Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er entered the house.

Two warmers in the house were placed in two corners and exhaled heat into the house.

Dugu Mingyue is wearing a wide jade white palace dress, still elegant and elegant, bright and charming, but she has a bit more kind and maternal nature.

She was sitting on a wooden chair, slowly pushing the small stone mill and grinding the plum blossoms.

Her lower abdomen was bulging and fuller. Seeing Zhao Wujiang and Qing'er, two of her close friends, arrive, she stopped the crushing wheel in her hand, wiped the tiny sweat stains on her forehead, and smiled:

"Mr. Zhao, you're here just in time. Yesterday, the Japanese Palace prepared some jujube and plum blossom cakes. They were already wrapped and they were ready to let Qing'er deliver them to you."

Qing'er put down the small bamboo basket, picked up the food box on the table next to her, handed it to Zhao Wujiang, patted her gradually majestic breasts, and raised her head slightly:

"Hey, I picked the plum blossoms myself."

"Empress Xie, sister Xie Qing'er."

Zhao Wujiang took the food box, and the warm current in the house was surging, and the atmosphere was also peaceful and close. He could feel that Dugu Mingyue was in a really good mood, and she had no depression during pregnancy at all. It should be that she had a happy event recently.

"Empress, can the medicinal materials be enough? Or what are the discomforts recently?" he asked with a gentle smile.

Dugu Mingyue has a gentle temperament. Over the past few days, she has carefully arranged both herbal medicine and diet, and she cannot do more exercise, which has led to her body being one or two more rounder than before.

She knew that this was a normal state for a woman after she became pregnant, but she would inevitably feel a little lost whenever she thought of this.

Which beauty doesn't want her to be perfect?

"Everything is good..." Dugu Mingyue smiled gently:

"But I'm still asking Lord Zhao to diagnose this for one or two. Lord Zhao is very skilled in medical treatment and can see many things that I don't notice."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, put down the food box, moved away the small stone mill, and sat next to Dugu Mingyue. He gently pinched Dugu Mingyue's white wrist and felt the pulse carefully.

The pulse beats rhythmically, like a heartbeat.

Compared with his previous feelings, Zhao Wujiang could clearly feel the breath of a child in Dugu Mingyue's belly this time.

He couldn't help laughing. After confirming that it was not at all, he leaned over and pressed his ears on Dugu Mingyue's lower abdomen, listening carefully to the sounds that looked like the universe.

Dugu Mingyue's smile became softer and softer. Zhao Wujiang was the one she was close to and a doctor, and she didn't think it was inappropriate to go beyond the rules at all.

Qing'er took a piece of crystal orange plum blossom cake from somewhere, sipped in small bites, her smart big eyes bent into crescent moons, and her pretty face was all satisfied and happy.

"Eh?" Dugu Mingyue suddenly exclaimed. She felt the fetal movement in her abdomen just now, and her expression was both surprised and happy.

Zhao Wujiang also heard the sound, his eyebrows became gentler, and he explained with a smile:

"Normal fetal movement."

Dugu Mingyue was already smiling like a flower, and her eyes were filled with merciful light.

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When leaving Qifeng Palace, Qing'er came to see her off.

She followed Zhao Wujiang with bright eyes and white teeth, and was ecstatic and excited, chirping like orioles, sharing some interesting things recently, or with a resentful look, pouting her mouth and constantly hitting Zhao Wujiang with her shoulders.

The two walked slowly in the official road, and Qing'er seemed to have endless questions, hoping to get Zhao Wujiang's answer.

But Zhao Wujiang just smiled gently, did not answer, nor did he find it noisy.

"Zhao Wujiang, haven't you noticed that I'm different?" Qing'er carried two small hands on her back, her toes bit by bit like a girl's shyness, and she deliberately straightened her small breasts, which were not majestic.

Zhao Wujiang was very thoughtful, so he naturally knew what Qing'er was talking about. He raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"How do you know if you don't touch it? Come on, I'll touch it."

"Hmph." Qing'er turned around and turned around:

"Not touched."

"Then I won't touch it." Zhao Wujiang held two food boxes in his hand, one of which was his, the other one of which was Xuanyuan Jing, or his.

Seeing that Zhao Wujiang was not looking at him, Qing'er pouted, put her hips on her chest and muttered:

"You touch it."

"Don't touch."

"You touch it."

"I won't touch it."

"oops!"
Chapter completed!