Villain Husband, Please Let Go

Seeing Tang Wan's shocked expression, the little cutie gloated, "You have never taken protective measures. Isn't it normal to get pregnant?"

Hearing this, Tang Wan said blankly: "Why didn't you get pregnant in the last world?"

This unscientific!

Little cutie said with an innocent look: "Didn't I tell you that Tang Yitong had a ligation operation in order to live a two-person world with you?"

Tang Wan was stunned.

Can men still do ligation?

As if sensing Tang Wan's doubts, Little Cutie immediately called up relevant information.

Tang Wan looked at her with complicated expressions.

Although the feelings belonging to the last world have been stripped away by the system, she knew that the other party must have true love for her after seeing this operation!

How else would you do this kind of surgery?

The next moment, Tang Wan couldn't help but reach out and touch her belly, feeling a bit magical.

Unexpectedly, she actually had a child in the mission world.

...

"Niang Niang, the military doctor is here." At this moment, the voice of the maid came.

"come in."

Soon, a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box walked in.

Knowing that Tang Wan is the crown prince, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at her face, but hurriedly took out a cotton bale and put it on the table, motioning Tang Wan to put his hand on it.

After that, she took Tang Wan's pulse through a handkerchief.

Before long, the military doctor couldn't help but raise his head to look at Tang Wan, with a smile on his face, "Congratulations to the princess, it's a happy pulse. It's been more than two months."

Tang Wan curled her lips slightly.

"There is a military doctor, but is there anything that needs attention?"

"The mother is in good health. There is nothing wrong with this pregnancy. You only need to raise the baby normally. However, there are many things that pregnant women need to avoid. Cao Min will write it down and leave it to you."

Tang Wan nodded.

...

After the military doctor left, the maid looked at her with joy, "The lady didn't use much in the morning, do you want to eat now? The slave will do it now."

Tang Wan listened and waved her hand, "I'm not hungry, let's talk about it when your Highness comes back."

How can she want to eat now?

She hadn't thought how to convince Feng Qitong to let go of the two hundred thousand soldiers.

Ugh!

What should she do?

The maid immediately persuaded: "Manny, even for the little prince in your stomach, you have to eat something. Otherwise, your Highness will be worried when he comes back."

As soon as this words came out, Tang Wan had an idea.

Yes indeed!

Yes!

Isn't this a ready reason?

For a moment, Tang Wan couldn't help laughing, "You are right, go and prepare something sour and spicy."

"Yes, mother!" The maid went over to prepare food with joy.

Tang Wan stretched out her hand and gently touched her unchanged belly, and said to Little Cutie: "Little Cutie, this kid is here at real time!"

Little cutie was stunned for a moment, and she didn't understand why she was so depressed just now, so she would be happy now.

However, I heard that pregnant women have a lot of mood swings, and this should be normal for the host.

...

And this battle did not end until the sun went down.

The setting sun was like blood, falling on the corpses everywhere on the battlefield.

Feng Qitong looked at Jiangjun, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, with reddish eyes and cold murderous aura.

The Zhao people are brave and good at fighting, and their temperament is difficult to tame. If they are to be incorporated into the Tang army, it is inevitable that they will not have two minds.

If they were to act as labor, a lot of money would also be spent on resettlement.

But if they let them go, it would be tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. It will be another disaster for Tang Guo in the future.

For him, the solution once and for all was to directly kill the 200,000 soldiers on the spot, without giving Zhao Guo any chance to counterattack.