Chapter 569: The Weather Is Really Nice Today

Although these things were just a prank, they still left a shadow on Fu Cang.

In the following days, he really kept an eye on all sides and listened to all directions. He stayed with the Queen every day. In addition to taking care of her diet, reviewing memorials, and handling important government affairs, the palace was always on guard.

More and more weddings were held in the imperial city. Chu Qinghuang only listened to people's reports every day. For example, Chu Xuanyi, a close minister who was also a royal noble, she would issue an order to give a sufficiently generous gift.

If an official's son got married, it would be treated differently according to the closeness and ability.

Because of her physical inconvenience, in order not to worry those around her, Chu Qinghuang cancelled all forms of banquets in the palace, and the palace seemed much quieter.

As time passed, Chu Qinghuang's abdomen was obviously bulging. After safely passing the three-month dangerous period, Fu Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Chu Lingchuan took the pulse every time, his relaxed and calm expression was the most reassuring reaction.

In winter, the inner court made two new fur cloaks for the empress and the emperor's husband. Fu Cang was not keen on warm clothes. He was used to wearing black clothes and tight clothes all year round. Even though he became the emperor's husband, many habits did not change completely.

Changing the tight clothes into robes was the greatest respect for this status. He was not very happy to wear a cloak every day like those weak nobles.

However, this habit was soon changed at the request of Chu Qinghuang.

It snowed in the twelfth lunar month, and everything was white and beautiful. Her Majesty wanted to go to the Imperial Garden to enjoy the snow scenery. Fu Cang put on the wide cloak and held Her Majesty horizontally. The cloak tightly wrapped the person in his arms.

Entering the warm pavilion in the Imperial Garden, the pens, inkstones, and inkstones were neatly placed on the long table. Her Majesty sat in the warm pavilion, enjoying the snow scenery and reviewing the memorials. There was also a gentle and considerate handsome man by her side. This life was simply better than a fairy.

Chu Qinghuang put down the red brush and was about to raise her hand to rub her neck, when a pair of slender and strong hands behind her took the initiative to pinch her shoulders and neck, from the temples to the center of the eyebrows, from the shoulders and neck to the back, every part was meticulous.

"Fu Cang." Her Majesty's eyes fell on the slightly open window, and her lazy voice sounded, "The weather is really good today."

The bright sunshine shone on the snow, and everywhere was pure and dazzling.

Although such a sun would make the snow melt faster, who would not like such warm sunlight? It was so comfortable that it made people lazy all over.

"Yes." Fu Cang agreed, "The weather is indeed good."

"The scenery in the Imperial Garden is beautiful, the snow is beautiful, and the sunlight is beautiful." Chu Qinghuang smiled, "If there are a few handsome men around at this moment, I can paint, play the piano, and make tea... It is simply the greatest happiness in life."

Fu Cang nodded calmly: "Your Majesty is right."

Chu Qinghuang hooked him from behind and laid him on her legs with one hand. She lowered her head to admire his handsome face and kissed him: "It's useless to just say it, you have to show it with actual actions."

Fu Cang lay on her legs obediently, like a little husband: "I am your Majesty's person, your Majesty can do whatever you want."

"I'm talking about handsome men."

"All the handsome men in the world are your Majesty, as long as your Majesty wants." Fu Cang turned his body sideways, put his arm around her waist, and put his face on her bulging belly, "The baby is protesting in the belly."

"Protesting what?"

Fu Cang smiled: "She said she only wanted a father."

Chu Qinghuang chuckled: "Can you hear what she said?"

"Of course." Fu Cang sighed, "This is my little cotton-padded jacket."

Chu Qinghuang was silent: "Do you want a daughter?"

Fu Cang said: "Both boys and girls are fine."

"It's probably because I'm pregnant these days that I always have wild thoughts." Chu Qinghuang said, "One moment I want a son, I always think that boys are thick-skinned and tough, and can withstand pressure. The next moment I hope to have a daughter, so that the status of women in Xiqi can be improved. The two thoughts are turning around, which makes people distressed."

"I have a way to solve this trouble."

"What is it?"

"Let's have more children." Fu Cang turned his head and looked out the window, "Whoever is capable will be supported to ascend the throne as emperor, regardless of gender."

Chu Qinghuang said: "Are you responsible for giving birth?"

Fu Cang said: "I'm responsible for raising them."

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