I'm Pregnant with the Regent's Offspring (BL) [ChatGPT Translated]

Chapter 33

Chu Zhaoyou's rosy face leaned against his own chest, like a peony temporarily leaning on a railing to avoid the wind. With a light touch, it seemed as if it would fall into the northern wind and sway with a lowered head.

The regent put down the vermilion pen, took the sword and reins that he had held for two months, and his calloused palms were covered with another layer.

The fair and rosy face seemed to have an attractive force. At that moment of contact, Xiao Heng seemed to hear the sound of snow falling in his ears.

It must be this white, tender, and warm skin that could feel the weight of snowflakes. Even if the regent's rough hands were immersed in ice water, the chill would come late.

Chu Zhaoyou's eyelids twitched. The sound of the horse's hooves just now did not wake him up, but now, due to a slight itch on his face, he furrowed his brows slightly.

Xiao Heng squinted his eyes, rubbing Chu Zhaoyou's face heavily, and pinched him maliciously before leaving.

"Awake?"

Xiao Heng's sword made a clanging sound as he placed it on the table. The hand that hung down, the thumb rubbing against the index finger's fingertip, as if there were tiny ants crawling there. The regent's two fingers ground fiercely, his gaze deepening.

Chu Zhaoyou half-opened his mouth, rubbing his own face, surprised: "You pinched me! You came back just to pinch me?"

Couldn't you wake him up in a way that reflects the friendship between ruler and subject?

Xiao Heng looked at him indifferently, ordered someone to add more firewood to the brazier, and said, "What, do you want me to wash your face with snow?"

Chu Zhaoyou coughed, the old dog thief didn't wake up at the time, how did he know he pinched his face?

Petty, but this also required retaliation.

He glanced at the regent's shoulder, then glanced again, tilting his neck slightly and said, "How is the regent's injury? The court of Da Chu still relies on the regent, please take care of your health."

Seeing his look as if he could attend court the next day, Xiao Heng couldn't contain his anger, his right hand moved, and a little blood oozed from his shoulder.

"I won't die."

Ah?

Chu Zhaoyou clenched his fists placed on his knees tightly, pulling at the yellow robe embroidered with cloud dragons, "Do you want to invite a physician to take a look?"

"I'm not waiting for the banquet set up by the prince, let's eat first."

Chu Zhaoyou hosted a banquet on the city tower, surrounded by heavy curtains to block the wind. The table was unique, with a pot on top and a hollow filled with burning charcoal underneath.

The whole table was warm, and Chu Zhao stayed by the stove roasting fire, waiting for the regent to become drowsy.

Xiao Heng threw thinly sliced lamb, fish, and vegetables on the table into the boiling pot.

The soup base was stewed for five hours with old duck soup, skimming off the meat and foam, leaving only the clear broth.

Chu Zhaoyou poured the sliced old ginger on hand into the pot, regardless of whether it was difficult to drink, to warm the regent.

While it was freezing outside, the temperature here was pleasant. Drinking hot soup with freshly cooked dishes, there was nothing to complain about.

Chu Zhaoyou took the initiative to pick up food for the regent, very agile, "I can do this for you."