As the weather gradually got warmer, Jiang Ling began to experience morning sickness. She still had a good appetite and was not unable to eat because of her pregnancy.
But today, because of that crappy poetry meeting, she had lost her appetite.
Zhou Jing'an had not returned yet. She looked at the dishes on the table and had no appetite. She just slowly picked up a bowl of mung bean, lily and white fungus soup and drank it, looking outside from time to time.
After she drank half a bowl of soup, footsteps were finally heard outside the door.
Zhou Jing'an walked in and took a glance at the food on the table, and he knew that she had not eaten much.
He washed his hands and sat down on the wooden bench next to her, "Why are you eating so little? It doesn't suit your taste?"
Zhou Jing'an raised his hand and asked the kitchen staff to make some new dishes to lighten the palate and relieve the greasiness.
Jiang Ling didn't try to stop him and just let him go. "Have you eaten yet?"
Zhou Jingan shook his head and said softly, "I wanted to come back and have dinner with you, so I didn't eat."
Jiang Ling put down the mung bean, lily and tremella soup, asked everyone else to wait, then turned around and asked hurriedly.
"How is it? Do you and the Emperor have any plans?"
Zhou Jing'an immediately knew that she couldn't eat because she was worried about these things. His eyes showed distress as he held her hand. "Ling'er, don't worry. The emperor has already made a decision."
He picked up the bowl of mung bean, lily and white fungus soup, tested the temperature, and frowned slightly, "It's cold. You'll feel sick if you eat it."
Jiang Ling heard that his tone was calm, and she knew that he and the emperor were sure about this matter, so she felt much more relieved.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Zhou Jing'an asking someone to bring her another bowl, so she quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"No, I just want to eat something cold."
She took the bowl of soup in her hands, smiled and said, "It's hot today, so just eat a little bit, not too much."
Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips and glanced at Zizhen who he called in.
Zizhen's face was bitter and she looked very embarrassed, so there was nothing he didn't know.
What do you mean it’s cooled down? It must be Jiang Ling who pestered them to cool it down.
Zhou Jing'an waved his hand to let Zizhen leave, then turned around and softened his voice to coax her, "Ling'er, don't be greedy for this momentary pleasure. It's not summer yet, so don't eat too much cold food."
Although his tone was gentle, his words were firm.
Jiang Ling frowned, pouted, and started to have a bad temper.
"No, I'm hot, I want something cold."
In her previous life, she had been eating a lot since spring, and even had cold drinks and popsicles in private. But in the Great Gan Dynasty, not only were there no popsicles or cold drinks, but she couldn't even eat a bowl of cold soup!
Then what’s the point of living like this!
It's only May now, and by the time summer arrives, it'll be hot and stuffy. No tank tops! No skirts! No air conditioning! No fans! No ice cream! Nothing!
Being pregnant is already painful and difficult for her, and she will be in extreme pain by then!
The more Jiang Ling thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She put the white porcelain bowl on the table, raised her chin, and frowned, looking like a aggrieved cat.
"Humph, you won't even let me have a bowl of soup. I'll just get a rash in the summer. You said all sorts of nice things when you married me, but now you won't even satisfy such a small request."
She crossed her arms over her chest and said angrily, "It's too hard for me to have to give birth to a child for you."
Zhou Jing'an couldn't help laughing when he saw her angry look, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, so he hurried over to comfort her.
When Jiang Ling saw him approaching, she suddenly turned around and faced away from him.
Zhou Jing'an looked at her stubborn back and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
He stood up and walked to her, knelt on the ground, gently put his arms around her, and looked up at her.
This posture seems to have become their habit.
Zhou Jing'an usually does this when he coaxes her.
He looked up at her and held her in his arms.
"How could I go back on my word? Ling'er, please don't wrongly accuse me." His voice was as gentle as a breeze.
Jiang Ling didn't look at him, turned her face away, and snorted softly.
"snort."
Zhou Jing'an was thinking about how adorable Jiang Ling was, but at the same time he had to hold back his smile and coax her patiently.
"A few days ago, you ate some cold pastries, and within half an hour, your stomach started to hurt. Do you want to feel the pain again, Ling'er?"
Zhou Jingan didn't wait for her to respond, and continued, "Ling'er is in pain, and I feel even more distressed."
He whispered, "Ling'er suffered a lot during her pregnancy, and she suffered all this for me."
Only now did Zhou Jing'an understand Feng Yu's feelings and why he would rather endure the harsh words of the civil and military officials and the Empress Dowager than let his sister get pregnant and give birth to a child again.
Now, just watching Jiang Ling suffer from morning sickness occasionally, he wished he could suffer for her.
Zhou Jing'an looked at her with heartache in his eyes, and Jiang Ling's anger subsided after just one glance.
She pinched his face angrily and snorted, "Your peach blossom eyes are really annoying. They always make people angry."
When he looks at you with a gentle and caring face, with his head slightly tilted up, anyone would feel soft-hearted.
Zhou Jingan smiled slowly, took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it gently.
"If Ling'er likes it, just look at it a few more times."
He said gently, "I've already given the order. When the weather gets hot, put fans and ice jars in the room. You can put as much ice as you like in the room."
Jiang Ling turned to look at him, "Really?"
Zhou Jing'an smiled, "Of course it's true. I asked the Emperor for permission. If there's not enough ice, I'll go to the Imperial Household Department to get it."
Jiang Ling snorted lightly, but the corners of his mouth turned up, which seemed to indicate that he was reluctantly satisfied.
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