After tasting all kinds of heavy-flavored delicacies made by Li Shushu, Feng Sui always missed them a little at mealtime.
In the end, it turned out that it was the Emperor who entered the kitchen, and he only brought out a meal for one person...
"From now on, I will be responsible for Shu'er's meals. You still need to concentrate on your cultivation and practice fasting." The emperor passed by him with the meal and gave the instructions lightly.
Feng Sui: ...
Li Shushu slowly ate the meal brought by the Emperor, which was cooked with the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, but she still had a poor appetite.
She didn't have the joy she usually felt when she tasted delicious food. She even quickly pushed the plate away and said, "I'm full. I can't eat anymore."
The Emperor beside him was anxious, "Shu'er, at least eat a little more. Look, you've lost weight recently."
But who would have thought that the next second, "Wow~" Li Shushu rushed over and ran to the side to vomit.
The Emperor was even more frightened, "Shu'er, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Sui and Lao Mei heard the news and hurried over.
Li Shushu's face turned pale from vomiting, and she had no energy to reply.
He quickly helped her sit down on the recliner next to her, gently pulled her little hand out, lifted her sleeve, and checked her pulse again.
The courtyard was not equipped with a divine doctor. The Emperor was a divine being and seldom fell ill except for old injuries. Feng Sui was young and strong.
The Emperor likes quietness, so he did not ask the Nine Heavens to send a special immortal doctor to accompany him.
Fortunately, the god's life was long. For hundreds of thousands of years, when he was bored, he also liked to read various books and had some knowledge of medicine.
When checking the pulse before, nothing abnormal was found.
After another investigation this time, the emperor, who had always maintained a calm and icy face, suddenly had a different expression on his face.
First, there was doubt, then joy, and then a look of disbelief: "Shu, Shu, Shu, Shu'er, Momomo, Mofei..." The Emperor swallowed hard...
This made Feng Sui and Lao Mei next to them very anxious.
how?
The empress is sick?
Or is he terminally ill and about to die?
So the Emperor was so sad that he couldn't even speak?
"Could it be, Shu'er, you... are pregnant?!!" The Emperor finally squeezed out the second half of the sentence, his heart pounding wildly.
Feng Sui:? ? ! ! !
Lao Mei:? ? ! ! !
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The Emperor is going to heaven. Everyone's wondering: should Dashu go with him, or stay at Mount Buzhou? It's a dilemma.
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