spring boudoir secret

After drinking, Zhao Mingruo's appetite improved a lot.

The two of them ate and chatted.

Zhao Mingruo drank a few mouthfuls of shredded pork porridge and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, why me?"

"It seems that the Crown Prince has always been making promises, but he has never asked me for anything."

"Then why do you want to marry me?"

Yan Huaian smiled warmly, "Because you are so good, I wanted to marry you home from the first time we met."

Zhao Mingruo was stunned, "Your Majesty, are you kidding..."

Yan Huaian said calmly, "The Duke of Yan also sent a post to the Duke of Changning."

"I just didn't get a reply."

"When did this happen?"

"Yong'an 13 years."

"Yong'an 13th year..." Zhao Mingruo thought back seriously, "Isn't that what happened the year before last?"

She got married last year, the year before last, right after Jiang Shaoyuan broke off the engagement.

It's not like she didn't reply.

Didn't receive it.

Of course, the back house is all in the hands of the Fang family, so it would be strange if the post from Duke Yan's mansion could be handed over to her.

"Then when was the first time we met?"

Yan Huaian thought, "A long, long time, longer than you know."

Zhao Mingruo didn't understand the meaning of the words, but suddenly became disappointed and his eyes turned red, "My father was partial to my fourth sister when I was a child."

"Jiang Shaoyuan also broke off our engagement with me."

"I married into the Anyuan Marquis Mansion and was tricked again. I thought I would always be in such bad shape for the rest of my life."

Zhao Mingruo, who was pregnant, became sensitive and fragile. She shed tears uncontrollably as she said, "No one cares about me."

"No one puts me first."

"You are so good, why did you choose me to be the Crown Princess?"

"I've been married before and I'm pregnant with a child. I feel like I'm not worthy."

Yan Huaian didn't show any disgust at her words, but he still acted as usual, peeling the shrimps for her and feeding them to her mouth.

Then he placed the fish with bones in front of her.

"Do not cry."

"Mingruo, you are very good, you are really very good."

"The past days have passed. In the future, someone will put you first and someone will care about you."

"Really?" Zhao Mingruo
Ah Fu covered his mouth and said with a smile, "Miss, since she became pregnant,

Zhao Mingruo, dragging his bedding and cloak with his bare feet, knocked on Yan Huaian's door.

The orange candlelight was bright, and Zhao Mingruo's figure was reflected on the smooth wall.

Quiet and gentle.

"Can't sleep?"

Yan Huaian asked with a smile, looking at Zhao Mingruo who was tossing and turning and getting up again.

Zhao Mingruo nodded.

Maybe it's because I slept too much in the afternoon. I don't feel very sleepy now, so I can't sleep here in Yanhuaian.

"It's so late, the prince is still studying?"

"What did you read?"

"The Art of War."

"art of war?"

"Would you like to read to you for a while?"

"want."

Zhao Mingruo obediently found a comfortable position and snuggled next to Yan Huaian.

Yan Huaian found the book, the clear and elegant voice
Zhao Mingruo listened for a while and said, "Your Majesty, this doesn't seem to be the beginning. Why start reading from the middle?"

"Don't remember the previous one?"

Zhao Mingruo thought about it for a moment and said, "I do remember."

"I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Zhao Mingruo suddenly said, "Your Majesty, have we met before?"

Yan Huaian's hand holding the scroll was slightly firm, "Where have you seen it?"

Zhao Mingruo shook his head, "I don't know."

"But it feels familiar, like I've seen it before."

After all, after drinking, Zhao Mingruo's appetite improved a lot.

The two of them ate and chatted.Zhao Mingruo drank a few mouthfuls of shredded pork porridge and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, why me?"

"It seems that the Crown Prince has always been making promises, but he has never asked me for anything."

"Then why do you want to marry me?"

Yan Huaian smiled warmly, "Because you are so good, I wanted to marry you home from the first time we met."

Zhao Mingruo was stunned, "Your Majesty, are you kidding..."

Yan Huaian said calmly, "The Duke of Yan also sent a post to the Duke of Changning."

"I just didn't get a reply."

"When did this happen?"

"Yong'an 13 years."

"Yong'an 13th year..." Zhao Mingruo thought back seriously, "Isn't that what happened the year before last?"

She got married last year, the year before last, right after Jiang Shaoyuan broke off the engagement.

It's not like she didn't reply.

Didn't receive it.

Of course, the back house is all in the hands of the Fang family, so it would be strange if the post from Duke Yan's mansion could be handed over to her.

"Then when was the first time we met?"

Yan Huaian thought, "A long, long time, longer than you know."

Zhao Mingruo didn't understand the meaning of the words, but suddenly became disappointed and his eyes turned red, "My father was partial to my fourth sister when I was a child."

"Jiang Shaoyuan also broke off our engagement with me."

"I married into the Anyuan Marquis Mansion and was tricked again. I thought I would always be in such bad shape for the rest of my life."

Zhao Mingruo, who was pregnant, became sensitive and fragile. She shed tears uncontrollably as she said, "No one cares about me."

"No one puts me first."

"You are so good, why did you choose me to be the Crown Princess?"

"I've been married before and I'm pregnant with a child. I feel like I'm not worthy."

Yan Huaian didn't show any disgust at her words, but he still acted as usual, peeling the shrimps for her and feeding them to her mouth.

Then he placed the fish with bones in front of her.

"Do not cry."

"Mingruo, you are very good, you are really very good."

"The past days have passed. In the future, someone will put you first and someone will care about you."

"Really?" Zhao Mingruo
Ah Fu covered his mouth and said with a smile, "Miss, since she became pregnant,

Zhao Mingruo, dragging his bedding and cloak with his bare feet, knocked on Yan Huaian's door.

The orange candlelight was bright, and Zhao Mingruo's figure was reflected on the smooth wall.

Quiet and gentle.

"Can't sleep?"

Yan Huaian asked with a smile, looking at Zhao Mingruo who was tossing and turning and getting up again.

Zhao Mingruo nodded.

Maybe it's because I slept too much in the afternoon. I don't feel very sleepy now, so I can't sleep here in Yanhuaian.

"It's so late, the prince is still studying?"

"What did you read?"

"The Art of War."

"art of war?"

"Would you like to read to you for a while?"

"want."

Zhao Mingruo obediently found a comfortable position and snuggled next to Yan Huaian.

Yan Huaian found the book, the clear and elegant voice
Zhao Mingruo listened for a while and said, "Your Majesty, this doesn't seem to be the beginning. Why start reading from the middle?"

"Don't remember the previous one?"

Zhao Mingruo thought about it for a moment and said, "I do remember."

"I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Zhao Mingruo suddenly said, "Your Majesty, have we met before?"

Yan Huaian's hand holding the scroll was slightly firm, "Where have you seen it?"

Zhao Mingruo shook his head, "I don't know."

"But it feels familiar, like I've seen it before."

After all, Zhao Mingruo
Zhao Mingruo