The matter of asking for the delivery of the nanny was decided after Fu Yun and Zhou Yun discussed it.

Zhou Yun is now seven months pregnant. She is afraid of an accident, so the baby maid should prepare it earlier. In response, Zhou Yun nodded and agreed, only making one request: "I'm helping me find me personally?"

In other words, don't let others interfere in this matter.

She couldn't even feel at ease with anyone.

It was late at night and everyone was quiet. Fu Yun hugged someone in his arms, putting his big palm on her back, listening to his words, and his movements seemed to be paused.

Zhou Yun noticed that she raised her head slightly, saw the moment of hesitation on the man's face, and frowned irritably: "Isn't this possible?"

The hesitation flew in a flash, and Fu Yun had no choice but to use her temper. He paused and said lightly: "It's not wrong to leave this matter to the princess."

He and Zhou Yun were different from his identities. Zhou Yun could unscrupulously speculate in front of him that the princess was uneasy and kind to her.

But he couldn't.

He could only remind him a little bit that if this matter was handed over to the princess, it would be the princess' responsibility. If something happened, the princess would not be able to get it well, and she would not shoot herself in the foot.

Zhou Yun was sleeping a lot during pregnancy, and at this time he was just holding his eyelids and discussing this matter with him.

When she heard this, she suddenly lowered her eyes, and the eyes were light and dark.

She could understand what my words meant, but she didn't know Zhuang Yisui's current physical condition. If she was Zhuang Yisui, even if she was responsible for taking responsibility afterwards, she would have attacked her at this time.

For the unparalleled reason, I was so hurt that I could not get pregnant. How could I see my enemy having a child safely?

Even though Zhuang Yisui was too much, the person who lacked the most in the backyard was the person who would reflect on himself.

She doesn't know, and naturally Zhuang Yisui doesn't know either.

After a moment of pause, Zhou Yun's face was on Fu Yun's chest and said softly: "But in this mansion, I only believe in the master."

Her voice was very light, and it almost dissipated as soon as she said it, floating into Fu Yun's ears. A faint and emotional sentence, but it made Fu Yun feel helpless.

The candlelight was lit indoors, shaking gently, and lightly and darkly. Behind a bed curtain, Fu Yun lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's black hair in his arms.

That day in Suiheyuan, her words "I don't believe anyone in this room" seemed to be in my mind again.

Fu Yun lowered his head, his eyes were obscure and difficult to tell. After a while, he raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

In order to make him compromise, she could even say such words, what else could he do to her?

He raised his hand and stroked the woman's back, and spoke quietly:

"It's up to you."

Why bother to say that you are lonely and helpless?

The candlelight shone through the bed curtain and reflected on Zhou Yun's side face. Her skin was like cream and coated with a layer of soft light. She closed her eyes lightly and looked very pleasant when she didn't speak.

After knowing that Fu Yun had answered her, he was ready to fall asleep without any worries.

When she woke up from her sleep, she seemed to feel thirsty and wanted to open her eyes, but suddenly she noticed something was wrong.

In the brocade quilt, there seemed to be a hand on her lower abdomen, stroking her with one touch, her movements were very gentle, and she felt particularly cherished.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

In the past, she slept early and slept heavily, only knowing that when she woke up the next day, everyone around her was always away.

She never knew that Fu Yun looked like this when she was sleeping.

Zhou Yun's eyes quietly opened a crack, and he could vaguely see the hourglass in the room through the window curtain. He thought in his heart that it was almost time for Fu Yun to go to the morning court.

She didn't know if Fu Yun hadn't slept all night or had just woken up.

Zhou Yun shook his eyes without any trace, and for no reason he didn't want to know the answer.

Inadvertently, she moved. As soon as the movement on her abdomen stopped, she heard the man's slightly heavy voice, revealing a bit of muteness after she had not been asleep for a long time: "Thirsty?"

He asked the simple words in a dull manner, feeling a little tired, but seemed to be used to it.

Zhou Yun was stunned for a while before tilting his head a little, as if he had not yet woken up, and asked vaguely: "...Master, how do you know?"

Fu Yun didn't answer her, but just hugged her body, moved a little bit, and got out of bed.

Zhou Yun lowered her eyelids and half sat up. Her clothes were light and thin. When she suddenly felt cool, she shrank her shoulders slightly and tightened the brocade quilt.

She heard Fu Yun pouring a cup of tea and walked towards her again. The footsteps gradually became clear. Fu Yun handed her the cup to her. Zhou Yun took it in a daze, drank water, and handed the cup to Fu Yun.

After the bed curtain was lifted, Zhou Yun glanced at Fu Yun with the candlelight.

He was raising his hand to pinch his eyebrows, relieved his fatigue, and soon there was no difference from usual. Zhou Yun suddenly felt a little hoarse. Somehow, she suddenly asked, "I'm disturbing me to rest?"

Fu Yun paused, put down his hand, and glanced at her in surprise:

"I'm sober today."

In one sentence, Zhou Yun blushed and he guessed that she might have been like this in the past, but she stubbornly said: "It is obvious that someone is vigilant, which disturbs me. I'll just call them in."

Such a big noise in the room soon spread outside, and Zhang Chong knocked on the door: "Master, do you want a servant to come in and serve?"

Fu Yun glanced at Zhou Yun more before singing to let Zhang Chong in.

After Zhang Chong came in, he saw Zhou Yun sitting leaning against the bed. Although he soon covered his expression in his eyes, Zhou Yun still caught the flash of surprise.

After falling asleep, Zhou Yun opened his eyes wide.

After a while, she said:

"It's all because of this child's sleepiness..."

Zhang Chongzheng was serving Fu Yun to dress. When he heard this, he couldn't help but lower his head.

Fu Yun paused for a moment, and he spoke for a while, and finally swallowed the sentence "How could you say it?"

Fu Yun walked in line with the night. As soon as he left, Zhou Yun spread it to Shi Qiu.

Shi Qiu came in in surprise: "Master, have you woken up so long ago today?"

Zhou Yun interrupted her, remembered her doubts just now, and frowned and asked her:

"Do I wake up often at night?"

Shi Qiu was a little hesitant and didn't know how to answer:

"This...it should be true."

Zhou Yun looked up suspiciously and asked back: "What does 'should' mean?"

Yes, no, no, what does such an vague answer mean?

"One time, the master woke up at night and was thirsty. I came in to serve him and was disliked by the master. Later, the prince ordered him to prepare hot water every night, and I didn't know much about the follow-up."

Having said that, Shi Qiu paused for a moment and added:

"But every morning, the water in the pot is nearly half less, so the master should wake up at night."

Zhou Yun's eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't believe it, and he said after a while:

"Why don't I remember?"

"It is normal for the master to sleep in a daze and not remember the nighttime events." Shi Qiu said.

Zhou Yun still couldn't believe it, but as she said, a vague memory seemed to come to her mind. She suddenly lost her voice and was stunned.

Shi Qiu was stunned when she saw her and called her in confusion:

"master?"

Zhou Yun came back to her senses and heard her ask, "But what's wrong?"

Zhou Yun pulled the corners of his lips.

What's wrong?

She couldn't say it, but she always felt something was wrong, and her emotions were surging.

If she often does this at night, wouldn’t she always sleep uneasy?

How could he ask the vigil to serve him?

and……

Why didn't she hear me mention it once?

Zhou Yun was suspicious, and her pink fingertips unconsciously clenched a corner of the brocade quilt. After a while, she still couldn't figure it out and lay back irritably.

Shi Qiusi guessed something: "Does the master feel sorry for the prince?"

Zhou Yun paused for a moment and looked back in surprise:

"What do you think of him? This child is not my concubine alone. I am so affected. If there is someone who should be distressed, it should be my concubine."

She took it for granted and was so guilty that Shi Qiu had to nodded with a smile.

After a moment, the room became quiet. Shi Qiu was about to retreat when he suddenly heard a sentence from the bed: "Besides, he doesn't let his servants serve him, what's wrong with Concubine Guan..."

What Zhou Yun was thinking that morning, no one knew about others.

Even Zhou Yun himself, after he woke up completely at Chen Shi, left that matter behind.

After the delivery nanny officially entered the mansion, Meng Zhaoyi's birthday in the palace also arrived.
To be continued...