Sir, I'm pregnant

"Eat it." Gu Qiancheng said.

Su Sijin's heart suddenly raised, some worried about Qianshi's repentance.

Qianshi put the green pill into his mouth, swallowed it a little, and then frowned: "mint."

"In order to prevent prisoners from being picky, I improved the taste of the medicine." Gu Qiancheng said quietly.

"It's so human." Qianshi exclaimed.

Gu Qiancheng felt the pulse for Qianshi again: "I'm afraid you can't get better about your amnesia for a while."

"It's ok if it's not good, so as to save conscience from being condemned."

"Er... You think it's OK." Gu Qiancheng didn't say anything anymore. He looked back at Su Sijin, who was gloating, winked at her and left the room.

After taking the medicine, Qianshi gasped and fell asleep.

Wan'er sneaked into the room while there was no outsider. She just wanted to wake up Qianshi and asked him if he had taken the pill, but she saw the green trace in the corner of his mouth and knew that the goods had been eaten.

Wan'er slipped out speechless. The good senior brother became a eunuch. What if he recovers his memory?

Will it collapse?

Or won't he recover?

Uh... No, I don't know what he's doing here!

No matter who told him to fall into the hands of his wife, he deserved it. Maybe he did those things as his wife expected!

Wan'er, who has figured it out, goes back to her room to stay up and read at night. She has to find a good prescription for amnesia.

Wan'er's actions fell into the ears of Gu Qiancheng and Su Sijin. They looked at each other. Wan'er's affairs were handled by Su Sijin.

The night passed smoothly again. Gu Qiancheng went to the court. Su Sijin called Wan'er to his side.

"Madam, can I help you?" Wan'er asked with a pair of panda eyes.

"Come on, what's your relationship with Qianshi?"

"What do you mean, madam?" Wan'er began to pretend to be confused.

"I treat you as my own person. I hope you can tell the truth. You slipped into Qianshi's room last night. Don't tell me you like him."

Wan'er lowered her head and pulled the handkerchief.

After a while, Wan'er told the truth: "my wife knows about my martial arts. Qianshi is my senior brother, but I really don't know why he came. I recognized him when I saw him that day."

"So you want to help him recover his memory?"

Wan'er nodded: "yes, I want to know what he wants to do by such a coincidence."

Su Sijin pondered for a while and said to Wan'er, "his amnesia is due to congestion in his brain. I don't know how to deal with it."

"Hum, my senior brother can't help anyone to do bad things." Wan'er said angrily.

"How do you feel about Qianshi?" Su Sijin asked.

Wan'er smiled bitterly: "when I was 15, I came to the capital to work hard. I met my master. It was five years. Yesterday was the first time in five years."

"Have you found any way?"

"There are several ways, such as feeding him toads, hitting him on the head with a heavy object, and so on."

Su Sijin thought it was feasible: "wait until your elder martial brother's injury is cured, or you can't help tossing."

"Yes." Wan'er thought there was nothing wrong with what his wife said.

When Qianshi woke up in the morning, he found that a vigorous object on his body suddenly withered.

He was suddenly lost. It was like losing an old friend who fought together. He was a little melancholy and even hard to say.