blue shirt oath

Chapter 336: Happy Pulse
When the news of Qian Tao's death came, Song Guichen was sad for a long time.

Du Qingshan was very worried when he saw that she hadn't thought about food and tea these days, and she couldn't even read her favorite book. She had lost a lot of weight.

So he personally stewed a bowl of pigeon soup and brought it back, comfortingly said: "Death cannot be brought back to life, madam is nothing but sad. I heard A Cui said that you haven't eaten properly for a few days. Come, the pigeon I bought specially , the soup I personally stewed, my wife will drink it while it’s hot.”

Song Guichen asked in surprise, "You did it?"

"Taste the craft of being a husband." Du Qingshan showed a smile asking for credit, and personally blew a spoonful of soup to feed Song Guichen.

Song Guichen didn't have much appetite at first, but he couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he took a sip with a smile, and praised him endlessly: "It's really delicious, I didn't expect you to make soup?"

Du Qingshan smiled mysteriously.

Of course he would not tell Song Guichen that this was the suggestion of the two brats, A Qi and A Cui.

In order to stew the soup for this night, the three of them spent a lot of effort.

"Come, eat a piece of pigeon meat."

Song Guichen ate it with a smile. Unexpectedly, the pigeon meat just entered his mouth. He suddenly felt sick and retched while covering his mouth.

Du Qingshan was so frightened that he quickly put down the bowl: "Xiaochen, what's wrong? Is this pigeon meat not tasty?"

After that period of discomfort, Song Guichen reluctantly smiled at Du Qingshan: "It's okay, don't worry."

As he spoke, he gave himself a pulse.

Then he looked at Du Qingshan seriously.

Seeing this, Du Qingshan was very anxious: "Xiaochen, are you okay? Don't scare me?"

"Happy pulse."

"What? Ximai?" Du Qingshan was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he hugged Song Guichen ecstatically and turned around on the spot, asking in disbelief, "Ximai?"

Song Guichen was turned dizzy by him, and punched him in the chest: "Yes, it's Ximai, do you want to admit it?"

"Acknowledge, admit!" Du Qingshan was overjoyed, carefully hugged Song Guichen and sat on the bed, holding her hand, her eyes were full of her shadow, "Xiaochen, ma'am, I, Du Qingshan, want to be a Father!"

Song Guichen smiled: "It's all my fault. I haven't had any appetite for the past few days, but I never thought of it. Counting the time, it has been three months."

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Du Qingshan said hastily, "there are a lot of things going on in the past few days, and I didn't think about it so much. I've made you feel wronged."

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands nervously, and touched Song Guichen's stomach tentatively: "My lady, can you tell if this is a boy or a girl?"

"Do you like boys or girls?"

"I like them all." Du Qingshan said with a smile, "If it's a boy, I'll buy him the Four Treasures of the Study, brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and teach him martial arts. If it's a girl, I'll buy her beautiful clothes with rouge and pollen, and teach her."

"Teach her what?" Song Guichen tilted his head and looked at Du Qingshan amusedly.

Du Qingshan thought for a while: "If it's a daughter, I'll teach her how to read and write, and my wife will teach her to know medicine to cure diseases and practice medicine to save lives—ah, no, I haven't prepared anything yet, so I have to hurry up and get my child's Things need to be done, lady, do you think this is a girl or a boy? What should we buy and do?"

Song Guichen said with a smile: "It's only been a few months, and I'm thinking so far. Besides, how can I tell the gender of the fetus just by feeling the pulse? I'm not a god in the sky."

"Xiaochen is a fairy in the sky." Du Qingshan gently hugged Song Guichen in his arms, "Now that I am pregnant with our child, I can't worry too much and be too sad, and I have to eat well , you have to take good care of yourself."

Speaking of this, Song Guichen sighed lightly: "I heard that Mrs. Kou buried Mrs. Qiantao by the West Lake, I miss Master a little."

Hearing this, Du Qingshan hugged Song Guichen a little tighter.

It seemed that she was afraid that she would leave him in the next moment.

　Say something: Merry Christmas~~ One year is about to pass, so many dead!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)