Chapter 142 Bringing Song Back Home
Su Yuan looked at his face carefully, took a long breath, and chuckled:
"Okay, then stay in the Su Mansion and take care of your pregnancy. If there is anything urgent, we will handle it accordingly."
Below.
Song Yuezhong noticed the gaze on her face, and her slender white fingers curled up slightly under her wide sleeves, but she didn't say anything in the end.
West Street, Su Mansion.
Su Yuan carried Song Yuezhong and slowly got off the carriage, staggering all the way back to Qiufengtai.
After placing the person on her bed, she turned to Su Qinger who followed behind and said:
"It's almost noon now. Go to the kitchen and prepare a meal suitable for a pregnant man, and have someone send it to Qiufengtai."
Su Qinger glanced at Song Yuezhong, said "hmm" lightly, and then slowly retreated as if thinking about something.
This seems to be the Young Palace Master of the Bloody Palace!
Was she seeing things?
By the bed, Su Yuan withdrew his gaze from Su Qinger, and then slowly walked to the cabinet on the right.
He took out a measuring tape and returned to the couch. He leaned over and began to measure Song Yuezhong.
The other side.
Song Yuezhong lay on the bed with his eyes slightly closed. He felt the woman's warm hands wandering on his body. His handsome brows suddenly frowned and he could no longer pretend to be asleep.
He calmly opened his eyes, looked at the woman who was still busy above him, and said unhappily:
"What are you doing? You're touching me in broad daylight. How can you be so disrespectful?"
Su Yuan glanced at him lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile:
"Not going to sleep anymore?"
After that, she turned and walked to the small desk by the window, grinding ink slowly and at a leisurely pace while explaining nonchalantly:
"Since you have just arrived in Beijing and are now living in the Su Mansion, I will naturally tailor clothes for you and ask the embroiderer in the mansion to make a few new clothes for you. How? What do you think?"
There was a hint of embarrassment in Song Yuezhong's eyes, and he lowered his eyes slightly to glance at his bulging belly.
He pursed his lips and lowered his voice to remind:
"Get bigger, he, he's growing every day."
Su Yuan nodded, said "hmm" softly, then picked up the wolf-hair brush and began to write on the rice paper.
After she finished writing and dried the paper, before she put it down, she heard hurried footsteps outside the door.
Hearing the voice, Su Yuan looked up and saw who was coming.
She raised her eyebrows casually, folded the rice paper several times, and asked in a clear voice:
"Dad, why are you here?"
After saying this, Su Yuan glanced at the bed and instantly understood.
Just now when I entered the mansion.
Although the face is blocked...
But the figure still shows that he is a pregnant man!
I guess the servants saw this and ran to Xinyuan Hall to inform Su's father, so he rushed over in a hurry.
Thinking of this, Su Yuan frowned slightly, took a few quick steps and pulled Su's father who was about to enter the house out of the door and said:
"Dad suddenly came to my courtyard, but I just heard what the servant said. Do you want to see the pregnant man?"
Father Su glanced quickly into the room, took Su Yuan's hand, and said in a low voice:
"I heard that you brought back a pregnant man after going out. Could it be that you have taken a fancy to a widow, or that you owed a debt of love in a brothel? Otherwise... Hey! You should explain it to Daddy quickly."
Otherwise, which young man from a good family would have such a big belly before getting married?
He didn't say this.
I was just afraid of the crow's mouth, and I guessed it right!
Su Yuan frowned, met Father Su's inquiring eyes, and explained seriously:
"Father, you guessed wrong. The man in the room is a clean young man from a wealthy family. My daughter was assassinated on the way to Jiangzhou. She fell into the evil trap of the traitor. It was this young man who cured me of the poison."
After that, she lowered her mouth, sighed and continued:
"After that, we separated due to some misunderstandings. My daughter left suddenly just now because she saw that he was already six months pregnant, so she rushed over and forcibly brought him back. Alas! They are having a quarrel right now, so daddy should not go in and add fuel to the fire."
After listening to this, Father Su took a breath and frowned:
"Is that so? Then I won't go in. I'll go and help you explain to Nanchu and Yunlan. You should hurry up and clear up the misunderstanding and make them happy. You'll have to take responsibility if you get them pregnant."
Su Yuan's eyebrows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". He handed the rice paper in his hand to his father and said:
"Don't worry about this, father. Here, these are his measurements. Take them and ask the embroiderer in the mansion to make him a dozen sets of clothes."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then said in a long tone:
"Well... In addition, I will ask the servants to go to Nanchu's room to get a few sets of unworn clothes and send them to Qiufengtai. I will ask him to wear them for the next few days."
Father Su heard the evasion in Su Yuan's words, and stared at the paper in his hand in silence for a while, then he let out a long sigh.
He looked up at his daughter, with a hint of disappointment in his tone, and nodded in agreement:
"Alas, then Daddy won't care. As for what's going on between you two, I still don't understand it at all. You two should discuss it!"
Seeing this, Su Yuan's lips curled slightly, patted the back of Su's father's hand, and said in a gentle voice:
"My daughter is not saying that she doesn't want you to get involved. It's just that this man has not been appeased yet, and I'm afraid of causing trouble. Also, he is different from the men you usually interact with.
He has a cold and stubborn temper. I will take him to see you after I have coaxed him into submission, huh...?"
——Still a killer!
She didn't say this for fear of scaring Su's father.
Father Su smiled happily upon hearing this, glared at his daughter with a reproachful look, and said with a curved lip:
"Then you should have just said no. You had to beat around the bush. Daddy thought you disliked my age and meddling, or that you didn't want to be responsible for others. It made me feel that it was wrong for me to say anything, and it was wrong for me not to say anything."
Su Yuan apologized with a smile on his face and explained a few things to Su's father.
He turned his head, waved to the servants who had just entered the courtyard with food in their hands, and said:
"Send the food to the house!"
The attendants murmured yes and followed Su Yuan into the room. They placed the meal on the table, bowed, and slowly retreated.
Su Yuan had lunch with Song Yuezhong, and stayed in the room for the whole afternoon reading, while also watching over the restless man in bed.
It was getting dark.
The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, slowly dotted with twinkling stars, which makes people deeply intoxicated.
The master bedroom was quiet, with only the vague shadowy figure behind the screen and the "splashing" sound of the shower.
Su Yuan sat in front of a low table, holding a small purple clay pot and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. He lifted the cup and put it to his lips to take a sip, then asked calmly:
"You've chased away all the servants. The floor will be slippery when you get out of the bathtub. Do you really not need my help?"
Behind the screen.
Song Yue glanced at the human skin mask placed on the stool next to him, his lips moved, and he rejected it in a cold voice:
"Need not."
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