Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

"I want it?"

Heliancheng spoke ambiguously in love, and generously offered his kindness.

"Since Concubine Ai has spoken, I will naturally accept it."

He hugged Su Haitang on the road, and the golden embroidered dragon's curtain fell down to block the line of sight, so he let go of his hands and feet to do whatever he wanted.

"Ai concubine wants to conceive an heir for me, I will give it to you."

It was ridiculous overnight.

When he woke up in bright light the next day, Su Haitang lazily didn't want to move a finger.

This body is still a bit immature, not suitable for gestating offspring, not to mention that she is now occupying the body, and if she is really pregnant, it will consume twice as much energy.

What's more, she doesn't really want to leave too much involvement here.

With a child, there is an unbreakable concern.

"No children, no favors."

Xiaoyu inserted the knife mercilessly. He has recently become fascinated by the old sayings, and read a novel about the imperial concubine master while eating snacks, reading it with gusto.

"When I leave, call the original master student."

Su Haitang's mouth twitched again, and asked angrily, "Xiaoyu, what are you doing now, can I enter the space?"

At certain embarrassing moments, she wants to hide!

"Reluctantly."

Xiaoyu curled her mouth and dangled her calf leisurely, but her voice was pretending to be angry.

"But I remind you that Cheng Yuanzheng's situation is more serious than you, and you can't sleep well. It will be even worse if the time is delayed."

Su Haitang choked and sighed in silence for a few seconds. "I understand."

Heliancheng found that his little pearl seemed to be really awakened.

Not only did he talk too much when facing him, he even responded jerkily to his requests. Even though he was so tired that he was crying for mercy, he was just begging for mercy and crying tired.

She even chose a pair of ice silk silk material, learned how to cut it with the maid, and wanted to make him trousers.

Seeing her a little awkwardly and carefully comparing the stitches, pulling out a long thread little by little, because of her concentrated expression and even fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, Heliancheng felt how to look and how to love.

He looked at it for a while, and couldn't help holding the person into his arms. He took the folder and looked at it. She did her own needlework.

Su Haitang exclaimed and looked at the silver needle "unintentionally" stuck on the man's arm, but he had to pretend to be pulled out to plead guilty.

"Is the emperor okay? His concubines will die."

"Help me blow."

He Liancheng squeezed the waist that she wanted to break away, and stretched out her slightly injured arm in front of her.

"It's better to call a doctor."

Su Haitang looked concerned.

"A little injury, don't have to stir up the crowd. Ai Fei will give me a kiss."

He Liancheng casually approved the memorial and threw it aside, and gave her a smile.

Su Haitang threw away the tricks in his hand with a sad face, pouting himself.

"The concubine is clumsy, can't do the simplest stitching well, and accidentally hurt the emperor, concubine, concubine..."

Su Haitang turned away in anger, covering her face and crying silently.

"You have a temper again. I thought you've grown up a little bit. The squeamishness in this bone can't be changed."

He Liancheng hugged her softly, picked up the fabric with only a few stitches, and stuffed it into her hand.

"I'm waiting for you to make clothes. Slowly and not afraid. Fortunately, it hit me. If it hurts you, it's here that I hurt."

He Liancheng held her hand and pressed it to her chest, his eyes deep.

Su Haitang looked at those cold eyes with some bewilderment.

The shape of the eyes was exactly the same as Cheng Yuanzheng, but the expressions in his eyes were somewhat similar and somewhat different.

"Cheng Yuan?"

She yelled tentatively.

Because the emperor’s name had a city character, she had to shout one more character.