I'm pregnant, and it's already three months.

When Wen Mingyu heard this, his mind went blank and he was completely confused.

When I heard the news, the first thing that came over me was not joy, but shock and surprise, and an unreal feeling like I was dreaming. Isn't it a false pregnancy? I always thought it was a false pregnancy.

Mu Zhan, who was sitting next to him, looked even more surprised, as if he didn't quite believe it, "Take the diagnosis more seriously and don't make any mistakes."

The imperial doctor was stunned for a moment, after all, usually at this time, a new father can't help but be overjoyed. However, it is understandable that something happened a few years ago, so the Holy Father is more cautious, and it is normal not to want to be happy in vain.

Several imperial doctors took the pulse and after careful discussion, gave the exact answer that she was pregnant.

This matter can be said to be basically correct.

Mu Zhan ordered the imperial doctors to prepare an abortion plan and ensure the queen's health, so he waved them away.

Only Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan were left in the hall.

Both of them were recalling what time it was three months ago, weren't they all...wait.

"Dragon chair!"

Wen Mingyu suddenly realized that it was during the fever period, and they were too anxious and out of control, so they did not take any measures at all. During this period, the pregnancy rate was relatively high, so they won the lottery all at once.

Mu Zhan's expression didn't change much, but there was an obvious surge of emotion in his eyes, and he was slightly annoyed, "My fault."

Wen Mingyu felt a little strange after hearing this, "Why did you admit your mistake? This is a matter between the two of us. I, I...can't control it."

As he spoke, he felt a little guilty and his ears turned red.

Mu Zhan couldn't help but smile and reached out to touch his ears.

Wen Mingyu hid for a moment and went to pinch his, but Mu Zhan didn't hide and even put his arms around his waist to make it easier for him to move.

Although the imperial doctor was sure, Wen Mingyu was still in a daze, unable to accept this huge change immediately, and subconsciously touched his stomach.

"We really have a child, I don't know if it's a boy or a girl."

"all good."

Regardless of whether he is a prince or a princess, he will be pampered and nurtured equally.

Mu Zhan also stretched out his hand, put it on his stomach through his clothes, and felt an indescribably subtle feeling in his heart.

...Has he really become the father?

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan looked at each other and suddenly laughed. Because this feeling was so similar. They had had false pregnancies before, and it seemed that this time it was really like a second child, or a third child. However,

With those experiences, in a certain sense, they are considered experiences, so there is no need to panic this time.

Although the arrival of the child was somewhat unexpected and outside of their short-term plans, they had originally planned to consider it later. But when it finally happened, after they were surprised, they slowly accepted it and began to make preparations.

It's only been three months now, but everything in the royal family is very grand, not to mention that it concerns the emperor's heir, which is extremely important. There is no harm in being prepared early.

Wen Mingyu and Mu Zhan discussed what to do in the future.

"Isn't it very hard to be a Hanlin editor? Why don't you take a rest first to raise your baby?"

Because of the false pregnancy in the past, Mu Zhan deliberately read some related books and knew that pregnancy is very hard, and doing tiring work at this time is even more burdensome. So he was worried that Wen Mingyu's body wouldn't be able to bear it.

Wen Mingyu asked for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, I've adapted to it now. I can do everything quickly, and the affairs are not too heavy, so I can handle it."

‌ He paused for fear that Mu Zhan would be worried, and then said: "The imperial doctor said that the pulse is stable, and he will check the pulse regularly in the future. ‌ If there is any problem, it will not be too late for me to take sick leave. It has only been three months since I started working.

It doesn’t make sense to take a long sick leave right away.”

Mu Zhan nodded and agreed with ‌’s idea. He had no choice but to stay in Taiji Hall to raise the baby and put the emperor’s heir first. After all, although the child was theirs, they had just learned that there was no relationship between them.

, Wen Mingyu is what he values ​​the most, and his priority is of course Wen Mingyu’s thoughts and health.

"Always pay attention to your health and don't force yourself."

Wen Mingyu smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

But think about it, Zai Zai is really strong in his belly. He happened to be here when he was busy at work, and he is still fine. Nothing happened. He is very lucky.

Suddenly I became pregnant, and my life has undergone tremendous changes, but many things are still the same as usual, but there are a lot more things that need to be paid attention to.

Wen Mingyu left and continued his ancient days of going to work.

Fortunately, the problem of morning sickness was not serious. Wen Mingyu could suppress it by eating some sour foods. In addition, there were anti-fetal drugs prescribed by the imperial doctor, which could relieve the uncomfortable symptoms of pregnancy without affecting her normal life.

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Except for the occasional touch of her belly that Wen Mingyu couldn't help but touch, the rest of the time was the same as before. There seemed to be no difference.

‌ Working calmly and seriously, he did not fall behind at all, but his efficiency became even higher, which stimulated Wei Chen's competitive mentality, and he began to secretly compete without realizing it.

During the break, he picked up some green sour fruit and ate it with great enjoyment. Just looking at it made Wei Chen feel sour that his teeth softened. He wrinkled his face and stared at Wen Ming as if he were a non-human being.

Jade.

Other colleagues also admired it very much. After tasting one, they trembled with soreness.

Because of this, everyone expanded the topic and talked about some special foods. Some of them had seen it before, and some of them saw it while reading. They smelled bad but tasted delicious. They looked dark but very sweet. They only ate them.

The juice spits out the meat... there are all kinds of weird things, and it seems that Wen Mingyu likes to eat sour fruits, which is very ordinary.

A colleague also revealed that he loves to eat stinky tofu, saying that it has a strange aroma in the stench, and he can't help but eat it again. But he has to go to work in the palace, so he can't smell it, so he has to eat it when he is taking a bath.

‌Describing the taste, it's crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It's fragrant and fragrant. With the addition of chili garlic sauce, etc., it's so delicious that you can't wait to swallow it with your tongue.

The way those two eyes were shining made everyone around them greedy. They couldn't help but salivate, and they even agreed to try it together next time.

Wen Mingyu looked at everyone gathered in a group chatting. They were completely different from their usual serious and serious appearance, and they were extraordinarily down-to-earth. Uncontrollably, he imagined several officials wearing regular clothes standing in front of a street stall.

The image of a person holding a bowl of blue-black stinky tofu and eating it with gusto makes me want to laugh. It’s so cute.

However, I have to say, I really want to try it, but I have never tried it!

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but swallowed. She really wanted to eat together, but she had better ask the imperial doctor first to see if she could eat it, ugh.

After chatting for a few words, everyone quickly returned to work.

Not long after, Mu Zhan came over. The Hanlin officials secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Holy Emperor came over this time. If it had been earlier, they would have been caught slacking off.

Everyone bowed respectfully and waited for the Holy One to tell them the purpose of coming here.

But Mu Zhan had nothing to do and was looking for someone. He just came to see Wen Mingyu's condition. After all, he was still worried. Fortunately, Wen Mingyu was from Hanlin and was close, so he could find an excuse to hang out.

However, Wen Mingyu himself had no consciousness and actually thought that Mu Zhan had some purpose just like others.

Mu Zhan's eyes flashed with a little helplessness.

Wei Chen had a habit of recording daily notes. As soon as the Holy One appeared, his eyes could not help but drift over and pay attention to what the Holy One had done.

Then, I discovered that the Holy One was watching the editor again, and he was watching even more than before.

Wei Chen's hands itched and he really wanted to take a note and write it down, but the Queen refused to give it. The Emperor listened to the Queen again and felt uncomfortable.

Wei Chen pursed his lips and puffed up his face, but he didn't realize it at all.

Because Mu Zhan came to hang out from time to time, the Hanlin staff were under great pressure, and their work efficiency suddenly increased. However, they also felt that their hair loss had become more serious, and they were in danger of going bald.

At this time, from an angle that was not easily noticed by others, Wen Mingyu tilted his head, retched secretly, and his face turned a little pale.

Mu Zhan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Wen Mingyu, come here with me."

Just take the person away.

Everyone else couldn't help but guess why the Lord asked people to come over. Isn't it because he was dissatisfied? Should he punish Wen Mingyu? After getting along with each other during this time, everyone still has a good impression of these outstanding newcomers who are working hard to make progress. No.

I hope something happens.

Wei Chen was very calm and not worried, "It's okay."

Colleagues asked: "How are you sure?"

Wei Chen said sarcastically: "I can deduce it based on my intelligence."

Colleague: "..."

I take back what I said before, not every newcomer is cute, this one is very annoying.

But no one could have imagined that, in fact, the Holy Spirit called the man over just to let him rest openly.

Mu Zhan first asked Wen Mingyu to eat something that could relieve morning sickness and make his stomach feel better. After learning that he was pregnant, Mu Zhan ordered Wen Mingyu to keep these things on hand so that Wen Mingyu could eat them at any time no matter where he was.

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Mu Zhan also put his warm hands on his belly and touched it gently, using the warmth of his palms to make him feel better.

After pregnancy, people will become sleepy.

Wen Mingyu originally wanted to help draft the edict, but was pushed to the couch by Mu Zhan and ordered to sleep.

He was still wrapped in Mu Zhan's robe, like he had made a simple nest, curled up and lying in it, like a cooked shrimp. Surrounded by the familiar wine-scented pheromones, it made people feel

Don't worry, it didn't take long before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Mu Zhan looked at ‌ for a while, picked up ‌'s long hanging hair, and put it back on the couch. Then he turned to deal with political affairs. He also drafted an edict in Wen Mingyu's handwriting to make it reasonable for ‌ to be made here.

An excuse to wait.

Wen Mingyu thought about it and squinted for a while, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, half an hour had passed.

‌ With a start, he got up from the couch, holding his hands on the soft mattress, with a confused look on his face, obviously not fully awake.

When Mu Zhan heard the noise, he turned around and looked over, and saw him hugging his robe tightly, his hair slightly messy hanging on his shoulders and chest, and his clothes slightly open. The aroma of fruit and wine blended together,

Can't tell the difference at all.

Mu Zhan stood up, walked straight towards ‌, and asked in a warm voice: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wen Mingyu shook his head dully, but his body was unnaturally stiff, as if he didn't dare to move.

Mu Zhan noticed something was wrong and thought he was feeling unwell. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
To be continued...