The twenty-second year of Qingwu.
It's spring.
The water in the river channel turned green, and the mountains on both sides were gradually dyed with thick or thin, deep or shallow emerald green or dark blue.
It is truly a beautiful picture full of spring.
On the wide river, dozens of luxurious boats were sailing slowly and in a high-profile manner.
The dragon boat, which was guarded by dozens of boats, had nine noble and arrogant phoenixes painted on its hull.
The entire ship is like a palace with carved beams and painted buildings. The black and gold flagpole erected on the top of the ship points straight to the sky, which is extremely domineering.
On each boat, the imperial guards performed their duties faithfully, and the palace servants came and went, busy as a hustle and bustle.
This was the fleet that Emperor Qingwu was traveling on during his southern tour.
The group set out in the late summer of the 21st year of the Qingwu era, and after more than half a year, they finally set out on their journey back to Kyoto.
A luxurious ship.
Jiang Huan was wearing a red dress with dark gold patterns and holding a folding fan in her hand. She hurriedly returned from the huge, luxurious and imposing ship of Emperor Qingwu to her own extremely luxurious ship.
“I’m back.”
Fu Yanjing was also wearing a red brocade robe. His clothes were slightly different from Jiang Huan's except for the pattern and style.
The rest are no different, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that these are couple's clothes.
"Um."
Looking at the man in front of her who had come outside specifically to wait for her to come back.
Jiang Huan's eyebrows were filled with smiles, and her clear peach blossom eyes were also filled with tiny smiles.
She held Fu Yanjing's hand, interlocking their fingers as intimately as always, and then she leaned over and kissed her husband's lips as if she was familiar with it.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No, I just came out and you came back."
Fu Yanjing's thin lips trembled slightly, and he imitated her and moved closer to kiss her back.
He led her into the room and said softly, "I asked someone to cook your favorite dishes for you."
The two of them sat down at the table. Jiang Huan glanced at the food on the table and couldn't help but pull up his hand and kiss it gently, then praised him with a smile.
"My A Jing is so nice."
All the servants left, leaving only the affectionate Jiang Huan and Fu Yanjing in the room.
The former picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken for her husband, and gave him careful instructions.
"Next time I come back late, you can eat first, no need to wait for me."
She has been busy with government affairs recently and comes home very late every day.
Fu Yanjing's dark eyes were fixed on her, his voice low and sexy.
"I want to wait for you to come back together. Besides, it won't take long."
The curve of Jiang Huan's lips deepened, her eyes were filled with doting, and her tone was so soft that it seemed like water was about to drip out.
"My little husband is so clingy."
"Then I'll try to come back earlier next time. Also, you can just wait for me in the room. It's cold outside at night. I'd be sad if you caught a cold and got sick."
Jiang Huan pinched the man's bony fingers affectionately.
"Well, I'll listen to my wife." Fu Yanjing raised his thin lips and responded obediently. He was particularly happy about Jiang Huan's concern.
"Okay, you're hungry, right? Let's eat."
"good."
Fu Yanjing picked up the chicken that Jiang Huan had just put in his bowl. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he suddenly smelled an unpleasant fishy smell.
He frowned.
This dish is his favorite, not to mention that Huanhuan gave it to him, which made him like it even more.
How is today...
Fu Yanjing suppressed his nausea and put the meat into his mouth, but he didn't chew it yet.
The next moment he retched in pain.
"Ugh~~"
Seeing that he was in pain, Jiang Huan immediately stood up and supported his shoulders, and asked anxiously, "A Jing? What's wrong?"
Fu Yanjing leaned in her arms, looking a little confused.
"Hwanwan, I feel like vomiting when I smell chicken. My stomach is churning and I feel nauseous."
"Did you have an upset stomach?"
Jiang Huan became even more anxious, and she picked up the man like a princess.
While walking towards the bedroom in a hurry, he shouted outside, "Liu Mo, call the imperial physician, hurry up."
After placing Fu Yanjing on the bed, Jiang Huan comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Jing, the imperial physician will be here soon."
The young man looked at the anxiety on her face and said with a smile.
"I'm fine. The nausea in my stomach has gone away. I think I had an upset stomach from lunch."
When Jiang Huan heard this, an incredible idea suddenly emerged in her mind.
He no longer felt sick when he left the dining hall, which proved that Ajing felt sick because he smelled the fishy smell of chicken.
She had just eaten the chicken, which was cooked very well by the imperial chef, without any fishy smell at all.
I heard that pregnant women will feel nauseous and want to vomit when they smell fishy smell.
Could it be that Ajing is pregnant?
The man was pregnant. Although the child had been in this world for several years, Jiang Huan still wanted to sigh at the magic of the Creator.
After a while, Liu Mo came in a hurry with the imperial physician whose soles were almost burning with anger.
"Your Highness, the imperial physician is here."
Fu Yi, who was following behind, also had an anxious look on his face.
Liu Mo glanced at Fu Yanjing lying on the bed, and hurriedly brought the imperial physician to the bedside, "Imperial Physician Zheng, hurry up."
"Oh, okay, okay." The old imperial physician gasped heavily and took the time to glare at Liu Mo who was grabbing her collar and making her lose face.
After a while.
The old imperial physician was delighted and loudly congratulated, "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness is pregnant, and it has been more than a month."
Jiang Huan's eyes lit up and she said to herself, "As expected."
Liu Mo's usually expressionless face also showed a deep joy, "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Mr. Zheng."
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