The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

They took another trail, and they met not many people on the road, but not very few.

There was a lot of noise around, Wen Nu was wearing a fiery red hat, and buried his face in the man's chest, not wanting to be seen by others.

The tyrant walks with the person in his arms very safely, and the people around him who went to the Yuelao Temple looked at them in amazement and envy, and felt that they were a good match for their looks.

In less than half an hour, Gu Yu carried the man to Yuelao Temple, bent slightly and carefully placed the man on the ground, and carefully tightened the cloak on his chest.

Wen Nu supported his waist, and his raised stomach pressed down on his waist, but after a while, his waist became a little sore and tired.

From the corner of his eyes, the tyrant saw Silently walking while pinching the sore waist of the Fallen God, and took his wrist with the other hand into the Moon Lao Temple.

Wen Nu's slender waist is very sensitive, and he feels itchy, his complexion is thin and red, and under the fiery red hat, his face looks more delicate than a flower.

There are really many people in Yuelao Temple, and there are many men, women and children around the tree hanging with red strings.

The tyrant was afraid that someone would bump into the Fallen Angel, so he held him tightly in his arms, carefully avoiding the people around him, and found a place with few people and came under the tree.

"Anu, I heard people say that the wishing tree in Yuelao Temple is very useful."

Wen Nu frowned slightly, put his hand under the old moon tree, and felt the power of wish from above.

The tree does grant a mortal's wish, but not his.

The tyrant didn't see the Fallen Angel's movement, so he pulled him to the side where the red streamer was placed, took a brush and quickly wrote down his wishes on it.

The sharpness of the pen is unstoppable, seeing people around me stunned for a while, and finally I don't know who said a good word.

Wen Nu subconsciously glanced at Gu Yu's handwriting, and saw Gu Yu's paranoid and violent temper from it, silently withdrew his eyes, lowering his eyes as if nothing could enter his eyes.

The corners of the tyrant's lips curled up slightly, he half embraced the Fallen Angel and threw the red streamer in his hand towards the big tree, the streamer flew up into the air with the strength, and then landed on the high place on the tree to hang firmly.

"Look, Anu, they say that the higher you hang, the sooner your wish will come true."

Wen Nu's voice was cold: "It's just a trick to deceive mortals."

The tyrant's black eyes were stained with gloom, he clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Really, Anu, do you want to know what I wrote..."

Before the fallen angel could answer, the tyrant raised his chin forcefully, his black eyes stared straight at those deer eyes, and his thin lips curled up.

He said in a low voice word by word: "I wrote it, and I hope that Anu will never leave me. So..."

"Anu, please don't leave me."

He bent down and kissed the long-coveted red lips, and hooked the fallen angel's neck to deepen the kiss.

Wen Nulu's eyes were wide open, reflecting the face of the man a few feet away, he froze in place dazedly, and when he recovered, Gu Yu had already let go of him.

The tyrant licked the corners of his lips satiated, as if the sweetness and delicacy of the red lips were still left on them, and he dragged the fallen angel who was stiff and sluggish to the Moon Lao Temple, where someone was selling red ropes for safety.

Seeing that many people were buying them, Gu Yu bought three without even thinking about it. He lifted the Fallen Angel's slender wrist and tied the red rope for him.

The white jade-like wrist, and the bright red rope, directly hooked the tyrant who wanted to hide it from anyone.

He tugged at the sleeve of his white robe and hid his hand.

Feel free to bring a red string for yourself, and carefully keep the remaining one close to your chest until the baby is born.

Wen Nu slowly recovered from the kiss, lowered his eyes and secretly cast a glance at Gu Yu, staring blankly at the wrists they held.

Gently touched the red and swollen lips with his empty hand, and the end of his eyes was stained with a layer of crimson, as if he had painted a picture on Bai Ruoguanyu's face.

From the corner of his eyes, the tyrant saw the Fallen Angel rolling his throat, and his voice was hoarse: "Anu, when the child is born, can you make him the crown prince?"

Wen Nu took his hand away from his lips in shock, and when he heard Gu Yu's words, he lowered his eyes and pursed his red lips, hearing the meaning of his words clearly.

After a long time, when the tyrant was about to be disappointed, the person in his arms finally made a sound.

"what ever."

Anyway, he will leave by then...

Whether he is the prince or not has nothing to do with him...

Struggling and entanglement flashed in Wen Nu's eyes, and finally he returned to calm and indifferent, and pressed his heart that was still beating violently.

He can give Gu Yu a chance, but it depends on whether Gu Yu can seize this opportunity.

His eyes flickered, reflecting the red string on his wrist, if he was willing to give up the throne and come to heaven, he would give him a chance to be forgiven.

Suddenly the whole person was picked up by Ling Kong, Wen Nu skillfully put his arms around the man's neck, and was carried down the mountain.

The tyrant didn't stop halfway, he directly hugged him to the foot of the mountain, his face remained unchanged and even his breathing was calm.

slow normal.

"What's wrong with the fairy?"

Wen Nu shook his head, helped Gu Yu get into the carriage with the palm of his hand, sat on the cushion and leaned against the carriage, and gently squeezed his sore waist with both hands.

The tyrant followed closely, seeing the elder pinching his waist, he took over the job, let the fallen angel lean into his arms, and kneaded his lower back skillfully with both hands.

"Well……"

Wen Nu bit his lower lip and groaned, holding his sleeves tightly with both hands, the sensitivity in his waist made him tremble slightly.

The tyrant squinted his phoenix eyes, as if he knew where the Fallen Angel's sensitive spot was, and deliberately kneaded that spot pretending not to know, causing the person in his arms to get tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wen Nu pressed the hand on the back of his waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop pressing it."

Breaking away from Gu Yu's embrace, Wen Nu sat upright on the side of the carriage, the blush on his face still not fading.

The tyrant hooked the corners of his lips, and saw from the corner of his eye that the Fallen Angel's mouth was dry, and he brought a cup of warm water to the two of them and pushed it in front of him, holding the jade cup with big knuckles and gulping it down.

After going to Yuelao Temple, Wen Nu was indeed thirsty, so he took a sip from his teacup.

The journey was slow when we came, but the distance seemed to be shortened a lot when we went back.

The carriage stopped at the Taiji Palace gate, and the tyrant just got out of the carriage when the little eunuch who was waiting outside the palace gate hurried up to greet him: "Your Majesty, the Master of the National Teacher has come to Taiji Palace today, and he is already waiting in the study."

Gu Yu frowned tightly, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he sank his eyes and hummed coldly, carefully opened the curtain of the car to let the Fallen Angel come down.

Seeing that the cloak on his body was crooked, he stretched out his hand to straighten it and put on the fiery red hat for him, and said in a low voice, "How about asking Zhang Quan'an and Wu Naike to accompany you to the Imperial Garden for a walk, and I will go to you after Gu sees the national teacher?"

Wen Nuliu frowned slightly. He was actually a little tired and wanted to go back to rest, but he raised his eyes to look at Gu Yu in front of him, pursed his lips expressionlessly, turned and left.

"Xianchang..."

Gu Yu frowned and looked at the fallen angel's figure, gritted his teeth and told Zhang Quan'an and Wu Naike to follow quickly.

Even if Xianchang gets angry because of this, he will never let Xianchang meet A Yuan.

Thinking of the way the national teacher looked at the immortal head, the tyrant's eyes rolled with jealousy, he bit his teeth and turned around and went into the palace to meet the national teacher in the study.

The author has something to say: Today there is only the second boss, who slept for a day after getting the vaccine, and woke up with arm pain, dizziness, nausea and diarrhea woo woo qaq