The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Seeing that the Fallen Angel's face was unharmed, the tyrant felt relieved, and felt the coldness under the tree, so he stretched out the cloak and put it on him.

Wen Nu looked up at him, pursed his lips and thanked him in a low voice, his eyes were attracted by the lanterns in the river.

In the spacious moat, there are many lanterns floating along the water to the distance.

Gu Yu pursed his lips and explained to him: "Their wishes were written on the lanterns. They thought that the lanterns would float to Tianhe to be seen by the gods, and then their wishes would come true."

Wen Nuliu frowned slightly, thinking of the empty Tianhe, only the endless silence and tranquility, there is no such lantern in the world.

If Tianhe had lights, he might not be able to fulfill their wishes.

Suddenly, a person sat next to him, and Gu Yu stretched out his hand to cover the Fallen Angel's lower abdomen, the scorching heat passed through his clothes to his limbs, warming him in the cold wind.

"Does the fairy still have a stomachache?" The man's deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

Wen Nu looked at the river full of lanterns, heard the words and shook his head silently, his voice was very soft, as if he was going to go with the wind: "It doesn't hurt..."

Possessiveness flashed across the tyrant's eyes, and he grabbed the Fallen Angel's wrist and stood up.

Wen Nu looked up suspiciously along the hands they held, but he could only see the man's clean chin and cold side face.

"I'll take you to buy lanterns." The tyrant sensed the Fallen Angel's gaze, curled his lips and lowered his head to look at him. Under the light of many lanterns, those phoenix eyes seemed to be less cold and more gentle.

Wen Nu hummed lightly, followed the path of the man and got up from the stone. The two walked through the crowd, crossed the wooden bridge, and returned to the lantern shop.

The tyrant led the fallen angels all the way into the store, surrounded by people who hadn't left before. Seeing them coming in again, he looked curiously at the priest in white next to the man in black.

They also watched the excitement just now, and heard that the white-clothed man said he was a poor Taoist, and they guessed that he might be the little Taoist leader of a certain Taoist temple.

I didn't expect that the current Taoist leader has started to talk about love, and he still flirts with men, which is really indecent.

Shaking his head, he looked at the two people with increasingly disapproving eyes, completely forgetting that Gu Chao's status as a person who can wear black clothes is precious, and they are not the object of their private discussion.What's more, the tyrant is a tyrant, with cruel and tyrannical methods, and he doesn't like the ants in the capital.

Gu Yu glanced at the crowd coldly, his murderous look was filled with murderous intent, and the people around who were watching the excitement and talking quietly

He froze in place and was cold all over.

The tyrant hooked his lips, and a red light flashed quickly in his eyes, afraid that the fallen angel would see something, his eyelids drooped slightly to hide the blood in his eyes.

Wen Nu naturally heard the discussion of those mortals, but he is not a Daoist but just calls himself a Daoist, he is a god of war in the heavens, the only sword cultivator who has ascended.

Abandoning the noisy voices, the two unknowingly walked into the depths of the store. Wu Naike, who was following behind, got His Majesty's order and hurried forward to knock on the door.

The shop owner came out from the door and saw the man in front of him wearing a pure black robe, his eyes flashed with shock, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I don't know what the lord is doing here?"

The tyrant squinted his eyes: "Can your store let us make lanterns by ourselves. Of course, there will be money."

Hearing this, Wu Naike obediently took out an ingot of gold and handed it to the shopkeeper in front of the door.

The shopkeeper looked at them hesitantly, and finally recruited the shopkeeper in front to lead them to the backyard, saying that the distinguished guest wanted to make lanterns by himself, and asked him to take them to the lantern room.

Wen Nu followed behind the man in bewilderment, couldn't help but tugged at the hands he held, and parted his red lips under the warm veil, "What are you going to do?"

With a slight smile in his eyes, the tyrant leaned down slightly and pressed it against his ear, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Don't you like that lantern? I'll make a new one for the fairy, only the fairy has it."

From the corner of his eyes, the shopkeeper saw the two distinguished guests flirting, so he stepped up silently, and pushed the door of the flower room sideways to invite them in.

"Young master, please come in. You can use everything inside. If you don't know anything, you can go to the front and find the store manager."

The tyrant snorted coldly, obviously he didn't listen to the shopkeeper's words, and led the Fallen Angel directly into the room.

The house is very tidy. Although there are many things, it can be seen that the owner treats it with care.

He found a stool, put the plush soft parts on it for the Fallen Angel to sit down, and looked around the surrounding environment, looking for what he wanted.

Wen Nu was a little curious, but instead of following Gu Yu's wish, he got up and walked around. There were many prototypes of lanterns in the store in the room.

"Sit down obediently, Gu will finish it soon." The tyrant found what he wanted, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the Fallen Angel walking around casually, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his hand, forcing him to sit on the stool, Instruct Wu Naike to keep an eye on him all the time.

Wen Nu closed his eyes, not wanting to be angry with him, and sat on the stool with his lips pursed.

Seeing that the Fallen Angel was honest and honest, the tyrant began to slowly make lanterns. Although he had never seen anyone do it before, as an emperor, he was gifted and intelligent, and he quickly figured out the steps by fumbling around.

The white ball circled back and forth in the big hand with well-defined bones, Wen Nu's sight was gradually drawn away, and the deer's eyes slightly opened to reflect the serious appearance of the man.

Sensing the Fallen Angel's gaze, the tyrant raised his lips slightly, raised his eyes and looked at him, and continued to fiddle with the lantern in his hand.

Because it was made for the immortal head, Gu Yu used [-]% carefulness, and the final result was even more delicate than the one in the store.

Wen Nu didn't expect that he could really make lanterns. Looking at the white balls like those in the store, surprise flashed in his eyes. He took the white ball lanterns from the man, held them up in front of his eyes, and poked them.

The fluffy white ball instantly sank into one piece, and the sea of ​​stars inside swayed accordingly, looking very beautiful under candlelight.

Being prodded by a Fallen Angel, the magic mist pretending to be a sea of ​​stars seemed to have lost its fighting spirit, and only hoped that its master would quickly take it back.

"As long as the Immortal Elder likes it." The tyrant's brows and eyes were soft, his pupils reflected the smiling figure of the Fallen Angel, and his thin lips raised uncontrollably.

Sensing that Mo Wu was dishonest, he secretly gave Bai Qiu a warning.The magic mist in the white ball sensed the coercion from its master, and silently made its own light more brilliant.

With slightly curved eyes and a gentle smile on his lips, Wen Nulu left the room with a white ball lantern.

The tyrant took a step back and magically restored the contents of the house with a wave of his hand.Then he strode towards the Fallen Angel, carefully protecting his waist with his hands.

Wu Naike was like air, silently following behind the two, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible.

When he was about to go out, Wen Nu was grabbed by someone, and then the warm gauze hanging on his forehead was lowered, covering his entire face in an instant.

The tyrant withdrew his hand and said softly: "Let's go, is there any place the Immortal Elder wants to go?"

The smile under Wen Nu's warm veil slowly dissipated, remembering the mark of the fallen angel on his forehead, and lightly pressed his fingertips on his forehead, suppressing the red mark.

With lowered eyes, disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Thinking about it now, Gu Yu always put on a veil for him, probably to cover up this mark.

After all, if his courtiers knew about it, it would definitely cause an uproar, clamoring to hand over the Fallen Angel to the heavens.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the fingertips on his forehead and forcefully pulled away from the mark.

The tyrant's eyes were heavy, and through the warm veil, he seemed to be able to

Enough to see the expression on the fallen angel's face, he said in a low voice: "The imprint makes the fairy head look better, Gu likes it very much."

With the Mark of the Fallen God, in this way, the Immortal Elder will be closer to him.

One is a fallen angel, and the other is an evildoer from the demon world. The two seem to be a perfect match.

Thinking of this, the smile on the tyrant's face grew bigger and bigger, his eyes were full of possessiveness, and he reached out his hand to caress the red mark paranoidly and frantically.

Wen Nu's forehead was very hot from his touch, and his face was gradually stained with a thin layer of red. He slightly avoided the man's hand, and hurried ahead with a white ball lantern.

"I'm tired, let's go back to the palace."

The tyrant pursed his lips, not angry.Striding to catch up with the Fallen Angel, with one arm firmly around his waist, he walked slowly along the bank to the carriage they parked at the intersection of the street.

Standing on the bridge, Wang Ji watched their backs, holding a white ball lantern similar to a fallen angel in her hand.

She wanted to give it to the fallen angel, and deliberately snatched it from Bai Susu, but now it seems that the fallen angel is unnecessary.

Looking down at the lantern, he threw it into the river and walked down the stone bridge with a thin figure.

the other side.

The tyrant and Wen Nu found the carriage, and Gu Yu pinched the fallen angel's waist skillfully and carried him into the carriage, followed by jumping up, and opened the curtain of the carriage to let him in.

The movement is natural, as if it has been done many times, and it has become a habit.

Unconsciously, Wen Nu stooped into the carriage with the lantern in hand, and sat on the couch covered with blankets.

The tyrant warmed the tea, took a jade cup, poured water and handed it to the Fallen Angel: "The Immortal Elder warms up, be careful not to catch a cold."

Wen Nu hummed, put the lantern aside, took the teacup and drank a lot of hot water, and the aching stomach gradually calmed down.

He didn't tell Gu Yu, if he told Gu Yu, it would be another chaos, besides, he had just taken the baby-preserving pill, and the pain in his lower abdomen was gone after drinking hot water.

The carriage quickly entered the palace and stopped at the gate of Taiji Palace. Zhang Quan'an, who was feeding black rabbits in the palace, immediately put down what he was doing to greet him when he heard the movement.

"Your Majesty, Immortal Master, you are back, the servant just fed the black rabbit some food."

Wen Nu raised the corners of his lips and nodded to Zhang Quan'an: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Quan'an was flattered, but when he saw His Majesty's cold eyes, cold sweat broke out on his face, and he hurriedly turned sideways to let the immortal master and His Majesty go in.

"This is what a slave should do."

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Silently snorting coldly, he led the Fallen God by the wrist and entered the hall: "The Immortal Elder quickly enter the hall, don't get sick by the wind, your health is not good, if you get sick, you will have to lie on the bed for a long time."

Wen Nu originally wanted to free the hand on his wrist, but when he heard that he had been lying on the bed for a long time, he followed the man silently into the bedroom.

Even a god hates lying in bed all the time, especially since he has been lying down for three months.

The hall where the earth dragon was burning was warm, not as cold as outside the palace. Wen Nu hung the lantern in his hand on the clothes hanger, and took off the plush cloak on his body and the veiled cap on his head.

When the little black rabbit saw its master coming back, it came out from the corner, bouncing and pawing at the upper of its master's shoe, and squeaking with its little head up.

Wen Nu bent down to pick it up, took the lantern off the hanger with the other hand, took off the white ball and put it on the table with the little black rabbit.

The little black rabbit has small round eyes, staring at the white ball brightly.

Wen Nu frowned and smiled, and poked the white ball with his chin. The magic mist that turned into light spots in the starry sky played its role silently, making the white ball brighter and brighter.

The little black rabbit's long ears trembled, and carefully put its head against the white ball, pushing it slightly.

Wen Nu's white fingertips pressed the rolling white ball, flicked it lightly, and the white ball exuding the light of the starry sky touched the little black rabbit's head again.

The little black rabbit's eyes lit up, and he played ball with his master.

The tyrant who came in from the outer hall had a gloomy face when he saw this scene. The white lantern ball he personally made for the Fallen Angel was played by the black rabbit!

Grinding his teeth, he stared fiercely at the black rabbit with gloomy eyes. He sat next to the Fallen Angel with low air pressure all over his body, and said with jealousy, "Immortal Elder is in such a good mood, why did you take the lantern made for you by Gu and the other side?" to play with."

Wen Nu squinted at him, and continued to tease the little black rabbit with the white ball, and waited until the surroundings became colder and colder, then slowly put the white ball away, stood up and hung it on the dragon bed.

The tyrant finally stopped exhaling air-conditioning, glared at the black rabbit, and followed closely behind the fallen angel.

Seeing that the fairy head hung the lantern he made on the bedside, his thin lips could not stop rising, and his voice was low and hoarse: "The fairy head likes this lantern very much? How about making a different style alone next time?"

Wen Nu flicked off the lantern beside the bed, the fluffy white sphere dangled in the air, and the starlight contained inside rose and fell like water.

Hearing what the man said, the eyelashes trembled slightly: "Yes."

The tyrant's mood improved visibly, and he urged the head fairy to take a bath and change clothes. He needed a good rest after shopping for too long today.

Wen Nu didn't refuse, took the pajamas that Gu Yu had prepared and went to the bath.

The tyrant looked at the fallen angel's weak back, his throat rolled and his eyes were gradually stained with desire, but the fairy elder has not been in good health since he was pregnant, and he didn't dare to be tough, so he could only use cold water to relieve the dryness in his heart.

When Wen Nu came out of the bath, he happened to run into Gu Yu who came in from the outer hall. Gu Yu was covered in steam, and his body was still cold with cold water.

Afraid of disturbing the fallen angel, the tyrant distanced himself from him and stood far away. He waited until the air-conditioning on his body was warmed by the dragon in the hall before approaching the thinly dressed fallen angel.

Although Wen Nu was surprised that Gu Yu hadn't pounced on him like before, he didn't ask any questions, and took a cloth towel to wipe his wet hair.

After a long time, the hand that wiped the hair was covered by someone, and it was scalding hot.

Wen Nu turned his head to look at the person behind him, the tyrant chuckled at him, took the cloth towel and began to dry the Fallen Angel's hair.

The tyrant was fast, and his hair was quickly dried by him. Fearing that the Fallen Angel would be cold, he bent down and picked him up and put him on the bed. After tucking in the quilt, he went to the outer hall to dry his long hair.

Wen Nu habitually turned his back to face the wall, with his legs curled up slightly, both hands holding the quilt on his body, his clear and transparent eyes stared at the quilt under him in a daze.

The picture I saw today and those familiar eyes flashed before my eyes, as if I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember who it was.

The eyes that were looking at him were full of affection, and even he was stunned by the strong love, sucked into the whirlpool by those black eyes, but those eyes still seemed to be full of sadness.

Thinking of this, Wen Nu touched his heart blankly, only feeling a little uncomfortable, and wanted to heal the sadness in those eyes.

There was a rustling sound beside him, Wen Nu recovered from his contemplation, quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Hearing the fallen angel's breath, the tyrant narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and took the opportunity to lean down and leave a kiss on the fallen angel's imprint on his forehead, and murmured in a low voice, "It's a good dream for the immortal."

Wen Nu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the touch on his forehead was still warm and moist, and he couldn't help but want to wipe it off with his hand, but he couldn't, he didn't want the people next to him to know that he was pretending to sleep.

Thinking wildly, I don't know if I am too tired today, so I pretend to be tired.

After wearing the clothes, he lost consciousness, turned over unconsciously, and faced Gu Yu face to face, his cheek was skillfully pressed against the man's chest, and all the heat from his breath was scattered on the tyrant's heart.

The tyrant pursed his lips, obviously used to this for a long time, and stretched out his arms to wrap around the Fallen Angel's waist and hugged him into his arms.

……

As the days passed, Wen Nu's belly became bigger and bigger, and the clothes on his body became looser and looser.

The tyrant looked at the fallen angel sitting by the window reading a book, his eyes slowly shifted to his protruding belly, his dark eyes gleamed dimly, he pursed his lips and got up to go to the study.

Although he hated the status of the emperor, he still wanted the Fallen Angel to be his queen.

After making up his mind, let Zhang Quan'an fetch the imperial decree, spread it out on the table, pick up the brush to quickly write and draw on it, and take the jade seal and cover it heavily.

Wen Nu didn't know it, and took advantage of Gu Yu's absence to sit cross-legged on the bed and meditate. Since the recovery of the spiritual vein was completed, he often meditated and practiced when Gu Yu was not around.

But for some reason, he didn't see a trace of spiritual power at all, as if the spiritual power was isolated from his body and could not be absorbed into his body.

This time it was still the same as before, Wen Nu frowned, looked down at his swollen belly, wondering if it was because of this that he had no spiritual power and could not cultivate.

Pursing her red lips, she didn't insist on meditating, afraid of being discovered by Gu Yu who came in at any time, she reached out and pinched the notebook on her lap.

After a while, the people who went to the study came back quickly, and the tyrant walked up to the fallen angel and knelt down, stretched out his hand and touched his protruding belly: "Immortal Elder, did the child make trouble with you today?"

Wen Nu put down the storybook and shook his head, Gu Yu stroked his belly in comfort and said, "Your child is so good, you must do this in the future and don't make trouble with your father."

Hearing the man's words, Wen Nu's eyelashes fluttered, and the light in his eyes under the slightly drooping eyelids was complicated, but he quickly returned to his usual coldness.

"The deity is tired, go to rest first."

Avoiding the hand on his lower abdomen, Wen Nu got up and went back to the inner hall.

The tyrant withdrew his hand that was frozen in the air, his dark eyes were deep and crazy, and his eyes were fixed on the heavy-footed figure, and his fingernails pinched the blood out of his palm.

As the fallen angel's belly got bigger and bigger, Gu Yu felt uneasy in his heart. Facing the fallen angel's indifference and alienation, the devil blood in his body gradually became uncontrollable.

He closed his eyes abruptly, suppressed his boiling blood, got up and entered the inner hall together.stand tall with a cold face

Standing next to the bed, the fallen angel with soft features is reflected in his eyes.

Wen Nu wanted to pretend that he didn't know, but there was nothing he could do, but Gu Yu's eyes were too obvious, and the corners of his lips moved slightly to let out a sigh, and he moved in very skillfully, his voice was very soft and soft: "Don't disturb me to rest. .”

The tyrant's dark eyes lit up, and with a low hum, he lay sideways beside the fairy head, and put his hand on his lower abdomen insecurely, only in this way he had the feeling that neither the head fairy nor the child would leave him.

Because Wen Nu was pregnant, she smelled the familiar smell and soon fell asleep. Only the tyrant was left staring at the Fallen Angel, and couldn't help reaching out to gently touch the face that looked like a Guanyin.

"Immortal Elder, will you stay with Gu forever..."

Wen Nu in his sleep couldn't answer him, Gu Yu subconsciously agreed as a fallen angel, hugged the person in his arms tightly, pressed his thin lips to the red lips, and left soon.

The next day.

The tyrant dressed up and went to the morning court. This time Zhang Quan'an followed behind him and did not stay in the Taiji Palace to serve him, holding the imperial decree with the jade seal in his hand.

When he arrived at the court hall, Gu Yu sat on the dragon chair and looked at the ministers below through the jade curtain.

Zhang Quanan waited beside His Majesty, bowing his head respectfully.

Gradually the hall became quiet, Gu Yu raised his eyes expressionlessly and cast his eyes at Zhang Quan'an, and said coldly, "Zhang Quan'an."

Zhang Quanan bent over when he heard the words: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Unfolding the imperial decree in his hand, the voice rang loudly in the court hall, and the contents of the imperial decree were read out in a shrill voice.

When they heard that His Majesty was going to make the Fallen God Queen, all the ministers changed their faces instantly, but they glanced at His Majesty on the dragon chair, and the life-loving person silently swallowed the words of obstruction.

But there were also people who immediately came out of the queue, held a whiteboard and said loudly: "Your Majesty, no! Wen Nu is a fallen god, how can you be my Queen Gu Chao!"

The tyrant did not expect that there were people who were not afraid of death, so he became interested. He raised his eyelids and looked at the person below. Seeing that it was the left minister, he curled his lips and sneered: "Oh? Master Huang said that the imperial concubine is a fallen god? What is that orphan child?" ? The evil seed of the fallen god?"

Master Huang's eyes widened, and he knelt on the ground with a thump in panic: "I dare not!"

How could he forget that the Fallen Angel is pregnant with His Majesty's child!Thinking of His Majesty's cruel and brutal methods, Master Huang's face turned pale, and he could only wait for death in despair.

The emperor on the dragon chair snorted coldly, opened the jade curtain heavily and came down from the stage

, walked slowly in front of Master Huang, raised his foot and stepped on his back, with an arrogant and arrogant expression: "If it wasn't for praying for the child, Gu will surely make your head fall to the ground, get up."

Lifting his foot to let Master Huang who was kneeling on the ground go, he shook his sleeves and looked at the ministers around him, his voice was cold and dangerous: "But there are still people who want to say something, if there is nothing to do, then retreat, there are still important things to do."

"Farewell to Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!" The other ministers hurriedly sent the emperor off, and when they saw His Majesty's figure disappear in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, some people stepped forward to help Master Huang up, and sighed earnestly: "Master Huang has worked hard, In the future, I will follow His Majesty's wishes, otherwise my life will be in danger."

Mr. Huang saved his life and returned home in a daze. As for his resignation and return to his hometown, that's another story.

The tyrant took the imperial decree back to the palace, glanced at the fallen angel leaning on the bed, thought of something, turned slightly to the study room, put the imperial decree on a high place, and prepared to wait for the child to be born, and hand it over together with the prince's decree The fairy looks.

He hid the imperial decree, changed out of the imperial clothes on his body, and returned to the bedroom in a light black robe.

Seeing that the Fallen Angel was still lying on the bed teasing the little black rabbit, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to carry the rabbit away, asking him what he wanted for breakfast.

Wen Nu thought of Gu Yu's cooking, and casually said with a blank expression, "Porridge."

For some reason, ever since his belly bulged, Gu Yu started preparing meals by himself like crazy, and no one dissuaded him.That's all, but the food he cooks is very strange, only clear porridge can be eaten.

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