Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

Yelu Zongzheng, who was lying on the bed, was still mumbling in a semi-conscious state.

Chajiu leaned over and listened, only to realize that what he kept repeating was her name.

Yan Yang, Yan Yang.

It was obviously a rough and hoarse voice, but it was full of the softest and tenderest friendship.

Chajiu sighed silently and took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

This move woke up Yelu Zongzheng. He opened his eyes warily at first. His eyes were as sharp as if they were being cut with countless sharp knives. But when they touched Cha Jiu's face, they quickly lost their sharpness and became blank and helpless. Harmful.

"Yan Yang?" He slowly opened his eyes, and his out-of-focus pupils were slowly regaining consciousness.

"It's me." Cha Jiu really admired Yelu Zongzheng's self-control.

Albizia Julibrissin Gu is a powerful thing. No matter how determined a person is, all their sanity will be eroded away when they encounter it, leaving only the lowest physical desires in their mind.

And Yelv Zongzheng had endured it for so long, and it was rare that he could still have some sense to recognize her.

But this reason soon passed away.

Yelu Zongzheng was restless and difficult to control.

Now that the face of the loved one is so close, the unique fragrance of the other person turns into floating threads and moves between the nose, teasing and teasing.

His eyes became even more red and terrifying, staring closely at Cha Jiu in front of him, just like a hungry beast staring at its prey!

Chajiu blinked, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the waist, carried to the bed, and pressed under someone.

The system stood up and stretched, pretending to shut down, but actually pressed the screen recording button quietly.

"You are Yan Yang."

Yelv Zongzheng pressed Chajiu under him, and caressed her face with his hot palms.

Chajiu raised her eyes to look at him and replied, "I am."

"you are mine."

Yelu Zongzheng said again.

This time, Cha Jiu didn't answer so readily.

Seeing her hesitation, Yelv Zongzheng's black eyes darkened, and a sudden hint of madness appeared.

"You are mine." His hand covered her slender neck, but he was reluctant to use any force and could only repeat this sentence over and over again in a stubborn tone.

Cha Jiu was helpless.

She raised her hand and touched his cheek, which was burned by the poison, and finally said softly: "I am yours."

Yelu Zongzheng was so happy that he leaned over and kissed her lips.

His kiss was simply the external expression of his mood at the moment.

Sometimes extremely erotic and radical.

Sometimes he would stop and gently comfort her, as if he was afraid of frightening her.

But it was precisely this kind of erratic and irregular kiss that made Cha Jiu's soul tremble and her whole body feel numb.

Confused and obsessed, entangled with fireflies.

The clothes are all gone and the house is filled with spring scenery.

Even the peeking candlelight was so embarrassed that he hid his face and shook.

But in this critical period.

Yelu Zongzheng actually stopped.

Chajiu: "?"

His eyes were unfocused and confused, and his anger was gone, but he still remembered his "slowly plotting" plan for his sweetheart.

So he endured the sweat on his forehead and the blue veins bulging out, but still gritted his teeth and insisted: "No, Yan Yang doesn't love me enough, I can't be so fast..."

Chajiu: "..."

It seems she needs to take the initiative.

Chajiu wrapped his hands around the emperor's neck, kissed the thin lips that kept talking nonsense, then flipped his position and pressed him under him.

The long hair of the two of them was entangled with each other, like beautiful brocade slowly unraveling on the pillow.

Chajiu looked at him from top to bottom, her pupils as bright as the bright moon.

"I love you," she said in tribal language.

Then, he repeated it in ordinary Central Plains Chinese: "My heart is happy with you."

Immediately afterwards, there is "I like you" in the southwest foreign language.

She spoke a lot, in dozens of different languages.

It's a pity that Yelu Zongzheng was possessed by poison and could not clearly hear this shocking confession.

Finally, Cha Jiupan held his shoulders and bit his earlobe, earning a sexy and low moan from the other party.

"besides."

"Actually, my name is not Yan Yang, my name is Zijin. Qingqing Zijin is in my heart. From commoner to palace examination, from court to you..."

My Majesty.

But for the sake of the king, I have been pondering it so far.

Yingbai's slender waist fell slowly.

The delicate red plum blossoms outside the window are blooming on the bold grassland.

This night.

There were endless sounds in the camp.

The Queen Mother and her people were waiting outside, but they couldn't wait for the two of them to stop.

The young imperial doctor said awkwardly: "The Queen Mother, in fact, I estimate that the poison on Your Majesty's body should be cured..."

Otherwise he would have died before the hour.

Where do you still have the strength to struggle until now?

The expression on the Queen Mother's face relaxed at first, and then she also felt a little embarrassed.

This son is really making waves!

So out of control!

"In that case, you should go down first. But everyone should know what should be said and what should not be said."

The Queen Mother looked around at everyone present with piercing eyes, and her tone was full of intimidation.

Everyone bowed their heads in response, expressing their loyalty.

These people are all confidants, their wealth and life are all in the hands of Yelu Zongzheng, so they will naturally be tight-lipped about Chajiu and Yelu Zongzheng.

Afterwards, the Queen Mother left the two imperial doctors to wait for His Majesty to wake up and diagnose his pulse, while she led people to the banquet to appease the frightened courtiers and completely clean up the chaos tonight.

……

The next morning.

Yelu Zongzheng woke up.

The discomfort left by the poison on his body completely dissipated, and he even felt a wonderful sense of satisfaction slowly flowing through every inch of his body.

But he didn't remember very clearly what happened last night.

He only vaguely remembered Cha Jiu coming to him and saying "I am yours" to him.

Then there were sporadic red waves, and finally the scene of the two sleeping in each other's arms.

But Yelu Zongzheng, who woke up, reached out and reached to the side.

But there was nothing but deserted emptiness.

What about people?

Yelu Zongzheng was a little flustered. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He stepped barefoot on the ground and looked outside.

As a result, when the curtain was opened, Cha Jiu was seen wearing plain clothes, with long hair disheveled, kneeling on the ground with a knife in both hands.

Seeing Yelu Zongzheng approaching, Chajiu met his stunned gaze with a pale face, then closed her eyes, long eyelashes trembling, and bowed deeply to him with her long knife raised high.

"I have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor. Please grant me death."