The Cultivation of Concubine

Chapter 368 Do you like His Highness the Crown Prince? (3)
He asked cautiously, and his tone was completely different from usual. Ajiao was annoyed, so naturally he didn't hear Xiao Heng's strangeness, so he just replied truthfully: "Although it's a good thing to change it, you can't pretend that nothing happened. Shizi, you are different from the third son. You treat me wholeheartedly, but the third son has a wife and children, so it is impossible for him to give Xingyao his whole heart. Even if he did, it would not be fair to his wife." She didn't understand why a man You can have three wives and four concubines, but women can only stick to one.Shouldn't men and women be equal emotionally?If a woman can tolerate her husband taking concubines, even though she agrees on the surface, she must not be happy in her heart.

Xiao Heng subconsciously said: "I will not make mistakes."

After hearing this, Ajiao smiled and said, "Of course I know that."

"En." Xiao Heng hugged his wife a little tighter, with a little worry on his brows.He thought for a while, then rubbed his wife's face, and whispered, "Ajiao, kiss me."

this man...

Ajiao had no choice but to lean up and kissed him on the lips, then squeezed Xiao Heng's face in a coaxing tone, and said, "It's getting late, let's go to sleep."

Xiao Heng couldn't sleep.

The next day Ajiao went to see Xingyao with Zhizhi in her arms.

Xingyao's illness was cured more than a month ago, and now she looks refreshed, but her small face still has no flesh, her chin is pointed, and her eyes look even bigger.Seeing Zhizhi, she was overjoyed immediately, and hurriedly took Zhizhi from Ajiao's arms.

Seeing Xingyao's joy, Ajiao almost blurted out to let her have a baby.But she understands that as a concubine, whether the child will be born or not is not allowed to be decided by themselves.Xingyao's body is better than hers, and the third son has come to Xingyao's place more often, so it stands to reason that she should be pregnant.But there is no movement at the moment, could it be that he drank Bizi Tang?Ajiao frowned, knowing that if the third son wanted Xingyao to drink Bizi soup, it was impossible for Xingyao not to drink it.But she knew that Xingyao liked the third son so much, so she wanted to have a child for him.

Ajiao didn't mention it, just smiled and said: "I see that Zhizhi has become fat again. Look, this arm looks like a lotus root, and each section is fleshy."

Xingyao touched it, and it was really all meat.

But she likes it, "Let's know that fat is cute. Look at the big eyes, small nose, and pink and tender mouth. I think that when she grows up, she will be more cute than a mother like you." It's even better dear."

Ajiao thought in her heart: In her eyes, Zhizhi is the most beautiful little girl.

Xingyao really likes Zhizhi very much. She watched Zhizhi open his mouth and babbled and talked to her, his little hands were also clenched into little fists, and his calf legs were even more vigorous, kicking back and forth.This is Ajiao's daughter.Ajiao was about the same age as her, yet she already had such a lovely daughter.

Xingyao carefully touched Zhizhi's face, and when she saw her smiling at her, she immediately felt her eyes were wet.

So cute.

After hugging for a while, Xingyao handed Zhizhi to Ajiao.Ajiao hugged her daughter and coaxed her, and then said to Xingyao, "This is the chicken soup I ordered someone to cook for you. You are not in your body just yet. See how thin you have become. You should make up for it."

Xingyao is also not polite, although her appetite is not good these days, but this is Ajiao's wish.

She took the spoon, lifted the lid of the cup, and bent her lips as she smelled the hot and fragrant chicken soup.

In the huge Yasukuni Mansion, only Ajiao misses and loves herself so much.

Xingyao lowered her eyes, almost crying.

Xingyao took a spoonful and tasted it. The chicken soup was delicious, but she actually felt nausea.This reaction came too fast, Xing Yao frowned, quickly put down the spoon, turned her head to the side and retched.

(End of this chapter)