Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Qingchen was startled, turned around suddenly, and fell into a warm embrace.

"Emperor...Brother Emperor..." She raised her eyes, and a handsome face immediately came into her eyes.

And there was a faint smell of alcohol coming from him.

"Have you been drinking?" Qingchen pressed his small hands against his hot chest.

She tried to push him away from her slightly, but he wouldn't let her go.

A big hand wrapped around her waist. Seeing that she was about to struggle, he hugged her harder.

"Brother Imperial?" She called uneasily, fearing that he was drunk.

However, the smell of alcohol was not strong, so he probably wouldn't be drunk.

"Well, the second brother came into the palace just now and had a few drinks with me." He responded lightly, his deep eyes staring straight at her pink face.

The distance between the bookshelves is so small that only one person can walk forward.

But now the two of them were standing sideways in the space between the bookshelves, which seemed quite crowded.

Although there was no one else in the library, it was not appropriate for the two of them to hug each other here.

"Let me go first. Yueji is going to find Huo Zhezi. It will scare her if she comes back later..." Yueji is not very courageous. If she knows her relationship with Yue Qinghe...

No, this must never be known to others.

"When I came in just now, I had already asked her to go out and wait." Yue Qinghe buried his head between her neck, and a faint fragrance filled the tip of his nose.

Let him bury his head deeper greedily.

"Brother Imperial... you... don't do this." What happened to him tonight?

When he was in his study during the day, he never touched himself, so why did he do it tonight...

Because of her miscarriage, Li Mo had told him not to have sex for a month.

Now that a month has passed, he can no longer restrain himself when he is so close to her.

Without saying a word, he clasped her waist close to him before she could react. His warm lips covered hers, and his lips and tongue entangled hers heavily.

Qingchen was stunned for a moment and wanted to struggle, but felt that his mind was dizzy at this time.

Teach her not to know whether it is real or in a dream...

His familiar scent lingered in her nose and mouth, and gradually, her resistance weakened.

The corners of Qingchen's eyes were slightly moist, and she knew very well that she was more greedy for such warmth than he was.

Seeing that she no longer resisted, his kiss became deeper and deeper, sucking urgently and demanding passionately.

He deeply absorbed all her sweetness, swallowed up all her tenderness, and her weak resistance.

Under the wanton battle of lips and tongues, what he wanted was no longer simple comfort, but a more violent demand.

They teased each other with chaotic breaths, as if they were trying to make up for the gap in this month.

He kissed until he couldn't hold himself back, and kissed until he couldn't breathe.

He moved one hand restlessly down her curves.

Then he directly covered her buttocks, pressing her towards him, making her fit against him.

Qingchen originally wanted to struggle, but couldn't help but fell in.

He reached out to untie her belt and kissed down her white neck inch by inch.

Her slim and graceful figure looked even more alluring under the cover of her single clothes.

It wasn't until her body felt cold that Qingchen was slightly startled, reaching out to grab his troublesome hand, "Wait a minute, don't do this..."

This is not his East Palace, let alone her Mingyue Palace.

It's a library!

It is so shameful to do such a thing in such a place!

"Yue Qinghe..." She whispered his name, "You are drunk."

Yue Qinghe held her little hand in his hand, raised his lips slightly, and stared at her with blazing eyes, "You will know in a moment whether I am drunk or not."

"You..." Qingchen's breath was stagnant, his face was slightly hot, but he still struggled, "You are really drunk."

"It's only a few glasses of wine, so it really won't make me drunk." Yue Qinghe's black eyes were filled with a smile, more of which contained a touch of lust.

"You... um..." She was about to say something, but she found that he had already invaded, and she couldn't help but moan, "Yue Qinghe... don't be like this, this is the library, in case someone comes in At once……"

Yue Qinghe put his fingertips on her lips and said in a mute voice: "Nothing goes wrong, I have asked Qingmu to guard outside and no one will come in."

"Are you really..." Qingchen glared at him coquettishly, suddenly feeling that he had come prepared.

And he still used alcohol to ‘commit murder’!

In the library pavilion, a weak candlelight flickered.

The oil paper window imprinted the faint moonlight on the floor of the library, reflecting the candlelight in the room.

The two figures tightly entwined were reflected on the ground.

……

After the lingering love ended, Qingchen put on her clothes and sat on the floor, leaning on his shoulder, "My father left me here today. Aren't you curious about what my father said to me?"

Yue Qinghe leaned against the wall in the library and sat side by side with her.

Her head rested on his shoulder, and the soft black hair was scattered on his chest. He took the handle of her black hair in the palm of his hand and rubbed it carefully, "What did the father say?"

"My father told me about the past between him and my mother." At this moment, Qingchen's mind suddenly thought of Yue Junxu's fragile side, and he couldn't help but sigh, "My father told me that he can be sure I must be from him."

So their relationship is still the same.

Hearing this, Yue Qinghe let out a chuckle in his chest, "If the father is not sure that you are his child, how can he accept you into the palace?"

"Brother Emperor, do you feel very lost?" she suddenly asked.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the black hair in his hand, his eyes darkened slightly, "No matter what your relationship with your father is, it cannot change the relationship between you and me."

Qingchen couldn't help but sigh, "I thought Sister Eighth Emperor's evidence was true. I'm not a princess, so we wouldn't be..."

She couldn't say what came next.

He reached out and hugged her, "Stop thinking so much, okay?"

Yue Qingqian's evidence is true, and so are Wen Po's words.

But whether she is really her father's child depends entirely on his words.

Not those evidences and witnesses.

"Well, I don't want to anymore." Qingchen nodded. No matter how much he thought, he could not change the relationship between the two of them.

Why add to your troubles?

but……

His gentle little hands unconsciously touched his flat belly.

She can't have another accident like that

"I...I want anti-pregnancy medicine." She suddenly spoke softly.

Yue Qinghe held her hand tighter, and his eyes dimmed, "Okay."

Then he handed her a small and exquisite medicine bottle on his waist, "Just take one pill."

Qingchen took the medicine bottle he handed over and frowned slightly, "Yue Qinghe, you are really well prepared!"

"I just don't want you to suffer." I don't want her to be frightened either.

Why does this sound a little wrong?

Is it possible that he really knows about the child?

"You are weak and not suitable for Yuxi." He explained lightly.