Many people think that Qingluan is a weak little white rabbit, but Qingluan no longer remembers how many years he has not cried.

I used to have a low status and was not qualified to cry. No matter how hard or difficult it was, no one would be sympathetic, so tears were the most useless thing.

Later, when she arrived in Tiandu, she didn't dare to cry because she didn't want the prince to feel that she could only cry cowardly.

Now everything has been better, and her wishes—the feelings that once could only be hidden in her heart and dare not speak, now they are as if they are protected by God.

He once dared to be with him forever, but now he is about to become his wife.

She once thought that she could only look up to him humbly in this life, but now she still holds him openly and snuggles up to his shoulders with her look up and admiration.

Qingluan felt that joy should not be expressed in tears, but she couldn't control it.

The slender body began to tremble, Qingluan hugged his neck tightly with her hands, her little face buried in his face, and her silent sob slowly turned into a low sob.

King Chen didn't say anything, and there was no special emotion on his cold and hard face, but at this time, he seemed to be able to feel the excitement in the girl's heart, and in silence he gave him unprecedented patience and tolerance.

There was a faint feeling of strangeness in his heart, like throbbing, more like moving. He didn't tell it carefully, but he knew that the girl who was snuggling in his arms had already occupied an unquestionable weight in his heart.

There was no rebuke or displeasure. When Qingluan finally vented enough emotions and let him go with red eyes, King Chen said lightly: "Don't cry again in the future."

Qingluan's eyes were crystal clear and there were still tears that remained dry. At this time, he nodded obediently: "Yes, Qingluan will not cry again in the future."

This time the cry represents joy, emotion, and unexpected happiness.

But joy cannot be expressed in tears all the time, as it will appear pretentious.

After wiped away the tears, she said verbally: "Prince, then can I sleep with you tonight...?"

King Chen looked at her quietly for a moment and finally nodded.

Qingluan burst into tears and laughed in an instant, "Thank you, Prince."

The girl's smile is like the sunshine after the rain, shining brightly, almost dazzling.

At that moment, King Chen seemed to hear the sound of ice and snow melting.

After staying in Shufang for a while, King Chen went to take a bath, and Qingluan served him with him. Of course, the prince of her family originally refused, but Qingluan only said softly: "I like to serve the prince."

Let King Chen compromise.

Qingluan said that she really liked serving the prince and enjoyed the process of serving the prince. She liked such intimacy between the two, but she didn't have any beautiful thoughts in her heart.

She just likes to get close to him, simply likes to get close to him.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" After taking a shower, King Chen wore a white middle robe and turned to look at Qingluan. His eyebrows were faint, and there was a hint of softness in his eyes.

Qingluan shook her head: "I don't feel anything."

Except for the previous one that made her feel uncomfortable after the bumpy moment, after three months, there were almost no symptoms of discomfort.

"Tomorrow, I will send you a message to the imperial physician to come over and check it out, and then enter the palace if you are sure that your body is fine."

Qingluan nodded gently: "Yes."

Taking off her boots, going to bed, covering her thin quilt, Qingluan lies on the arms of her prince, her eyebrows and eyes were never as gentle as ever.
Chapter completed!