at ease over there if you do this?"

Hanzhu could no longer hold back her tears, turned her head and whispered, "You don't fall out every time, I will follow you to eat. If you don't care about your body, then I will learn from you."

This was a completely different way of persuading him to take good care of himself. Cheng Yu reached out and turned the person over, holding her face and kissing him, "Okay, let's have a good meal. When I come back, we will check each other. Whoever is less punished will be fine when we part, right?"

Hanzhu was amused by him, but tears were in her eyes. She was about to part, and she really couldn't bear it.

Cheng Yu kissed her, and his big hand fell on her stomach, his voice became gentler. He pressed against her forehead and said, "If you are pregnant with a dick, then I will compare it with your time when you are pregnant with a dick. For example, if you are pregnant with a dick for six months than when you are Huaiyuan, it means you have not had a good meal, so I will punish you."

Hanzhu was delighted, "Can you come back in six months?" She was already very content with such a war.

Cheng Yu looked at her bright tearful eyes and kissed her, "I can't say it, but I will try my best to come back before the second child is born and accompany you to have a child."

Hanzhu was a little disappointed, but she found the tension in his eyes and suddenly understood. When the couple parted, she only needed to think about him, but Cheng Yu had to think about her and her son. Cheng Yu must have more reluctance than her. She had to think about him and work hard to become strong so that he could face the enemy with peace of mind when he got there.

After understanding, Hanzhu smiled and quipped according to his words: "Don't have a second child, maybe I'm not pregnant."

"Then let me work harder when I come back and let you get pregnant early." Cheng Yu pinched her waist meaningfully.

Hanzhu pushed his hand away, brought the rice bowl over, and said softly: "Eat quickly, you must get up early tomorrow morning, go to bed early after you finish eating."

Cheng Yu nodded obediently, took the bowl and lowered his head to eat, took a bite and turned his head to look at her, for the last meal she had with her before leaving. Hanzhu knew that he was looking at her, but she didn't dare to look over, for fear that she wouldn't be able to cry. After eating, he hadn't finished eating yet, Hanzhu could concentrate on looking at him now, and suddenly remembered something, "I'll go and pack your bags for you first?"

He was about to get up as he said that.

"No," Cheng Yu held her down, "I have already told Chen Shuo that he has followed me to go to war. I know what to bring. You go and bring Brother Yuan and let him sleep with us tonight."

Hanzhu nodded, looked at him with a smile, got up and left, and tears fell like rain when she walked out.

When he came back with the sleeping brother Yuan, Cheng Yu had finished rinsing his mouth and took his son to bed first.

Hanzhu cleaned up all of it simply and also entered the gauze tent.

Cheng Yu looked at his sleepy fat son and wanted to tell his wife to wait for him to leave. She would mention him to her son every day so that his son would not forget him for a long time. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stand it anymore, for fear of making her cry again. Cheng Yu kissed his son, covered the little guy with a quilt, and then blew the light and lay down to talk.

"My father-in-law will pick you up tomorrow. You should live there before I come back." Cheng Yu whispered, "I will go to the battlefield with King Ding. The emperor will not be provoked for how long you live this time. Gu Heng, my second brother and I will send people to stare at him. Whenever there is any abnormal movement, you will immediately take Brother Yuan to your aunt's side." Jian Wuyan, he went to the sea to work hard, and was worried that his wife and children lived alone in Prince Jing's Mansion. The emperor knew his grudges with Cheng Jingrong and would definitely acquiesce. As for Chu Qing, he left a letter to his aunt. If the incident happened, he would not ask Chu Qing to forgive him, at least he could turn Chu Qing's hatred on him, and stir Chu Qing to wait for him to come back before settle the score. Don't deal with the mother and mother.

Hanzhu is not worried about anything now, she just can't let him go, "I know, you don't have to worry about it. I'm really worried about Brother Yuan and I, so I won the big victory earlier. If you come back early, I will be afraid of nothing."

At the end of the talk, I burst into tears.

Cheng Yu felt distressed and reluctant to let go. He pulled up his sleeves to wipe her tears. She couldn't stop him from finishing it. Cheng Yu had to use the old way to kiss her soft lips.

The more we want to separate, the more we think of being together. Cheng Yu's breathing is getting heavier, and Hanzhu also develops desire.

"Is that OK?" Cheng Yu forced himself to stop and asked her in a hoarse voice.

Hanzhu was shy, but now she wanted him more and wanted to be inseparable from him, so she hugged his neck and said softly.

Cheng Yu didn't need her to remind her, so she would be gentler in order to get pregnant with her dick. She would be able to take off her clothes skillfully without any scruples after she had permission.

In Changfeng Hall, the mandarin ducks were hard to part with each other. Outside the window of Ningzhu in Wukangbo Mansion, King Ding was wearing black clothes leaning against the wall, looking up at the stars in the sky. At the end of February, the moon disappeared, the night sky became darker, and the stars were brighter, especially the galaxy like a waterfall, which was domineeringly presented to the world.

King Ding looked at the two brightest stars on the Tianhe River. According to legend, they were the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and they could only look at each other from afar.

He was not that far away from the little girl in the house, only a window, and he could go in at any time as long as he wanted.

But will she be happy when she goes in?

King Ding felt bitter in his heart. She must have noticed something. She has been hiding from him for more than a year. He should have just disliked him, right?

How could he like him? He can't give him anything in such a situation. Maybe she is like Cheng Yu and her sister, worried that he wants to take her as a concubine?

He couldn't go in, so King Ding looked at the dark window and raised his foot to leave.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again.

Last time he fought with Japanese pirates, he almost died on his way back to Beijing before meeting her. This time he brought more secret guards and the capital also made careful arrangements. However, he was not afraid of someone plotting against him, but the enemy he dealt with became stronger. If one is not careful, he will never come back again...

King Ding turned around, whether he really had no confidence or found an excuse to see her, he wanted to go in.

Afraid that she was angry, King Ding blew the fragrance.

He walked in after confirming that she had fallen asleep, lit a light and walked to her bed.

It was still cold at night at this time. The bead quilt was covered tightly, with a black hair spreading, and her quiet sleeping face seemed like a fairy.

King Ding looked at the girl's increasingly beautiful face in a daze, but his mind was in Hangzhou. He had a chest injury and couldn't sleep at night, so he went to see who was talking in a sleep on the couch opposite. The eight-year-old girl muttered softly, and he couldn't hear what she said, but was amused by her seemingly arguing with others.

It seemed that in just a few blinks, the little girl turned into a big girl.

King Ding couldn't help but feel his feelings, so he reached out to rub her white and red face.

She was fourteen. He had peeked at her from a distance several times, and was heartless and knew how to buy gifts for her nephew. He didn't even know that the shopkeeper looked at her a few more times. He didn't even notice that Zhou Wenting was too nervous about her. He probably didn't understand what it means to like? If he never came back, would he still be a romantic prince who wanted to take her as a concubine in her heart?

Then let her know.

King Ding angrily pinched her slightly plump little face, turned his head to scan the furnishings in the room, then went to the desk to grind the pen.

Before writing, I hesitated for a few moments.

After about a cup of tea, King Ding dried the ink marks, folded the paper into small pieces and put it into the sachet on his body, folded it back to the bed, lifted the quilt, and tied the sachet to her slender and white wrist. After tied it, King Ding looked up at her. He couldn't bear to do anything too much to the little girl who didn't like him. He held her hand and kissed her back, and stayed with her lips against her hand for a long time before covering her quilt, covering her gauze tent, and leaving quietly.

The next morning, Ningzhu woke up and found a strange sachet on his wrist.

She was stunned and touched the silk material that only the princes and nobles could afford. She thought of someone, the person who had come to find her at night. With suspicion, Ningzhu frowned and quickly checked her body, and confirmed that she was still a innocent girl. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Why is he here again?

After a moment of dazed at the sachet, Ningzhu couldn't help but be curious and took out the piece of paper that he could touch it.

When I spread it like a thief, I saw two turtles on the painting. One was very big, with wings flying south, and the turtle's head was reluctant to look back, while the other was very small, lying on the bed and sleeping, but the head exposed was... a pig's head...

Ningzhu looked at the pig-headed little turtle and vaguely guessed that this should be referring to her.

Thinking of the man who likes to tell lies and tease her, Ningzhu bit her lip in anger. She didn't sleep well in the middle of the night and insisted on drawing and scolding her. What does he mean? And he clearly promised her not to come again, why did he come secretly again?

Ningzhu was very annoyed and could not see it or judge the other party. He could only tear the painting away. The sachet was cut into rags with scissors, so that the maid would not be able to explain clearly. After dealing with the things left by the man, Ningzhu searched again and confirmed that there were no items next to him, so he called the maids to come in and serve.

While dressing in the mirror, I was shocked to find that there was a missing a hairpin of an apricot blossom.

Ningzhu's chest was so angry that his chest was undulating, but when the two big maids began to suspect that the hairpin was stolen by another maid, Ningzhu had to lie and explain, "Maybe it fell on my sister's side. I'll look for it later. Don't be suspicious." Yesterday, my brother-in-law hurried back to Beijing, there must be something big. My sister was absent-minded, and she was also worried that she had to go and take a look.

The two maids believed her for the time being and continued to comb her hair and dress her up.

Ningzhu sulked herself, packed up and went to the front yard for breakfast.

Zhou Yin and Zhou Wenting and his son went to work early, and only Fang was waiting for her. Seeing the obedient little girl coming over carefreely, Fang sighed: "Your brother came back soon after the first update last night. He said that the King of Dongping of Penghu was rebelled, and the emperor sent your brother-in-law and Your Highness to suppress him. He has already left the city now. Let's have a meal soon. We'll see your sister after breakfast. She will definitely feel uncomfortable now."

Ningzhu paused and asked instinctively: "When will my brother-in-law come back?"

No one wants his relatives to go to the battlefield, Ningzhu is afraid that his brother-in-law will be injured.

Fang was silent. Who can tell such a thing accurately?

Ningzhu couldn't get the answer, and sat next to her adopted mother with a white face. When she was holding the bowl in a wooden manner, she suddenly remembered the painting left to her by the man.

It turned out that he was going to Fujian to fight a war, so he just...

Ningzhu thought of the wound on the man's chest when he first met, and lay motionless on the bed.

The beads are becoming less and less appetite.
Chapter completed!