Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 45 Punishment

It rained for several days in Yancheng, and all the roads out of the city and into the city were blocked, and no one could get out and no one could get in.

Maybe it was Yan Cheng and Yao Shaoqing's daily care that worked, or maybe it was the peace talisman that I asked for at Ruyi Pavilion a few days ago, and Song Jinshu's fever finally subsided. No more itching to sleep.

Yan Cheng brought the medicine he had prepared himself from the kitchen, and saw Song Jinshu and Yao Shaoqing facing head to head, leaning on the bed with their backs facing the door, not knowing what they were doing.

The bed curtain was lowered, and the looming gauze covered the movements of the two of them. Only Yao Shaoqing's light laugh with some gasping voices and Song Jinshu's soft pleasing voice could be heard.

Yan Cheng's face suddenly darkened. If it wasn't for the fact that the two of them were pregnant with children, he might really think that Song Jinshu might be hiding a little monster on the bed.

Yao Shaoqing straddled the bed, his belly was too big, as if he was about to give birth. Some fell heavily between his legs and almost touched the bed board. He lowered his head slightly and held the white single shirt he was wearing inside.

Song Jinshu looked at his slightly bulging belly, and reached out to touch it curiously.

Yao Shaoqing shrank back, the child in her belly seemed to be frightened, and pushed out a bulge from her belly, which startled Song Jinshu.

He retracted his hand in a panic, and looked at Yao Shaoqing blankly, as if he had done something heinous just now.

Yao Shaoqing was amused by Song Jinshu, and her face was pale because of the child's excessive movements, which seemed extremely distressing.

"It's alright, they are very naughty."

Yao Shaoqing raised his hand to cover his stomach and gently soothed the restless child inside.

By the time the children were quiet, the clothes behind him were already soaked in cold sweat.

"He, they?"

Song Jinshu hasn't shown his arms yet, so looking at Yao Shaoqing's overly large belly, he will always worry that he will be the same in the future.

With some difficulty, Yao Shaoqing went behind him and fastened the thin belt of the apron, covering the pair of slightly swollen milk balls that had begun to develop, as well as the bright red cinnabar mole on his chest.

He only had flesh on his stomach, which made the two groups of little things even more cute and attractive.

Song Jinshu looked away in embarrassment, but his fingers involuntarily grasped the sheets under him.

Will it be like this in the future...?

"Yeah," Yao Shaoqing heard the sound of the door opening, and hurriedly put on his clothes, before Yan Cheng walked to the bed, he opened the window curtain, "There are two naughty eggs inside."

Yao Shaoqing was saying When he was a child, his expression was extraordinarily gentle, as if all the sad things that had been bothering him for so long had disappeared in an instant, and he almost regarded the child in his belly as his full support.

"Princess."

Yan Cheng stopped five steps away from the bed and put the medicine in his hand on the table.

Yao Shaoqing has never been seen sitting on the bed by anyone other than Xiao Yize, so even though he looked at Shang Yancheng's polite and cold eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

With his left hand behind his back, he refused Yan Cheng and Song Jinshu's help and got off the bed with some effort. Holding his huge belly, he struggled to stuff a pair of swollen feet into his shoes.

Liu Cong had already heard the movement inside, and when Yao Shaoqing opened the door, he immediately went up to support Yao Shaoqing, who was crumbling.

As soon as he left the room, Yao Shaoqing's face paled a bit, his lips lost all blood, and he let out a sigh of relief as he pressed all his strength on Liu Cong's body.

"Princess, the medicine that my father sent..."

Yao Shaoqing opened his eyes and shook his head with a frown with delicate and slender eyebrows, and immediately rejected what Liu Cong wanted to say next.

"How can you hold on like this!"

Liu Cong was in a hurry, and his voice inevitably grew louder, causing Yao Shaoqing's heartbeat to stall and bursts of dizziness struck.

"Help me back to the room, I know medical skills and I know my body."

Liu Cong knew that he couldn't persuade this master, so he carefully helped Yao Shaoqing back to the room while sighing.

Song Jinshu still didn't come back to his senses, so when Yan Cheng brought the medicine bowl to his mouth, he subconsciously took a sip with Yan Cheng's hand, and soon his face was wrinkled from crying.

Yan Cheng laughed, looking at Song Jinshu's expression of wanting to vomit but unwilling to vomit, he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed him on the cheek.

I don't know where to take out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus candy wrapped in oil paper. The sweet and greasy aroma quickly emanated from the oil paper. Song Jinshu's eyes lit up and stared at the candy in Yan Cheng's hand.

But he didn't expect that Yan Cheng broke off a small piece of candy and threw it into his mouth without a word, and then pointed to the medicine bowl on his left hand, signaling Song Jinshu to take the medicine obediently.

Song Jinshu's face wrinkled again, took the bowl from his hand, and stared down at the dark medicine with a reluctant expression on his face.

"Drink, yes, and throw up."

Yan Cheng thought it was funny, so he held back his smile so that Song Jinshu could not see it, and pushed the medicine in front of Song Jinshu with a stern face.

Seeing that this move would not work, Song Jinshu rolled his eyes and wondered what bad water was thinking in his mind.

Suddenly thinking of what Yao Shaoqing said to him just now, he took Yan Cheng's hand and pressed it on his still flat belly, and said in a serious manner: "Baby said, say he doesn't, don't like it, drink medicine."

Yan Cheng He couldn't bear it anymore. His wife raised her head and looked straight at him with pure and trusting eyes. He lowered his head and kissed Song Jinshu's lips through the scented Chinese medicine.

The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus that was about to be melted by the warmth of his mouth was pushed into Song Jinshu's mouth with the tip of his tongue, and his rough tongue attacked the city wantonly in Song Jinshu's tender mouth.

Song Jinshu couldn't swallow, and a slightly sweet and sticky silver thread overflowed from the corner of his mouth, swaying swaying in the air, and finally could not bear the sudden break, and dripped onto the quilt under him.

"Hmm..."

While Song Jinshu was not looking, Yan Cheng quickly lowered his head and put the medicine in the bowl into his mouth and put it into Song Jinshu's mouth.

The concoction is bitter, but Yan Cheng's mouth is sweet.

Song Jinshu struggled a little at first, but in the end, he leaned limply into Yan Cheng's arms, unaware that the bowl fell to his hand, and stretched out a hand to grab Yan Cheng's collar, the Adam's apple on his slender neck kept rolling.

Just when he was about to lose his breath, Yan Cheng finally let him go and whispered in his ear.

"As I said, this is your punishment for taking the medicine obediently."