The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

The ministers quickly noticed that His Majesty's state was not right,

"What's wrong, Your Majesty!?"

"But feeling unwell?"

"Call the imperial doctor quickly."

The veins on Si Yu's forehead collapsed, and he tried hard to contain the sour water in his throat, and said indifferently, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't need an imperial doctor."

After finishing speaking, he just felt dizzy in his head.

Because of morning sickness, Si Yu hasn't been able to eat since last night, throwing up whatever she eats.

At this moment, he went to court for another hour in a row, but he couldn't hold it any longer, and passed out on the dragon seat.

*

Chaos in the court.

The fainted His Majesty was sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, followed by Song Zhao.

Facing the concerns of the ministers, Song Zhao comforted him and said, "Your Majesty is unwell and needs long-term recuperation. I am here to ask for leave on behalf of Your Majesty until I give birth."

"Why?"

The ministers were at a loss.

With that comes dissatisfaction.

"Empress Empress, I dare to say admonishment. Your Majesty has asked for three months of leave for the Empress Empress, so that the Empress Empress can wait for the birth with peace of mind, I have no complaints.

But if your majesty still delays the birth of the empress, it would be too disrespectful to the government and the people, how can you convince them? "

The ministers were filled with righteous indignation.

They were already dissatisfied.

It's just that he didn't bluntly say that Song Zhao has harmed the country and the people, and His Majesty Gou ignored the government.

In order to appease the anger in the hearts of the ministers, Song Zhao had no choice but to tell the story of His Majesty suffering from Maternal Syndrome.

Rather than making His Majesty lose his heart, let's tell the truth.

When Song Zhao's words fell.

The angry voice stopped abruptly.

As a result, all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew that their Majesty was suffering from pregnant mother syndrome because of his excessive concern for the empress.

After digesting such absurd and funny news, the ministers are still very entangled.

Of course they mainly focus on His Majesty's body, but if His Majesty does not deal with the government affairs for ten consecutive months and spreads it outside, it is inevitable to shake the hearts of the people.

I can't declare all over the capital that His Majesty suffers from Maternal Syndrome...

The dignity of the Dasheng emperor must be maintained.

Song Zhao had already thought about it,

"The early court will be canceled because His Majesty is unwell, and all the memorials of other courtiers will be sent to the Jiaofang Hall, and I will handle it on behalf of Your Majesty."

With the affection between His Majesty and the Empress, the ministers were not worried that Song Zhao would interfere in the government affairs.

For the sake of the overall situation, they could only agree to Song Zhao's proposal.

So Si Yu naturally started his "pregnancy" recuperation life, while Song Zhao "worked to support his family"

The identities of the two are reversed.

After suffering from morning sickness for a month, Si Yu's appetite finally returned.

But now his taste has become very strange. He, who didn't eat spicy food before, has become addicted to spicy food.

And he always likes to be a demon in the middle of the night, every day from 1 to 2 o'clock, he will pester Song Zhao to eat sweets.

He was quite demanding, and ordered to eat what Song Zhao made by himself, otherwise he would not be able to sleep all night, and Song Zhao would not be able to sleep well.

Song Zhao knows that Si Yu is currently taking the blame for himself, and he will do whatever he wants without complaint.

In May, Song Zhao began to show his bosom.

Si Yu also became sore with his feet edema.

He has become clingier.

But Song Zhao has to deal with the memorial every day with a full stomach, and it takes a whole day to deal with it.

Sometimes it was too late to deal with it, and when he came back, Si Yu was lying in bed, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still refused to sleep.

"Why are you so busy recently? Can't you come back earlier?" Si Yuni complained beside Song Zhao.

He has been tossed by the pregnant mother syndrome for several months, and now the sense of substitution is so strong that his mentality is completely pregnant.

"Are you impatient with me? Don't want to accompany me?"

Si Yu kept asking questions.

Song Zhao was tired, and kissed him perfunctorily, "Don't think about it, okay, isn't this about dealing with the memorial? You know, I like you the most, I love you the most."

Si Yu paused for a while, and asked Song Zhao a soul question,

"Then if the child is born and he falls into the water at the same time as me, who will you save?"

Song Zhao, "..."

I choose to let you die together.

*

The days flew by, and Song Zhao was eight months pregnant.

Her belly is round, her figure has not changed much in general, and her face is more rosy than before pregnancy.

Because all the pain during pregnancy was borne by Si Yu, Song Zhao felt very comfortable throughout her pregnancy. If it wasn't for her round belly, she would have thought she wasn't pregnant.

Now that Si Yu has passed all the uncomfortable and hypocritical pregnancy, he resumed his morning court.

Due to the good supplementation during pregnancy, Si Yu's biggest change is gaining weight.

In fact, there are not many fat people. For his eight-foot-two height, it is a standard weight.

But because Si Yu's outline is too deep, the sense of line changes obviously when he grows flesh a little.

From sharp to soft.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were talking behind their backs that their handsome emperor might be about to start developing in the direction of a big belly.

"As long as it's for my little princess, what's growing meat?"

When he said this, Si Yu was leaning on the armchair, holding the titles bestowed on the little princess by the Ministry of Internal Affairs in his hand and screening them one by one.

He looked happy and free-spirited.

Song Zhaobai glanced at him.

I don't know who is asking him whether the child is important or he is important.

Always twisted crazily between a loving father and a jealous jar.

Half a month before the due date, Si Yu couldn't wait to announce the title of the little princess in the court hall.

Princess Changning.

As soon as the announcement was made, someone from the palace came to report that the empress's fetus started early and her amniotic fluid broke.

Changning is about to be born.

Si Yu's mind went blank for a moment, and then he went crazy and ran to Jiaofang Hall.

After running a few steps, a piercing pain hit my body.

Si Yu was so painful that he couldn't walk, and finally came to Jiaofangdian in a charming carriage.

When he arrived, Song Zhao was already preparing for delivery.

More than a dozen Wen women surrounded Song Zhao, feeding bird's nest to replenish strength and wiping sweat.

The old lady Song and the Yun family entered the palace to take care of Song Zhao half a month ago, and they are accompanying Song Zhao to give birth at this time.

Seeing His Majesty coming in with his body bowed and uncomfortable, Mrs. Song said, "Your Majesty, the house is bloody. You should wait outside the hall."

"I want to accompany the queen."

Si Yu knelt down beside Song Zhao and stroked Song Zhao's hair.

His worried eyes were red, and he spoke hoarsely, enduring the pain in his stomach, "How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Song Zhao curled his eyelashes and smiled.

She tilted her head and kissed the man's warm palm, "I'm fine, I don't feel anything."

"Five fingers opened! How can the empress open her fingers so fast." The lady Wen said in surprise.

Yun became nervous, "I have five fingers, Zhaozhao, just call out when you are in pain, don't hold yourself back."

Song Zhao said innocently that it didn't hurt, she really didn't feel it.

"Hmm... ah!"

Si Yu's low muffled hum rang in his ears.

His body curled up and twitched, his face was covered with sweat, and his veins throbbed and fluctuated on his neck.

Song Zhao hurriedly asked, "Is Your Majesty okay?"

Si Yu's tears suddenly fell, "I hurt."

Everyone, "..."

The empress didn't even say it hurts during childbirth, so why does your majesty hurt?

There is no one who feels distressed like this.

Song Zhao frowned and suddenly realized.

She doesn't hurt.

Maybe it's all hurting Si Yu.

Quickly asked Biqing to come over with a mattress and spread it under her bed so that Si Yu could lie on it.

Up and down, she couldn't touch Si Yu, so she could only stare at him with encouraging eyes, "Hold on."

"Don't be afraid, take a deep breath with me."

"I am here."

Si Yu grabbed the mattress under him with both hands, almost tore through the fabric, and the back of his hands was covered with cold sweat, soaking his whole body.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, relying entirely on a belief, and cheered himself up unsteadily, "It's okay, for Ningning, I can bear it."

The dark pain lasted for half an hour.

Si Yu couldn't stand it anymore.

At last there was the piercing and loud cry of the child.

"Hey, it's finally born!"

Mrs. Song and Mrs. Yun moved over excitedly to watch.

Si Yu also slowly regained some thoughts from the severe pain.

He bent his elbows to the ground and sat up firmly.

"My Ning Ning has come out?"

The old lady Song came over with the child in her arms, and hugged Si Yu and Song Zhao excitedly.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, you are such a chubby little prince!"

Although he knew that His Majesty wanted a princess, to the old matriarch, as long as it was his grandson, men and women were the same.

The moment Si Yu heard the little prince, his pupils trembled and even his eyelids trembled.

He has suffered a full ten months of pregnancy pain.

In the end, the little prince was born!

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Si Yushe is dead.

Don't laugh, save face.