The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Time passed quickly, Wen Nu lay on the bed for a whole three months, eating and drinking for these three months were all taken care of by Gu Yu himself.

The lower abdomen has been slightly protruding, and now she is wearing some spacious clothes, the materials are extremely extravagant, Wu Naike said that it is a thousand-inch tencel, which is more expensive than silk yarn.

Wen Nu's expression didn't change when he heard the words, he was sitting in front of the window with the little black rabbit in his arms, his legs were a little weak when he got up from the bed after lying down for too long.

Seeing that the immortal master didn't like to listen, Wu Naike shut up and changed the subject: "Master immortal, do you want to go for a walk?"

Wen Nu remembered that he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, frowned and nodded: "That's fine."

He changed out of the loose pajamas, put on a crescent white gown and pushed the door out with the little black rabbit.

The sun instantly enveloped the whole person, it was very warm and comfortable.

Wen Nu slightly bent his eyes to look at the sky, the long gown on his body was blown by the light wind, and the slightly protruding belly was particularly obvious by the wind.

Wu Naike stood quietly behind him, holding the cloak in his hand, and stopped when he saw the immortal master stop, never disturbing the immortal master.

After a long time, Wen Nu gently raised the corners of his lips, and said to Wu Naike who was behind him, "Let's go, let's go to the Royal Garden."

"Yes, Master Immortal."

The two walked slowly to the imperial garden, and met eunuchs and maids on the way, Wen Nu asked them to stand up gently with brows and eyes, except in front of that person, he was still a gentle god.

The Imperial Garden is very large, Wen Nu found a pavilion, sat in it staring at the lotus pond, and closed his eyes to feel the warmth of the breeze.

Wu Naike was always vigilant about his surroundings, for fear that a person would suddenly appear and hurt the fairy master and the little prince.

There seemed to be conversations not far away, and gradually a red figure appeared, followed by a little eunuch.

"My lord, let's go back home quickly, it's a bit cold today, what if you catch a cold!"

Zhang Xiaojiang tried his best to persuade his master, wanting him to return home as soon as possible.

National teacher Xue Yuan covered his lips and coughed lightly, the red fur-collared cloak on his body looked like a burning flame in the sun, making his face paler and more morbidly beautiful.

Wen Nu raised his eyes when he heard the voice, saw that it was Xue Yuan, the national teacher, and frowned slightly, inevitably recalling the dreams he often had.

I don't know how many times I dreamed of the scene of marrying the national teacher, but every time it ended with that person being pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows.

Staring at the national teacher unknowingly started a daze

, Xue Yuan keenly sensed that someone was looking at him, and quickly glanced towards the pavilion where he was looking, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

When he saw the people in the pavilion, his eyes flickered.I didn't expect to see the Fallen Angel here.

In the past, every time he went to the North Palace, he would be stopped by Gu Yu, saying that the fallen angel was recuperating and it was difficult to see others, and he had never seen the fallen angel in three months.

The corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly, he put on his cloak and walked slowly towards the pavilion, covering his lips and coughing lightly from time to time, a hint of surprise flashed across his pale and weak face: "Is Qing Ya's illness better?"

Wen Nu got up and gave him a warm smile, stretched out his hand to invite him to sit down, and said, "I've been lying in the palace for three months, and I'm much better."

There seemed to be a slight smile in Xue Yuan's eyes, his expressionless face softened for a moment, and he said with some regret: "I haven't seen Qingya again since that day, and the agreement with Qingya has not been fulfilled either." .”

Wen Nu was reminded of that day by Xue Yuan's words, and he seemed to feel the pain of that day's despair again.

The corners of Wei Yang's lips froze, and he quickly interrupted him to continue recalling: "Why did the National Teacher come to the palace today, but you have something important to do with His Majesty?"

Seeing the Fallen God changing the subject, the national teacher Xue Yuan quickly flashed a dim light in his eyes, and thoughtfully followed his words and said: "Today, I just came out of the court hall and wanted to pick some flowers in the imperial garden, but I didn't expect to meet him." Meet Qingya."

Wen Nu blinked suspiciously: "Picking flowers?"

Xue Yuan hummed: "Tomorrow is the Flower God's Day, pick some flowers and bring them home for the kitchen staff to make flower cakes."

Remembering that the previous agreement was not fulfilled, the national teacher raised his eyes to look at the Fallen God: "Qingya will go out of the palace to play tomorrow. The Flower God Festival is considered a grand festival in Gu Dynasty, and there are many interesting things outside the palace."

Wen Nu lowered his eyes, even if he wanted to go, he couldn't go, after all, that person was very strong.

Pulling the corners of her lips, she refused with a smile: "I still don't want to go, I just got better recently, if I go out of the palace, I'm afraid it will get worse."

Regret flashed in Xue Yuan's eyes, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, but the little eunuch Zhang Xiaojiang next to him whispered to persuade the master to return to the mansion.

"Master, it's time for you to go back and rest. Getting up early today is the most harmful thing." Zhang Xiaojiang was in a hurry, and when he heard the adult coughing from time to time, sweat broke out on his face in a hurry.

Wen Nu looked curiously at the little eunuch next to the national teacher. He always felt that he looked familiar, but he didn't think too much about it. Instead, he helped him persuade the national teacher: "

Since the national teacher is not feeling well, it is better to go back to the mansion early to rest, and I should go back too. "

Seeing the Fallen Angel get up, Xue Yuan got up after him, a gust of wind blew up and lifted the hem of their clothes.From the corner of the eye, he saw the slightly protruding lower abdomen of the Fallen Angel, and his brows furrowed quickly, making it difficult to see the change of expression on his face.

Wen Nu nodded and took Wu Naike out of the pavilion, and soon disappeared into the imperial garden.

The national teacher Xue Yuan said with a cold face, let's go, Zhang Xiaojiang hurriedly followed behind the adult with a basket of flowers.

On the way, Xue Yuan thought of the slightly protruding belly of the Fallen Angel more than once, and returned to the mansion to summon another informant he had hidden in the palace to ask about the Fallen Angel.

Hearing that Zhang Quanan went to the Imperial Hospital to get Baotai Pills, the national teacher suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart, as if something that belonged to him had been snatched away.

His eyes flickered, and he ordered the informant to keep watching with a cold face, then waved him away.

The Fallen Angel is actually pregnant...

Thinking of Gu Yu asking him to move into the Tai Chi Palace, his pupils dilated and guessed a possibility.

The fallen angel is pregnant with Gu Yu's child.

The sudden pain in his heart was unbearable, Xue Yuan's face became even paler, he bent down with his hands covering his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

The soul seemed to have left the body and came to other places, and after floating for an unknown amount of time, it finally touched the ground.

Just like in the previous dream, the National Teacher's Mansion was decorated with lights and festoons, and a young man in a red dress sat in the night, loudly condemning him, asking him why he lied to him.

Xue Yuan opened his mouth uncontrollably, his voice was dry and hoarse: "Anu, don't you want to marry me?"

Tears hung from the corners of the red-clothed boy's eyes, and his eyes were full of anger: "I won't marry you!"

Xue Yuan could see everything around him, but he couldn't control his body. He could only watch helplessly as he walked towards the boy, grasped those frail and slender wrists forcefully, and said forcefully and crazily: "Wen Nu, there is no regret in this world. Medicine, you said you would marry me, and I will never let you go."

Suddenly the picture changed to the scene of the two walking towards the high hall. He took the boy's hand, pulled him step by step towards the hall, and pressed him to pay homage to the hall.

Before he could examine it carefully, the red around him dissipated. The young man in red changed his clothes and lay in his arms covered in blood in a light blue gown.

Xue Yuan's heart was in pain, his face was cool, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it away blankly,

What was wet on the fingertips were tears stained with the blood of a young man.

"Anu..."

"master……"

"master……"

"Master, wake up..."

There was a sudden mess around his ears, his body was very heavy, he struggled to open his eyes, and saw the tear-stained little eunuch crying and shaking him.

Xue Yuan covered her lips and coughed lightly, her voice hoarse: "What's going on?"

Zhang Xiaojiang wiped the tears from his face, choked with sobs, took the medicine and handed it to the master: "The master vomited blood and passed out, the servant hurried in when he heard the movement."

"Master, take the medicine quickly." He poured out two pills, hurried to the table to pour tea, and handed it to the master on the bed.

Xue Yuan slowly sat up leaning against the head of the bed, took the teacup and swallowed the medicine with warm water, closed his eyes and told Zhang Xiaojiang: "Go down, I'm fine."

Zhang Xiaojiang really wanted to stay and take care of his master, but he didn't dare to disobey his master's order, reluctantly left the room and closed the door carefully.

When Zhang Xiaojiang left, Xue Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and unconsciously raised his hands in front of his eyes, as if returning to a dream through flesh and blood.

He actually shed tears because of other people...

There seemed to be a cold touch on the face, and he reached out to touch the place where the tear slipped.

So, was that dream accidental, or was someone deliberately creating the dream...

Xue Yuan's eyes were heavy, and the bloodstone ring on his finger flickered out of the corner of his eye.

Tai Chi Palace.

Gu Yu's face was gloomy, his eyes were red and bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and looked at the fallen angel who was sitting by the window reading a book, and asked him in a cold voice: "Could it be that the immortal chief forgot what Gu said, why did he go away with Xue Yuan?" so close!"

Returning from the morning court, as soon as he entered the palace, he could smell Xue Yuan's body, especially the fallen angel's body.

In an instant, the tyrant lost control, his eyes were dark and violent, and he wished he could step forward and let the fallen angel smell of him.

Without raising his head, Wen Nu lowered his eyes and flipped through the notebook in his hand. The clothes on his body were blown by the breeze, his side face was exquisite and beautiful under the sun, and his red lips became more and more beautiful.

The tyrant's face was livid, his black eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "Is the elder fairy listening to Gu?"

Wen Nu by the window finally made another movement, put down the scripture book and slowly moved his hands to his lower abdomen, his brows furrowed slightly.

In a rage, Gu Yu stepped forward reflexively, walking around the Fallen Angel worriedly and anxiously

Go, Quan Wu had the angry and violent appearance just now: "Is it hurting again? It's all Gu's fault, Gu is going to get Baotai Pills!"

The redness in the tyrant's eyes dissipated, and he hurried back to the inner hall to get the medicine. He walked towards the Fallen Angel by the window with warm water, squatted down and handed it to his lips: "Elder Immortal, take the medicine quickly, the stomach pain will not hurt after taking the medicine."

Wen Nu rubbed his lower abdomen, raised his deer eyes slightly, reflecting the figure of the man squatting in front of him, lowered his eyes to glance at the warm water and birth-preserving pills in his hand, and parted his red lips slightly: "I am just a little hungry Yes, no stomachache, you..."

He glanced up and down at the disheveled tyrant, looked away in disgust, got up and asked Wu Naike outside the hall to pass on the meal.

The tyrant was speechless, squatting stiffly on the ground, holding a teacup in his left hand and holding a pill in his right. His long black hair stuck to his forehead uncomfortably, as if he had just woken up from madness.

Realizing that the Fallen Angel was coaxing him, he gritted his teeth and put the things back helplessly. After entering the side hall, he washed off the wet sweat from his body, cleaned up before going to find the Fallen Angel.

Wen Nu was sitting on a chair, with a bowl full of Bijou rice in front of him. Since three months ago, there were a lot of pastries made of Bijou rice on the table for every meal.

Although there is still no spiritual power, the spiritual veins in the body have been repaired, and there are very few broken spiritual veins left. As long as more green stem rice is used to replenish the spiritual power, the last few spiritual veins will soon be repaired.

Casting a shadow around him, the steamy tyrant sat next to the fallen angel, skillfully picked up the jade bowl in front of him, carefully filled the porridge and handed it to the fallen angel's lips.

Wen Nu glanced at him expressionlessly, and slowly swallowed the porridge as usual.

I don't know if that person treats him as a handicapped cripple who has to take care of all the feeding and washing.

He was a little ashamed at first, but he got used to it after a long time and more times.

Gu Yu leaned close to the fallen angel, the smell of Xueyuan on his body became more and more intense and clear, his dark eyes were deep and terrifying, and he cast a deep glance at the fallen angel next to him.

It's just that he still carefully took a piece of pastry in his hand, and stretched out his hand for the fallen angel to eat.

Seeing that it was almost done, he quickly fed himself and ordered Zhang Quanan to clean up the table.

Wen Nu had nothing to do, sat by the window holding the little black rabbit and continued to read the story book, although it was all about love, but it could also pass the time.

The tyrant stared at it for a long time, then turned around and went to the study room, attracting followers

The hidden guard beside the Fallen God asked him to explain clearly about the Imperial Garden.

Hearing that the fallen angel rejected the national teacher, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, his thin lips couldn't help but rise, and his depressed mood instantly improved.

"Go and call Zhang Quan'an here." The image of the Fallen Angel sitting by the window in a daze flashed before Gu Yu's eyes, and a look of distress flashed in his eyes.

The secret guard quickly called Zhang Quan'an, looking at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, Zhang Quan'an thought he had done something wrong, and knelt on the ground in panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Gu Yu was still thinking about something, when he heard Zhang Quan'an's voice, he glanced at him lightly, and tapped his fingers on the table with a sullen face.

Dangdang's voice hit Zhang Quanan's heart, cold sweat broke out on his face, he lowered his head and waited for the emperor on the dragon chair to speak.

After a long time, Gu Yu closed his eyes and finally made up his mind. He narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked at Zhang Quan'an, telling him, "Zhang Quan'an, go and ask the House of Internal Affairs to prepare a female dress, made according to the figure of a fairy. By the way, I want a hat , use warm gauze, so that it will not affect the vision of the immortal leader."

Remembering that tomorrow is the Flower God Festival, he said coldly, "Gu will see that dress tonight."

Zhang Quan'an nodded again and again: "Yes, Your Majesty, this servant is going to the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Thinking that he was about to be reprimanded by His Majesty, Zhang Quanan was drenched in sweat, and when he came out of the study, he shivered when the cold wind blew.

Remembering what His Majesty ordered, she hurried to the House of Internal Affairs and told them to quickly make what His Majesty wanted.

After Gu Yu arranged things, he got up and went back to the bedroom. He still remembered that the Fallen Angel smelled like a national teacher.

With a sullen face, he walked around from the inner corridor into the bedroom, went straight to the Fallen Angel and bent down to hug him.

Wen Nu exclaimed in shock, the notebook in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, almost hitting the sleeping little black rabbit, the scared little black rabbit's ears kept shaking, the little round eyes were filled with mist, and it seemed that he was about to cry of.

Seeing the owner being taken away by the villains, the little black rabbit squeaked twice, buried its head under the stool, and continued to sleep with its buttocks stuck out.

"What to do! Let the deity down!"

Wen Nu struggled and kicked his feet, his expressionless face was chapped, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck with one hand in a panic, and covered his abdomen with the other hand.

Gu Yu was jealous, looked at the Fallen Angel in his arms and said nothing, pursed his lips and carried him to the side hall.

In the side hall, there is a soup pool paved with jade. The water temperature inside is suitable, and new spring water is replaced every day.

Fallen Angel

Put it by the pool, hold his wrist with one hand to prevent him from running away, and take off his clothes with the other hand and enter the bathtub.

Seeing what he shouldn't have seen, Wen Nu's pupils dilated and quickly turned away from looking at the people in the bath, blushing and said angrily, "Gu Yu, let me out!"

The tyrant didn't speak, and slowly approached the edge of the pool in the water, let go of the hand holding the Fallen Angel's wrist, came to his waist, picked him up with a slight force, and moved him into the pool.

Regardless of the Fallen Angel's struggle, he took off all the clothes on his body, hugged him in his arms and kept holding warm water to wash away the smell that was not him.

"Well……"

Wen Nu was so ashamed that his whole body was flushed, his fair skin turned pink under the warm water, and he stared at the man angrily with deer eyes.

The corners of Gu Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he gently wiped away the tears on Fallen Angel's face with his hand, and made him turn around and lean against his arms, with his chin resting on the hollow of his smooth, white and tender neck, and the tip of his nose moved to smell it.

Didn't smell Xue Yuan's body, the tyrant narrowed his phoenix eyes happily, his voice was husky by the water vapor: "Xue Yuan's body smells so good, it smells like loneliness."

Pushing away the messy, wet and sticky long hair, revealing the Fallen Angel's slender and fragile neck, the rolling throat couldn't help opening the sharp canine teeth, carefully biting and grinding it.

The back of the neck was scorching hot, and bursts of numbness spread all over the body. Wen Nu was startled and began to struggle, his hands kept pushing the person behind him: "Let go, let go of me... You, you, you are shameless!"

A deep and joyful laugh sounded from behind, Gu Yu was amused by the fallen angel's reaction, he let go of the soft flesh that was held in his mouth, tightly hugged his waist with both hands from behind, and rubbed his face behind the fallen angel's ear gently .

Leaning next to his ear and lowering his voice, he said in a low voice, "Don't move around, Gu is very uncomfortable now."

Uncomfortable?

Wen Nu blinked suspiciously, thinking that he was looking for an excuse not to let him struggle, pursed his lips and began to shake the hands on his waist.

The tyrant's throat rolled, his eyes narrowed, and his breathing gradually became heavy. He touched the fallen angel's lower abdomen, suppressing the crazy desire/desire in his heart, for fear of hurting the fairy head and the baby. After all, the fairy head had just recovered and couldn't bear his rudeness.

There were rustling footsteps outside the hall, it was the eunuch bringing in a change of clothes.

Wen Nu's body was stiff, afraid that people outside would see him leaning against that person's arms, his face was getting more and more red from the heat.

But the tyrant bit his face at this time, scaring him to the ground

Consciousness exclaimed.

When the eunuch left, Wen Nu bit back angrily, and when he came back to his senses and found that he had bitten the wrong place, the deer's eyes widened in panic, reflecting the man's smiling phoenix eyes.

Hastily loosening his teeth, there was a dark tooth mark on the man's thin lips, Wen Nu licked his teeth, and tasted blood in his mouth.

The tyrant touched his thin lips indifferently, with a smile on his brows and eyes: "Is the immortal still going to bite again?"

Wen Nu's face was flushed, and he glared at him angrily, pursed his lips, and walked to the edge of the pool.

Suddenly, his body fell back uncontrollably, and his back touched the man's hot chest.

Gu Yu hooked the Fallen God's waist, and in a good mood slightly lifted the person out of the water. Seeing that the eyes on the straight and smooth back gradually became dark and dangerous, he couldn't help but look down slowly.

Rolled his throat, moved his eyes and put the person on the shore.

When Wen Nu's feet touched the ground, he quickly broke free from the hands on his waist, took a clean towel to wipe off the water droplets on his body, put on his clothes, and ran out of the side hall angrily before the person behind came out.

The tyrant came out of the bath unhurriedly, snapped his fingers, and the water droplets evaporated instantly on his body, and his long wet hair was draped dryly behind him.

He took off the Xuanyi from the hanger, put it on casually and went back to the bedroom.

Stepping on the cushion with bare feet, she walked towards the fallen angel who was wiping her long hair by the window step by step.

Since the Fallen Angel could not know his identity as a demon, he could only take the towel and stand behind him carefully drying his long hair slowly.

Wen Nu's hands on his lap were slightly clenched, and the top of his head felt numb from time to time, and the side of his face was itchy when his long hair was held in his hand.

From the tyrant's line of sight, he could just see the Fallen Angel's trembling long eyelashes, and her slightly pursed, charming red lips.

His mind was gradually drawn away by the Fallen Angel, his eyes were deep and bottomless, and he subconsciously touched his thin, painful lips, and the corners of his lips evoked a deep and silent smile.

The fairy elder really has sharp teeth, his lip was bitten through.

He licked off the blood beads on his lips, retracted his gaze from staring at the red lips, put his eyes on the Fallen Angel's long hair, and wiped them with a towel one by one until it was dry without any trace of wetness.

Wen Nu noticed that the person behind him was leaving, his neck rose slightly, his deer eyes narrowed, and he took the hair tie to tie up the long hair behind him casually.

Under the sun, the slender and white neck seems to be shining,

It is whiter and more beautiful than the pearl snow lotus cream in the hands of the tyrant.

He paused under his feet for a moment, and waited until the fallen angel had tied up his hair before walking towards him, bent down and hugged him in his arms, while he sat on the ground covered with blankets.

The slender legs were casually resting on the ground, the hand hooked the Fallen Angel's waist to let him lean in his arms, opened the jade box in his hand with the other hand, and said to the person in his arms: "The imperial doctor said that the body will become rough when you are pregnant. The hospital has made a balm, which can moisturize the body when applied on the body."

Wen Nu frowned slightly, and refused in a cold voice: "No need, this deity is not a woman, so there is no need to apply any ointment."

Besides, this posture is too intimate now, Wen Nu couldn't help frowning and struggling, wanting to leave his arms.

The tyrant imprisoned him in his arms with all his strength, pressed down on the fluttering Fallen Angel with his long legs, lifted his coat, took the ointment and applied it on his body.

"Gu Yu!"

Wen Nu was furious, and he dodged to avoid the hand that applied the ointment, but his strength was too weak, and he lost his strength after struggling for a while, so he could only lie in the man's arms panting, letting him anoint him with ointment.

Especially around the lower abdomen, it was painted several times by that person, and it was cool with a hint of warmth.

Wen Nu bit his lower lip, his eyes were scarlet with anger, and he tightly grabbed the man's arm with both hands.

The tyrant's complexion remained unchanged, and he applied it several times on the pregnant belly. He heard from the imperial doctor that if it is not properly maintained, it may leave terrible lines.

His immortal appearance is rare in the world, how could he make his immortal look like that?

The author has something to say: Gu Yu: The fairy looks like a celestial being, and the child of the orphan and the fairy will definitely look good.

Gu Wen: What my father praised was that the baby is really beautiful

Gu Yu's face turned dark: ...