Chapter 287 Pregnancy
After being stunned for a moment, she remembered that her baby was delayed for several days this month, so she reached out to take her own pulse.
The pulse is smooth and flowing, like beads rolling on a jade plate.
Wuhua asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Feng Qingsui shook her head: "I'm pregnant and can't stand the smell of fish. You can take these shrimps and crabs outside to eat."
Wuhua: (☉д⊙)!
So soon...?
She glanced at Feng Qingsui's belly and sighed, "Your Highness is truly amazing."
Feng Qingsui: “…”
It’s quite amazing.
She originally thought that he was old and it would not be easy for him to get pregnant, so she did not try to avoid pregnancy. She did not expect that she would get pregnant so soon.
How many years away from thirty is Ji Changqing:???
Wuhua enjoyed the air-shipped seafood alone, and Feng Qingsui seemed to have turned on the vomiting mechanism. From that day on, he vomited everything he ate.
His face turned blue from vomiting.
Qi was heartbroken.
She asked people to make ginger soup and Amomum villosum porridge, found sour plums and tangerine peel candy, and even made an aphrodisiac sachet for Feng Qingsui to wear.
But it was of no avail.
Finally, thanks to the cook who remembered that Ji Changqing had pickled a jar of sour mustard greens in winter, she took one and stir-fried it with minced meat, which finally subdued Feng Qingsui's stomach.
Whether it is stir-fried beef with sauerkraut, stewed pork with sauerkraut or sauerkraut duck soup, she enjoys eating them all.
But sauerkraut is high in salt and cannot be eaten every day.
What's more, you will get sick of it if you eat too much.
She looked forward to it day and night, hoping that Ji Changqing would come home and cook some other dishes for her.
Ji Changqing returned four days after the seafood was delivered.
It was noon when I got home.
He washed off the dust at Canghaixuan before going to Polangxuan to find Feng Qingsui.
The person I hadn't seen for more than half a month was lying on the couch with his back, his long black hair spread out behind his head like silk, his cheeks slightly flushed, and his breathing even and peaceful.
He looked at her quietly for a moment, then lay down beside her pillow.
She seemed to be aware of something, turned over, and put her arm on him.
He smiled, hugged her tighter, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Feng Qingsui's body temperature has been high recently and he is a little afraid of heat. He took a nap at home on his day off and woke up groggy and hot. Thinking it was because he slept with a long pillow, he reached out and pushed it away.
Unexpectedly, it didn't work.
When I opened my eyes, I found that what I was holding in my arms was not a pillow, but someone.
Suddenly, his eyebrows lit up with joy: "You're back?"
Ji Changqing woke up when she pushed him. Hearing her words, he held the back of her head and responded with a kiss.
Feng Qingsui was dizzy from the kiss, and only reacted suddenly when he noticed his hand moving down.
Hurry and grab his hand.
"no."
"Why?" Ji Changqing paused, his breathing erratic. "Are you having your period?"
"On the contrary, it's because my period didn't come."
Feng Qingsui smiled.
“It will probably come in a year.”
Ji Changqing was stunned for a long time before he reacted.
(′⊙ω⊙`)!
He stared at her belly in disbelief.
"You're pregnant?"
Feng Qingsui nodded: "Congratulations, you are going to be a father."
Ji Changqing's mind went blank for a few moments, and then it was as if thousands of fireworks were set off at the same time, booming and making him dizzy.
Are they about to have a child of their own?
A child with both his blood and hers?
He hugged the person in front of him tightly.
"Very good."
Feng Qingsui waited for a moment.
Waited for another moment.
The man still held her tightly.
She couldn't help it and pinched him, "Okay, it's so hot, let me go."
Ji Changqing frowned: "Your temperature seems a little high, do you have a fever?"
"no."
Feng Qingsui replied.
"My temperature is elevated because of pregnancy."
Ji Changqing finally felt relieved and asked, "Is the child making a fuss?"
Feng Qingsui told him about her morning sickness and looked at him eagerly: "I'm tired of eating pickled cabbage. I'm just waiting for you to make me something sour."
Ji Changqing got down from the couch immediately.
"I'll cook right away."
Feng Qingsui: “…”
She grabbed the man.
"I just had lunch, so I'm not hungry yet."
Ji Changqing: "I'll pickle some sour bamboo shoots and make some kimchi first."
After saying that, he left like a gust of wind.
Feng Qingsui: “…”
All right.
She continued to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already getting dark outside the window.
Ji Changqing stepped forward and helped her up: "Dinner is ready, you can eat now."
Feng Qingsui saw that he was protecting her like a fragile item, supporting her every step, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I'm not that fragile."
Ji Changqing didn't let go: "I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."
Feng Qingsui: “…”
Forget it, let him be.
On the table were pickled cabbage, sour soup dumplings, hot and sour chicken offal, braised pork with dried vegetables and a dish of duck.
Feng Qingsui smelled the sour and strange aroma of the duck and asked curiously, "What kind of dish is this?"
"Sour star fruit duck."
Ji Changqing replied.
"A Lingnan dish, duck marinated in sour dried carambola."
Feng Qingsui tasted a piece of duck meat. It had a sweet and sour fruity aroma mixed with the aroma of meat, without any fishy smell of duck meat. It was fresh and appetizing, just to her liking.
She ate several pieces in a row.
Ji Changqing put a piece of braised pork into her bowl.
"This braised pork belly is made with pickled mustard greens from the south. Try it."
After hearing this, Feng Qingsui ate the piece of meat. It was sour and sweet, fatty but not greasy, and extremely delicious.
"The prince knows how to cook so many dishes!"
She praised it highly.
"I've never even heard of sour carambola, but Your Majesty actually knows how to cook it."
Ji Changqing smiled and said, "I'm learning this now. I just bought these pickled mustard greens and carambolas from your fourth uncle's grocery store."
Feng Qingsui: (*^▽^*)
Anyway, with Ji Changqing around, she doesn't have to worry about not having enough to eat.
Because the fetus was not stable, Feng Qingsui only told her master for the time being. It was not until more than a month later, on her birthday, that she told the clan members who came to her house to celebrate her birthday.
Madam Zong and others were very happy and immediately sent many nourishing medicines and auspicious items over.
After everyone left, Ji Changqing took out the birthday gift he had prepared early in the morning.
A picture scroll.
Feng Qingsui spread it out and saw that it was twelve portraits of her life.
There are pictures of her playing with Mobao Juanmao Sanhuang, pictures of her taking a nap on the beauty couch, pictures of her sitting on the roof and gazing at the stars...all of them are lifelike and vivid.
"Do you like it?" Ji Changqing looked at her expectantly.
"I like it." Feng Qingsui smiled slyly, "Such exquisite painting skills are worth a lot of money."
Ji Changqing: “…”
Mountains of gold and silver have been given to her, and she still lacks money?
Feng Qingsui: Who would complain about having too much money?
She took care of this pregnancy for ten months. During this time, she went to the Epidemic Prevention Department as usual to preside over the national smallpox vaccination. After the medical school was completed and enrolled students, she also taught pharmacy courses part-time.
In February of the following year, the ice and snow began to melt. On the day of the Spring Equinox, she had just laid an egg when her lower abdomen suddenly felt heavy and swollen.
He hurriedly said to Wuhua, "Go to the medical school and ask the Queen Mother to come over. I think I'm going to give birth soon."
Wuhua immediately took the order and left.
When Ji Changqing received the news, he was holding the plow and whip at the farm, performing the "Jitian Ceremony" on behalf of the young emperor.
Upon hearing the news, he quickly supported the plow and pushed it back and forth three times, then dropped the plow and left.
The Ministry of Revenue official who hadn't finished singing "He Ci" said: "???"
"My Lord, why are you leaving?"
Ji Changqing said without even turning his head: "Isn't the plowing done? The ceremony is over, let's go."
Official: “…”
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