Chapter 117 Drawing a Picture for Ah Shu

Meng Mingshu wanted to cry but had no tears. She didn't know where Xiao Yan got so much energy, and he always focused on her alone.

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

"Court affairs, memorials..."

Xiao Yan placed Meng Mingshu on the thick, soft carpet and reached out to untie her clothes:

"I'll review the memorials after you fall asleep. As for the affairs of state, your husband will already be attending the morning court while you're still asleep."

Sometimes when Xiao Yan came back from the morning court, Meng Mingshu was still asleep.

"Being an emperor is certainly not an easy job, but the morning court session is so long. Let the ministers cut the crap and get straight to the point. Then the issues that need to be resolved can be resolved during the morning court session."

Xiao Yan didn't like to hear any flattery, and he didn't like to hear nonsense even more.

He is the one sitting on the throne now, and everything must go according to his will.

The reason why I was so busy these days was to train this group of ministers.

After all these days, those ministers are no fools.

After knowing that the emperor would not accept flattery, he began to work diligently.

The efficiency of handling state affairs was naturally higher.

"Wouldn't it be nice for your husband to spend more time with you?"

Xiao Yan held her face, bent down and kissed her:

"When I first ascended the throne, who was it that missed me the most?"

Meng Mingshu's hands were tightly clasped on the carpet by Xiao Yan.

The more she tried to hide, the more ferocious Xiao Yan became and the harder he kissed her.

She subconsciously leaned back, but Xiao Yan's broad palm pressed down on her back, and Meng Mingshu had no way to retreat.

“Enough…enough.”

Meng Mingshu was panting heavily, and her long eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly.

She was kissed so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Xiao Yan touched her beautiful eyebrows with his big hands, and rubbed Meng Mingshu's moist lips with his fingertips:

"Okay, I'll listen to you and stop kissing."

Meng Mingshu's face lit up with joy, but before she could be happy, she heard Xiao Yan's voice again:

"Then, in return for the favor, shouldn't Ah Shu also listen to her husband?"

Meng Mingshu raised her snow-white face, held her belly, and asked tentatively:

"Can I not listen?"

"The baby in my belly doesn't want to hear it either."

Xiao Yan lowered his head and looked at Meng Mingshu's belly. He lifted her skirt with his hand and stroked the round and bulging belly from top to bottom.

Meng Mingshu has been pregnant for more than seven months. Her belly is getting bigger day by day, but her waist is not bloated.

Although he knew that this was his child, the seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan had no impression of it at all.

In his heart, this is another child of him and Meng Mingshu.

He also wanted a real child with Meng Mingshu.

After this idea came up, Xiao Yan could no longer suppress it.

Lately, he's been worried that his seventeen-year-old self will disappear and be replaced by another version of himself.

"not good."

Meng Mingshu held her belly, hoping that Xiao Yan would not be so hateful for the sake of the child.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated.

"The child also wants to see his mother wearing beautiful clothes."

Xiao Yan touched Meng Mingshu's belly and spoke shamelessly.

"After you try on all these clothes, your husband will let you go up."

"really?"

Xiao Yan nodded.

Meng Mingshu lowered her head and began to think.

At times, the seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan was even worse than he was in his twenties.

Meng Mingshu had a premonition that if she didn't agree, she might not be able to return to the bedroom until tomorrow.

It is even possible to be locked up here for a few days.

Tuan'er was sent to the imperial study by Xiao Yan to study.

Since she passed away, Tuan'er has been reading books every day, so obsessed that she doesn't even think about her mother.

So let alone a few days, even if he was locked up for ten days or half a month, Tuan'er might not be able to find him.

If Xiao Yan sent Tuan'er out of the palace and asked his mother and elder sister to help take care of her, it would be even more difficult for Meng Mingshu to leave.

"good."

After weighing the pros and cons several times, Meng Mingshu nodded.

Xiao Yan passed these extremely light and transparent gauze skirts through the gap.

Only when Meng Mingshu held them in her hands did she realize that the clothes were almost weightless.

"I'm changing my clothes, you're not allowed to watch."

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, just smiled and turned his back.

Meng Mingshu was a little surprised that Xiao Yan, this bad guy, would cooperate so well.

But she couldn't care less at the moment, and her slender jade fingers slowly untied her palace skirt.

When it came to her tube top and undergarments, Meng Mingshu hesitated.

When she was blushing and struggling, Xiao Yan ordered, "Take it all off."

Meng Mingshu suddenly looked up and saw Xiao Yan staring at her with deep dark eyes.

"You are not allowed to look!"

Xiao Yan pulled a malicious smile from the corner of his mouth: "It's not like you haven't seen it before, hurry up, don't delay."

"Ashu still wants me to come in person."

"don't want."

Meng Mingshu quickly took action: "I can do it myself."

After taking off all her clothes, Meng Mingshu's cheeks were burning hot, and even the tips of her white porcelain ears were stained red.

She could feel Xiao Yan's gaze on her without even looking up.

Straight as a wolf,

From the fair cheeks to the small chin, and finally the sight...

It seems like not letting go of every inch of skin.

Meng Mingshu's eyes were filled with mist when she was looked at by him, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Keep changing."

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple rolled, veins on the back of his hands bulged, and he couldn't help but urge.

He personally drew the designs for these clothes and had them prepared.

The length of the plain skirt looked similar to that of an ordinary skirt, but after getting it, Xiao Yan cut it himself with scissors.

The length remained the same, but the skirt was cut open, with some fabric removed, and the fabric at the shoulders was also cut off completely.

The skirt also has no waistband, but is sewn together.

Only a few layers of thin gauze were used, and the waist was extremely thin. Apart from that, it was no different from an ordinary skirt.

If Meng Mingshu wasn't pregnant, she should be able to fit into this plain skirt, but it's very tight around the chest.

But now...

Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with expectation, and he stared at Meng Mingshu viciously.

Sure enough, no matter how hard Meng Mingshu tried, she couldn't wear this plain skirt.

After finally pulling it off the chest, it got stuck in the stomach.

Meng Mingshu was so anxious that she was about to cry. She tried to pull it down, but it didn't work.

"Xiao Yan, you did it on purpose."

With tears in her eyes, Meng Mingshu looked up at Xiao Yan accusingly.

But the moment she met his gaze, Meng Mingshu was startled.

Xiao Yan stared at her without blinking, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"My husband is here to help you."

Xiao Yan opened the lock and walked in with his back bent.

Meng Mingshu's chest was heaving violently out of fear, and her long hair scattered on her shoulders trembled.

"Husband..."

"Can you please stop trying?"

Meng Mingshu softened her voice and begged Xiao Yan like a little animal, trying to make him soften his heart.

But unfortunately Xiao Yan remained unmoved.

He applied slight pressure with the back of his hand, which was covered with veins, and the skirt was torn open.

"Ashu, look, it's already on."

"Our Ah Shu can't even put on her clothes properly. It's true that she can't do without her husband."

Meng Mingshu subconsciously crossed her arms across her chest, trying to cover her chest and stomach.

Her eyes were misty with shame.

How can this be considered well-dressed? It's simply...

"Don't cry. You can't cry when you're pregnant."

Xiao Yan wiped the tears from Meng Mingshu's cheeks with his big hands:

"My husband, please draw a picture for Ah Shu. It will be ready soon."