Chapter 62: Mark, little father, can you carve the word "Yao"?

"My dear, are you awake?"

Xiaohu's voice came from outside the door.

Fang Zhiyue was in a panic and quickly covered himself with the quilt again.

He replied, "...I'm awake. You, you don't need to come in. Go and bring in breakfast."

"yes."

Xiaohu responded at the door and then the footsteps faded away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Zhiyue quickly got out of bed and put on his clothes.

He looked in the mirror again and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw nothing unusual.

Just as he was about to get up, Xiaohu came in with food.

Seeing that he was already dressed, she couldn't help but wonder, "How come you put on your clothes by yourself? You're pregnant now, and it's not convenient for you to move around. You should let Xiaohu help you from now on."

"Yeah, okay..."

Fang Zhiyue's eyes flashed and he nodded.

He pinched the collar and fished it up again, then laughed dryly twice: "I know..."

Xiaohu didn't notice the awkwardness on his face.

After placing the food on the table, she smiled and said, "My dear, come and eat. Uncle Wen made some chicken congee today."

Fang Zhiyue sat down on the stool.

Drink it in small sips.

After he finished a bowl, he was asked to leave.

He gave the order, "We will have guests visiting today. Please be alert. If anyone comes, please go directly to the main hall."

"yes."

Xiaohu retreated.

Not long after, someone came to tell him that a guest had arrived.

Fang Zhiyue stood up, looked at himself in the mirror again, straightened his clothes, and then left the room.

He led Xiaohu to the main hall.

There were four or five young men sitting in the hall. They stood up immediately when they saw him come in.

When I saw Fang Zhiyue's appearance clearly, I was really shocked.

I didn't expect that the county magistrate's husband was pregnant. Judging from the outline of his belly, he must be four or five months pregnant.

Their eyes flashed, and they quickly greeted him: "Hello, my dear..."

Fang Zhiyue sat down in the main seat.

Suddenly facing so many strangers, I felt a little nervous.

He tried to remain calm, and replied in a somewhat tense voice: "...No need to be polite, everyone, please take a seat. Xiaohu, serve tea to all the gentlemen—"

During the tea-serving period——

The man in crimson purple clothes, who was sitting in the first seat on Fang Zhiyue's left, smiled and said:

"My dear Sir and the County Magistrate have been here for so long, we should have paid them a visit long ago. It's really rude of us to come now."

One can tell from his flying eyebrows that he is a very versatile person.

The few guys who came to visit today should be led by him.

After the words fell, the others echoed:

"Mr. Cheng is right. We should have come to visit a long time ago."

"Yes, my dear, please don't blame me."

"My dear gentlemen, your words are too kind..."

Fang Zhiyue pursed his lips and chuckled softly, reaching out to touch his belly, "You can see that I'm pregnant, so it's not convenient for me to entertain guests. Besides, my wife has just taken office and has a lot of official duties, so she really can't spare the time."

“Yes, yes…”

Several people quickly responded, "The county magistrate is a talented man. Although he is young, he has accomplished a lot. He has been making great efforts to reform things in just one month. I heard from my wife that the county magistrate has issued several decrees. Lin'an County will surely become better and better under his leadership."

Mr. Cheng is a man of many words, and he can always come up with compliments.

He looked at Fang Zhiyue and praised him again, "I think the county magistrate is not only excellent in handling government affairs, but also extremely infatuated in love. Even when you were pregnant, you were reluctant to leave me in the capital. You really can't leave me for a moment. Unlike my wife, she is now annoyed by the sight of my old face and only knows how to linger on the weeds outside."

The others followed suit.

Fang Zhiyue just smiled shyly and said nothing.

Mr. Cheng took a deep breath and continued, "My dear, you are truly blessed. I hope the county magistrate will tell you everything he wants to say."

His eyes rolled around, and he asked casually, "I heard from my wife that the county magistrate intends to crack down on the bandits around here. They're a brutal and cunning gang. Could it be that he's already figured out their stronghold in such a short time?"

"I haven't heard my wife mention this..."

Fang Zhiyue smiled at him sheepishly, his eyes clear as day: "She never brings up official business matters in front of me."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Fulang's expression froze noticeably.

But she soon returned to normal, "This is normal. After all, my husband is pregnant now. How can the county magistrate tell her about these troubles?"

After that, he never mentioned it again.

It was almost noon when they got up to say goodbye and leave.

Fang Zhiyue asked Xiaohu and Uncle Wen to send the person out together.

After everyone left, he pinched his eyebrows tiredly.

A tall figure stood in front of him at some point.

She replaced his hand, pressed on his solar plexus, and asked softly, "Are you tired?"

"When did you come?"

Fang Zhiyue looked up in surprise.

Si Yao simply held him up and sat him on his body, continuing to massage him: "I came here after they left. Thank you for your hard work today, little father. Did they ask anything?"

"Then Mr. Cheng asked about the bandit suppression..."

Fang Zhiyue said as he snuggled in her arms.

Si Yao's eyes darkened for a moment when he heard that.

Then she carried him towards the house where they lived. "I don't have any business today. I'll sleep with you for a while. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first?"

"I'm not hungry, I just want to sleep..."

Fang Zhiyue shook his head.

He didn't get enough rest last night, and he was tense for so long today that his strength was already exhausted.

Si Yao looked at his drowsy appearance. He didn't even have time to care that she was holding him in her arms in broad daylight. It was obvious that he was really tired.

A trace of heartache flashed across her eyes, and she lowered her head and gently touched his forehead.

"Go to sleep..."

After lying down on the bed with him, she put her arms around his waist and patted him gently.

I slept until dusk.

When Fang Zhiyue woke up, Si Yao was still by his side.

She spoke softly, "Are you awake?"

Fang Zhiyue blinked in a daze and nodded blankly.

After being stunned for a while, he finally came to his senses.

"Sister Yao, have you always been here?"

"Um…"

Si Yao responded.

He helped him sit up and carried him directly off the bed.

"Are you hungry? I'll ask Uncle Wen to make some porridge and bring it over."

Fang Zhiyue was put on a stool by her and watched her leave the house obediently.

When she came back, she was still sitting there obediently.

Si Yao couldn't help but chuckle, "Why are you so obedient, little father? Aren't you tired of holding your back straight all the time?"

She sat down beside him, her palms naturally pinching his lower back to relieve the soreness.

Fang Zhiyue squinted his eyes comfortably.

He snuggled up to her more and more like a kitten.

He casually asked, "Sister Yao, what exactly did those guys come here for today? Is it related to your bandit suppression?"

"Um…"

Si Yao didn't stop and didn't hide anything.

"It is indeed related. They are here to test the waters."

She had learned from Shi Qi that the bandits hiding around Lin'an County were so rampant because they had someone behind them, and it was very likely connected to these local gentry. Linzhou's Pei Zhizhou was an inactive, drunken, and womanizing man, which had caused them to become even more rampant.

Si Yao is now collecting evidence, just waiting to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Shi Qi had already informed her of the bandits' strongholds. As long as she dealt with these gentry, there would be nothing to fear from the bandits.

"Little father, don't pay attention to them. After this time, they won't come to your house again."

If she was not forced by the situation, she would not want Fang Zhiyue to come into contact with these outsiders.

She doesn't like too many people drawing his attention.

Fang Zhiyue could tell that she didn't want to continue this topic.

I thought she didn't like him asking about these official matters.

He pursed his lips and replied, "I understand..."

Just at this time, Uncle Wen asked Xiaohu to bring in the food.

Fang Zhiyue pushed Si Yao's hand away and sat down steadily.

He picked up the spoon and started drinking the porridge.

Si Yao also accompanied him to use some.

After the two of them finished their meal, Si Yao took him for a walk in the yard before taking him back to his room to rest.

Fang Zhiyue had just laid down on the bed.

Seeing that she was covering him again, he immediately pushed her shoulders and widened his eyes: "What are you doing? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm afraid I'll be busy again tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't be able to be close to you for a few days. Can you please have some pity on me, little father?"

She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Before Fang Zhiyue could speak.

She couldn't wait to rush in and entangled her tongue with his and started sucking it.

Fang Zhiyue just felt a chill on his body.

By the time I reacted, she had already stripped me clean.

The red marks left last night had not completely disappeared. When Si Yao saw it, his eyes became hot and his breathing became heavier.

She followed those marks again and looked at the flowers blooming again on his body, with a deep satisfaction in her eyes.

She bit his earlobe and sighed, "Little Father, how about I carve my name on the crook of your neck? That way, no matter where you go, everyone will know that you belong to me."

"don't want!"

Fang Zhiyue was shocked.

I don't know why she came up with such a crazy idea out of the blue.

He shook his head: "I'm afraid of pain, Sister Yao... and I'm pregnant."

“It doesn’t hurt…”

Si Yao was still discussing with him, her fangs gently rubbing his earlobe, wearing down his will: "Just carve the word 'Yao', it will be over soon..."

“I, I don’t want to…”

Fang Zhiyue couldn't help shaking her shoulders as he bit her sensitive earlobe.

She refused with a crying voice.

He refused to give in no matter what.

His body couldn't stand any stimulation now, and he soon became weak in the knees.

It's sticky and very uncomfortable.

Seeing that he looked like he was in a bad mood, Si Yao finally relented, but she was still unwilling to give up and rubbed his neck twice with her fingertips.

That night, Fang Zhiyue spent another night in a daze.

When I woke up in the morning, that trembling feeling seemed to still linger on my body.

It took him a long time to sit up.

Looking at the new red marks, she couldn't help but pursed her lips.

I don’t know if it was intentional revenge on him, but Si Yao deliberately left an obvious mark behind his ear, which could not be covered even with clothes.

He sat on the stool in frustration, and finally could only change his hairstyle awkwardly.