Chapter 57: I'm Pregnant with Grandpa's Child! Carefree

  What's that famous saying again?

  A driver who can't be a tailor isn't a good cook. In the past, Xia Chuiqi didn't understand, but now she's figured it out - when living in this world, one must keep some tricks up their sleeve. Someone who runs down a dead-end road is bound to have bubbles in their brain. Look, not listening to the elderly will lead to trouble right before your eyes? Now Xia Chuiqi has bubbles on her brain, quite big and shiny, and when they burst, there's still a bit of sourness left.

  Fortunately, the bubble burst, but a bowl-sized scar remained...

  It's still that small hut.

  Returning to the old place, the local area is very familiar.

  It's just a state of mind, this moment and that moment seem to be slightly different.

  It's unknown how it happened, but sitting in that hut, Xia Zhong suddenly thought of her Chapter 056 United together, regardless of whether they were officials or soldiers

  "In the ranks, we are all one to one, although our positions are different, the affection between officers and soldiers, the love of comrades-in-arms, is even stronger than that of close brothers... Good comrades, dear brothers, the most beautiful thing in life is military life..."

  She hummed repeatedly, looking again and again, but the mirror was still a mirror, and she was still in the woodshed.

  The light was too poor and she couldn't see her own face clearly.

  Why not just dream?

  She rubbed her eyes and patted her face heavily to make sure there was a smile on it before she smiled again.

  In her previous life, she was also a woman who loved beauty and vanity. She would often admire herself in the mirror, posing and thinking that one day, there would be a man who would gently hug her from behind as she got dressed in her military uniform in the morning, softly saying "wife, good morning" and giving her a gentle kiss. However, as she grew older with each passing day, she still hadn't found someone to share meals and a bed with.

  In fact, she didn't know whether the number of times she had been on blind dates was 99 or 100.

  This number is just her nonsense to mock herself.

  Among those men who went on blind dates with me, there must be some excellent ones too.

  It's not that her standards are too high, it's just that she hasn't found someone who meets them.

  Damn it!

  If I had gotten married back then, maybe such a misfortune wouldn't have happened.

  She sat by the brazier, poking at the charcoal, and thought that living in a single room wasn't so bad after all. At night when she slept, she could no longer hear Mei Zi's snores, and this woodshed was fairly clean, except for not being able to find anyone to talk to for three whole days and worrying about the fool's safety, she didn't feel the space was cramped either.

  Yeah, if it were modernized, a studio apartment like this would be worth quite a bit of money, right?

  On the seventh day of summer, I don't resent Zhao Yun.

  The word "hate" has a heart on its left side. Only people with hearts will hate, those without hearts won't understand hate.

  What's the point of hating him anyway? She can't blame anyone else for her own madness. If she gets the chance in the future, she thinks she'll definitely be able to pat him on the shoulder and loudly praise him with a "Good job, buddy, you played a great hand!"

  But now, it's probably too late. From now on, he can be his "aloof" self, she can be her "difficult to deal with" self, each going their separate ways, how wonderful is that?

  Rather than wasting her time hating him, she would rather think carefully about how to live a good life from now on.

  Outside is her yearned-for freedom.

  This great land of the Yan Dynasty, she hasn't even gone to see it yet.

  She didn't want to spend her future days slowly becoming an old lady in prison, or wait for the day when she would be taken back to the capital and have her head chopped off.

  But these days in the woodshed are really damn long.

  After a while, she was really bored and walked to the door again, heavily patting the wooden door, "Hey, is there anyone outside?"

  "What's all the shouting about?" the guard outside replied.

  Xia Zhong Qi suddenly raised the corner of her lips and loudly kicked the door with one foot.

  "I'm bored, let me ask again about your ancestors, how are they?"

  "You——"

  The people outside were furious, but then there was only the sound of the wind left.

  This was already the third time she had blessed Zheng Er Bao's body in three days, and then retreated backwards. But after taking two steps, she hesitated and turned her head back, looking at Zheng Er Bao's puzzled eyes, her face darkened, and she lowered her eyelids.

  "Second Master, there's something else. Chu Qi said that... she's pregnant with our family's child."

  "Ah!"

  Zheng Er Bao's hand shook as he held the soup, his mouth agape and tongue-tied, and he shivered with a chill.

  "Really?"

  Yuè Yù was guessing his expression, "Second Treasure, are you saying that there isn't?"

  "No, nothing's wrong, we're just startled. Let me think about the date, it's really possible." As he muttered to himself, Zheng Erbao saw that Yuemei's face looked bad and comforted her with a habitual smile, lifting up the food box, "Don't worry, go ahead, I'll bring it back to Grandpa later."

  "Thank you, Second Uncle." Yuè Yù smiled extremely gently.

  Watching her slender figure leave, Zheng Er Bao sighed and turned around to hand the nourishing black chicken soup in his hands to a guard outside.

  "Here, take it, I'm rewarding you."

  The guard took it over inexplicably, but also didn't dare say much.

  Zheng Er Bao shook his head and went to the study with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he didn't dare bring that thing in there. These past few days, the master of the house had been moody, and whoever crossed him would suffer. Just the other day, when he suggested letting Yuè Rù serve at night, it already made the master angry. This time, if he brought the soup in again, wouldn't he be asking for a beating? Wasn't he stupid?

  However, he can't lift the nourishing soup.

  What Yuè Yù said, he cannot help but bring it up.

  Chu Qi became pregnant with a child, which would be the emperor's grandson, and this matter was really too big.

  The room is furnished with sandalwood beams and decorated with luxurious furnishings, but it's so quiet that it's a bit frightening.

  Apart from the decorations on the bookshelves and the Four Treasures of the Study, there was only Zhao Zhen in the room. In front of him was a chessboard, and on the small table to his right was a wine jug. As usual, he didn't look for an opponent, but instead played silently with both hands.

  Too quiet.

  The only sound was the soft thud of the pieces falling, and nothing else.

  Zheng Er Bao had been frightened for three whole days. From the day Chu Qi was locked up in the woodshed, this master of the house had been living such a carefree and leisurely life, drinking alone, playing chess, with no expression on his face, and no other hobbies.

  The army outside the camp was actually busy preparing to break camp and return to the capital.

  But this master is the commander-in-chief, and those annoying things will be arranged by his subordinates.

  At first, Zheng Er Bao was worried about him, thinking that the master of his house actually cared about Chu Qi. This time he was detained, and his mood must be bad. But in fact, he had no reaction at all, except for being even less willing to talk to people, it was no different from usual days.

  Zheng Er Bao gradually put his mind at ease.

  But a woman who is only good at domestic affairs, what kind of person is her husband, and how could he really take it to heart?

  He thought it was all over, but that night, just as he was about to throw away the strange pastries left on the table, his master suddenly flew into a rage and kicked him in the ribs, which still hurt to this day.

  It wasn't until later that he found out it was Chu Qi who had done it, and he carefully put the thing away, which is why they've been having good days lately. But it's also strange, before when Chu Qi was around, he would complain about how noisy that guy was, now it's just too quiet, so quiet that he can't even get used to it.

  He steeled himself and slipped quietly inside.

  He glanced at Zhao Zhuo slowly, added tea first, and then coughed dryly.

  Grandpa.

  Zhao Zun acted as if he hadn't heard and didn't respond.

  He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped forward again, slightly stiffening his body. "Sir, Moon Yu came by earlier, she and Mei Zi went to the woodshed to visit Chu Qi..."

  Zhao Zun's hand, which was holding a black chess piece, hesitated for a moment.

  He didn't turn back, Zheng Er Bao hesitated, observing his words and expressions.

  "Chu Qi said that she's pregnant with your child, Master..."

  Zhao Zhuang suddenly lifted his head, and his eyes stared at Zheng Erbao, making him feel uneasy in his heart.

  "Grandfather, if this is really true, then it's really..."

  His face was frozen in a cold expression, Zhao Zun slowly spoke out, his voice carrying a chilling icy tone.

  "What's going on now?"

  As soon as he heard this, Zheng Er Bao's previous doubts were confirmed. The master of his house must have really done something to the girl. Otherwise, if it was just Chu Qi talking nonsense, could the master of his house have such an expression?

  Thinking of this, a hint of joy appeared on Zheng Er Bao's face again.

  "Master, if it's really true that there's something going on, then the child would be the first imperial grandson of our Jin Wang Fu! The Empress Dowager will definitely be overjoyed when she finds out. Even if the Emperor himself hears about it, he'll surely be delighted. And even if Chu Qi has committed a grave offense, considering the birth of the young prince, it's unlikely that anyone would pursue the matter further. Master, this is truly a wonderful thing!"

  "Really?"

  Zhao Zhuo slightly narrowed his eyes, and a face like lacquered black wood reflected a hint of cunning light under the faint glow that seeped in through the window. No one could tell what he was thinking. Zheng Er Bao sensed the situation and felt uneasy as he glanced at him again.

  "Master, in my humble opinion, the woodshed is too damp and lacks sufficient lighting. Although Chu Qi doesn't have a high status, she is still one of your people, and now that she's pregnant with the young master's child, it's not suitable to keep her confined there. Perhaps..."

  "Go down." Zhao Zun's hand, which had been hesitating for a long time, finally moved the chess piece onto the board.

  Zheng Er Bao was slightly taken aback, somewhat unexpected.

  Unexpectedly calm about his family's master's attitude.

  What kind of expression does someone who knows they're going to be a father have?

  Moreover, since she usually doesn't get along with women, now that they get along, there must be some affection.

  Zheng Er glanced at Zhao Zhuo a few times, then slowly bowed and retreated two steps. But before he had even left the room, he suddenly remembered something, first silently reciting "May the Buddha protect me" in his heart, before slowly walking to the front of the desk.

  "Dad, there's something else."

  "Speak." Zhao Zun's voice was even colder than before.

  "Uh... those few pieces of rose cake that are left, are you going to eat them or... You see, although it's the twelfth month, we can't just leave them out like this. They've been out for three days already, if we don't finish them off, I'm afraid they'll go bad."

  Zhao didn't lift his head and didn't look at him.

  Zheng Er Bao swallowed his saliva and sighed, "Alright, take that trash away."

  "Come back."

  A cold voice came from behind, startling Zheng Er Bao's body again.

  His heart had just relaxed and tightened again, he leaned in closer.

  "Is there anything else you'd like me to do, sir?"

  Zhao Zun's face was expressionless, and his tone was also light, "Bring it over to me."

  Zheng Er Bao couldn't help but feel a little curious, "Is that rose cake really so delicious? If you like it, I can have the kitchen make some more. Why eat something cold?"

  With a "click", Zhao Zun's chess piece fell on the board again, three words spoken extremely lightly.

  "It's hard to eat."

  Zheng Er Bao was left speechless.

  His mind is all muddled, one moment he thinks he understands him, and the next moment he feels completely confused.

  He couldn't fathom what was going on in this man's mind. He was just about to leave, feeling frustrated, when he heard Zhao Zhu's low and powerful voice.

  "When you go out, call Chen Jing in."

  Chen Erxi nodded and said "yes", when he left the study, his back was covered in cold sweat.

  ……

  ……

  The warm glow of charcoal fire shines on Xia Zhi's face, soft and gentle.

  She narrowed her eyes slightly, a bright red light shining on her, making it hard for her to open them.

  She kicked the brazier and lay down on that bed, closing her eyes and thinking for a while.

  Will Mei go and do what she said?

  That big-mouthed girl, mustn't forget about her.

  It wasn't until quite some time later that she finally opened her eyes.

  In that woodshed, every single piece of wood inside made her feel disgusted.

  Almost unconsciously, she picked up the book "Qing Nang Shu" that had been discarded on the bed board, dusted it off with a few swipes of her hand, and listlessly flipped it open.

  Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

  The book is still the same book. However, in the blank spaces between each line of text, someone has added bold and powerful comments in regular script font. She remembers that they weren't there a few days ago, which means that these were written in just the past three days?

  It seems that person is also someone who keeps promises.

  She would have been excited to death in the past, and she must have taken a good bite of this "Qing Nang Book" that she had been thinking about for a long time. But now, she doesn't even want to look at half a word, and with a slap, it was thrown onto the bed board again, her fingers too lazy to move another inch.

  "Open the door."

  With a lazy low growl, another familiar voice came from outside the woodshed.

  "General on the right, this... His Highness has ordered..." The guard's voice was mumbling.

  "Are you deaf? Don't you dare ignore me? I have urgent business with Chu Qi. Hurry up, don't drag your feet, or you'll face the consequences!"

  "Yes, young master."

  After a few words outside, Xia Chuyi's originally narrowed eyes slowly opened.

  She sat up from the bed board, smoothed her hair and slowly lifted the corners of her Luo hat.

  It seems like today is the most lively day in the woodshed.

  Fortunately, Mei Zi didn't have a big mouth this time and she really brought what she said.

  Yu Xiao Gong Ye has indeed arrived...

  Digression

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