Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 868 (Extra) Acting like a baby

After Murongyao fed her the water, Zhou Ling swallowed it and within a minute, got up again and spit out the water lying on the bedside. Zhou Ling felt that his stomach was going to be broken. He threw up whatever he ate, a little food Can't get in.

Sitting on the side, the man couldn't stand it, so he picked up the woman carefully and shook her gently in his arms.

"Ling'er, tell me, what can you eat? Do you want some porridge? Or something sour and spicy?"

Zhou Lingan nestled quietly on his chest, vomiting until she turned pale, and had no strength to speak, so she could only nestle on his chest and gently rubbed her head to signal him that she didn't want to eat.

"It's okay not to eat something, your stomach can't take it anymore, can my husband cook some porridge and some pickles for you?" Murong Yao hugged her tightly, worry in his eyes was about to overflow.

Zhou Ling frowned fiercely, remained silent for a while, and replied weakly: "Okay."

Hearing Zhou Ling agree to come down, Murongyao seemed relieved, "You wait for me for a while, my husband will come when he goes."

After finishing speaking, he was about to let go of Zhou Ling, but Zhou Ling was holding onto him tightly and would not let go. Murong Yao looked down, and saw Zhou Ling looking at him with red eyes, bloodshot eyes, and pale face. There was no trace of blood.

Murong Yao's eyes sank, "Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ling was so uncomfortable that she was about to die. She had never experienced this kind of severe morning sickness, but she only felt that it was much more uncomfortable than a gunshot wound and fracture.

"I don't want you to go..." Zhou Ling's voice almost caught up with a mosquito, and this was the first time she acted like a baby to Murong Yao.

The man was taken aback, and looked at Zhou Ling with some surprise, knowing that she was very uncomfortable.

"Then... just wait for me." Murong Yao thought for a while, and then shouted at the door: "Murong Qian! Murong Qian!"

After about two seconds, there was a burst of eager footsteps outside the door, and then Murong Qian's anxious voice came: "What's wrong, big brother?"

"Go and cook some gruel." Murong Yao said.

"Row."

Murong Qian readily agreed, then turned around and went downstairs.

The reason why Murong Yao dragged him here was to prevent this from happening. He never regarded Zhou Ling as a strong woman. Women are vulnerable at times, and he didn't want him to be away when Ling'er needed to rely on her. around.

"Sit for a while, and my husband will call you after the porridge is cooked." Murong Yao hugged her and told her like coaxing a child.

Lying in his arms with eyes closed, Zhou Ling nodded in a daze. Smelling the man's pleasant smell, his mood gradually stabilized.
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The morning sickness lasted for nearly two months before it stopped. Zhou Ling had obviously lost a lot of weight in these few months, and he seemed to have lost all energy and energy, all because of the morning sickness.

"Ling'er, what do you want to eat today?" Murong Yao squatted in front of the woman, holding her little hands and asked.

In the past two months, he cooked different kinds of food for Zhou Ling every day. As long as she didn't tell her what to eat, Murong Yao would try his best to cook some meals that would allow her to eat two more bites.

For Zhou Ling, Murong Yao took a year off.

"It's killing me..." Zhou Ling lay lazily on the big bed.

The man looked at her with distress, so he could only hug her gently: "It's good to get through this period of time, it's hard work."

"Already almost four months?" Zhou Ling looked down at her slightly swollen abdomen, "October is pregnant, and there are still about half a year left?"

(End of this chapter)