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Chapter 587 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 44

"Your Majesty, your pulse is indeed... indeed..."

The imperial physician was sweating profusely, crawling on the ground trembling with fear, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"Reply...Reply to Your Majesty, there is indeed such a saying among the people. When a couple loves each other very much and their yin and yang are in harmony, the woman can get pregnant and the man can feel uncomfortable occasionally, which is...also normal..." He swallowed hard, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

"This... this is called... coupled pregnancy syndrome, also known as... morning sickness transfer..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The palace was in a dead silence, and one could hear a pin drop. An Lingrong was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. The laughter was crisp and pleasant, but it made the old doctor even more uneasy. He secretly raised his eyes to glance at Yinzhen, but saw that the emperor's face was ashen and his eyes were like knives. He was so scared that he quickly buried his head again.

"Ridiculous!" Yinzhen slammed the table so hard that the teacup jumped up. "I am the true dragon emperor, how could... how could there be such a weird thing!"

He was so furious that he wanted to drag the old doctor who was talking nonsense out and behead him.

He secretly raised his eyes to observe Yinzhen's face. Seeing that the emperor was not furious, he felt a little relieved and continued boldly, "The emperor is in good health, but... it's just that he and the imperial concubine are in love, and the yin and yang are in harmony, and the qi and blood are blended. I think it's because the emperor and the imperial concubine are in harmony and in love, and the dragon qi and the phoenix qi are blended, which caused the emperor to have such a strange disease. This is a good omen! A good omen!"

The old doctor's flattery helped Yinzhen to calm down a little. The corners of his tense mouth twitched slightly and he snorted in a ambiguous way.

The old doctor observed Yinzhen's expression and saw that his expression had eased a little. He immediately added fuel to the fire and said, "The emperor is handsome and graceful, and the imperial concubine is beautiful and charming. The two of them are a perfect match, a match made in heaven! This coupled pregnancy is a rare auspicious sign that only comes once in a century. It indicates that the Qing Dynasty will prosper and the weather will be good! I dare to predict that the fetus in the imperial concubine's belly must be a prince, who will become a great man in the future and bring glory to our Qing Dynasty!"

After hearing these words, Yinzhen's expression finally eased a little. He glanced at An Lingrong and saw a smile in her eyes and eyebrows. The sense of absurdity in his heart gradually dissipated.

Yinzhen coughed lightly, and with a hint of barely perceptible pride, he said, "Need you to tell me? The child of Rong'er and I is naturally the best!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on An Lingrong lovingly, as if no treasure in the world could compare to her.

An Lingrong lowered her eyes shyly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, her heart was as sweet as candied fruit. She gently stroked her still flat belly, and an indescribable feeling of happiness surged in her heart.

Upon seeing this, the old doctor immediately kowtowed again and praised loudly: "Your Majesty is wise! The Imperial Concubine and the Emperor are so loving, the prince in her belly must be a dragon among men, and in the future he will surely..."

"Okay, okay," Yinzhen interrupted him impatiently.

"Stop flattering me and quickly prescribe some prescriptions for Rong'er to keep her pregnancy going."

The old doctor responded quickly, stood up tremblingly, and started writing a prescription.

Only Yinzhen and An Lingrong were left in the palace, and the atmosphere was a little subtle. Yinzhen's eyes fell on An Lingrong, with a hint of tenderness that he himself did not notice.

"Rong'er, thank you for your hard work." He walked to An Lingrong and gently held her in his arms, his tone full of pity.

An Lingrong snuggled in his arms, feeling his warm embrace, and her heart was at peace.

She said softly: "It is not hard for me. It is my blessing to bear a child for Your Majesty."

Yinzhen stroked her hair, and a warm current surged in his heart. He looked down at her, his eyes full of love. Although this strange "coupled pregnancy" seemed absurd to him, it also made him feel a strange connection, as if there was another layer of bond between him and Rong'er.

Yinzhen was glad that it was him who had to suffer from morning sickness instead of his delicate Rong'er.

He couldn't imagine how the delicate Rong'er would feel if she suffered from morning sickness every day. He would rather suffer himself than let her suffer any injustice.

He tightened his arms, holding An Lingrong tighter in his arms, and gently rubbed his chin on the top of her soft hair. It felt wonderful. He, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, actually had symptoms of morning sickness. If this were to be spread out, I'm afraid everyone in the world would laugh their heads off. However, looking at An Lingrong's peaceful sleeping face in his arms, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Your Majesty," An Lingrong moved in his arms, her voice soft.

"I am a little hungry."

Yinzhen was stunned, then burst into laughter. This pregnancy syndrome was really strange. He, a grown man, could actually feel hungry.

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask the imperial kitchen to prepare it." he asked softly.

An Lingrong wanted to eat sour plums, which made her feel a little embarrassed. After all, she should be the one suffering from morning sickness, not the emperor.

But Yinzhen didn't seem to think anything was wrong and immediately ordered the kitchen to do it. While he was giving orders, he gently rubbed An Lingrong's temples, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a precious piece of porcelain.

"Your Majesty, am I in trouble?" An Lingrong's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of uneasiness.

Yinzhen stopped what he was doing and looked down at her, his eyes full of doting: "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about. You are carrying my child, which is a great achievement. I love you so much, how could I find it troublesome?"

An Lingrong's heart seemed to be surrounded by a warm current. She raised her head and looked at Yinzhen with eyes full of emotion.

"Your Majesty..." She called softly, and all her words turned into this whisper.

Yinzhen looked at her like this, and his heart softened. He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently: "I will take good care of you and the child."

The sour plums were brought up soon, and An Lingrong ate a few, and her stomach finally felt better. Yinzhen watched from the side, his eyes full of smiles. This strange pregnancy syndrome actually gave him another kind of fun.

An Lingrong ate the sour plums, the sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth, as if even the faint throbbing in her stomach became sweet. Yinzhen watched quietly from the side, his eyes so gentle that they almost dripped with tears.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked An Lingrong's lower abdomen, feeling the wonderful rhythm of life.

"I am really curious about what this child will look like when he is born." Yinzhen whispered, with a hint of anticipation in his tone that he himself did not even notice.

An Lingrong smiled shyly and said softly, "I am curious too. Your Majesty, tell me, will she be more like you?"