After running away, she was pregnant with His Majesty's cub

"Nanping..." Shang Yuan's footsteps were weak, and he walked to the backyard with a strong breath: "Nanping, in this ghost place, men... men can also get pregnant!?"

"My lord, what nonsense are you talking about?" Nan Ping was startled, puzzled, and said, "Isn't it normal for a man to be happy? The son of the Minister of Rites next door is also a young gentleman like you. He just gave birth to twins a few days ago. , our master and wife went to congratulate together..."

Shang Yuan's eyes turned black.

This news gave him a heart attack more than wearing a book.

He thought it would be fine to enter the palace as long as he carefully protected his vest.

Even... even he felt that he would not suffer from the appearance of a tyrant...

But now...he might be pregnant with the tyrant's cub? !

If she was really pregnant, wouldn't she be bound to the tyrant for the rest of her life! ?

Could it be that he will be trapped in the deep palace in the future, giving birth to cubs for the tyrant?

Shang Yuan made up his mind that he had a big belly, and even humbly offered tea and water to the tyrant in every possible way, his eyes turned black with fright.

And in a normal marriage, if you want to get away, it's better to get together and break up, and have money to divide.

But even if Huo Rong owns the world, if he wants to escape, what can he get from him?

There can be no more beheading and quartering...

Shang Yuan's heart was cold, as if he had entered a nightmare from which he could not escape...

"Nanping..." Shang Yuan heard his own desperate voice: "Where is there a seller of avoidance medicine?"

"Avoid... anti-child medicine!? Where can a queen drink anti-child medicine?" Nanping was about to cry, and his mouth was open: "When people enter the palace, they want to spread their branches and spread their leaves to give birth to your majesty. Longsi, even if you enter the palace for the sake of the prince, you can't do that."

How could he do it for the prince, that scumbag? !

Isn't it normal for a man not to want to conceive a cub?

Shang Yuan opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't say a word.

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to handle the matter himself the next day.

"Child-avoiding medicine? Do you use it?" Shang Yuan came to a sex shop in the capital sneakily. You don’t need to take it within a day, hey, it’s really rare to see Xiao Langjun who comes to buy medicine to avoid children..."

Shang Yuan took the medicine, and his heart skipped a beat: "Why is this?"

"It's not easy for a man to conceive, let alone one time, if he gets it ten times, it's good luck that can't be asked for."

Shang Yuan thought for a moment: "So it's absolutely impossible for something to happen once and then...?"

The boss waved his hands and smiled confidently: "Where is such a good fortune, yours is so perfect?"

"Look, these young gentlemen are all here to ask for a child, but none of them buy medicine to avoid children."

Shang Yuan saw that those who knelt in front of the Sending Son Bodhisattva were indeed teenagers in twos and threes, all of them knelt and kowtowed with devout expressions.

It seems that being pregnant is the good luck that everyone prays for.

Shang Yuan felt relieved.

He wore cannon fodder and was wiped out by the tyrant before he woke up. After finally escaping home, he found that the original owner was still entangled with the tyrant, and now he was even allowed to enter the palace...

Luck can be described as extremely bad.

The good luck of being pregnant must not fall on him!

For the first time, Shang Yuan felt relieved about his bad luck!

Shang Yuan took the key from Wei Guogong and decided to go to Xiaoyaxuan to have a look.

After all, although he has read the book, there is no record in the book of the time when the original owner was at the Imperial Academy. He looked at the things left by the original owner to prevent the tyrant from recalling the past on a whim, and he would not know anything about it.

Pushing open the door, there was already a layer of light dust on the cabinets and shelves. Shang Yuan glanced around, and all the items on display were things commonly used by noble teenagers.

There are old textbooks on the desk, long bows and white feather arrows on the bow stand beside it, as well as a small gold silk birdcage, gilded hand stove...

In an instant, Shang Yuan's breathing tightened, and an inexplicable sense of deja vu suddenly emerged.

It seemed to be a missing part of his heart, which was silently sealed here.

Shang Yuan couldn't help holding his breath, the sudden rapid heartbeat made him almost unable to stand, this... Could it be the emotion of the original owner?

He raised his hand cautiously, caressed the slightly cool red lacquer food box, a sour sense of loss welled up in his heart...

Several images flashed chaotically in my mind.

Winter, charcoal fire, deep palace...

Scattered memories cannot be strung together. If you recall carefully, the picture is as unreal as a dream...

Shang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and temporarily gave up thinking about it.

As soon as the news that Li Shangyuan became the queen came out, there was an uproar immediately, but in the cabinet, few people had any objections.

They are either Huo Rong's confidantes, who know that Huo Rong's move is a drunkard's intention, or they are the former prince's old department, who were informed by the old lord, and they still have a faint feeling that Shang Yuan's entry into the palace may be arranged by the old lord A piece of chess will not interfere.

After the emperor and queen's wedding was reported to the Ministry of Rites, according to the rules, Shang Yuan had to be announced to enter the palace to meet the concubine and other elders.

But Huo Rong's biological mother was executed a long time ago, no one in the harem could be seen, and the Supreme Emperor was also imprisoned in the palace by Huo Rong. Now there is no news at all, and he doesn't even know whether he is dead or alive. Naturally, there is no need to visit. Just go to Taimiao and kowtow a few times.

It was snowing early this morning, and Shang Yuan sat in the queen's small luan sedan chair, surrounded by palace people, and walked slowly towards the palace. Because it was just before the wedding, the people from the Ministry of Rites only let the sedan chair in through the south gate.

The south gate is located in a remote place, Shang Yuan stepped on the first snow and crossed the red wall, but his footsteps couldn't help but stop.

There is no one living here, the gates of the desolate palace are closed, the sound of snow falling on the persimmon branches can be heard clearly, the glass is piled with snow on the red wall, and a thin layer of ice has formed on the corners of the eaves, making it more crystal clear.

"Your Highness, look, there are charcoal fires under this food box." A young boy's voice sounded: "I sneaked past the guards, and no one came to check."

"No need to take risks in the future." The voice was very cold and calm: "I still have it here."

"Hey, why did your Highness save it all? The end of the twelfth lunar month is the coldest time, your Highness doesn't have to be like this," the young man's voice was clear and firm: "I have a lot of charcoal fires at home..."

Is that... the original owner and the tyrant?

But... why does the tyrant's voice sound so shy, but it is the original owner, and the words are full of... affection for the tyrant?

When did this happen?Taixue?

Shang Yuan stared blankly at the closed door, and didn't move for a while: "Where is this place?"

A eunuch at the side lowered his voice and reported: "This is His Majesty's youth residence."

Shang Yuan was silent.

It turned out to be... Leng Gong.

He remembered that it was mentioned in the original book that since his mother was killed, Huo Rong felt bad for his father, and was tossing and turning in the cold palace alone. Xinxing, thus counterattacking and opening...

But isn't the hero in the original book unhelpful?This is how to be invincible in coldness and indifference.

Why do I have the memory of the original owner helping the hero?

Shang Yuan looked suspiciously at the familiar door, paused, and walked towards the Taimiao.

In the main hall, the ambergris in the Boshan furnace was slowly burning. Huo Rong lowered his head to review the memorial, but suddenly frowned.

The faint breath of plum blossoms, enveloping the snow, makes people think of the troubled past.

Huo Rong's eyes fell on the vase, and his tone was low: "Who told you to insert the flower branches in?"

The one who arranged the flowers was a little maid, she was so frightened that she immediately fell to her knees: "My servant saw that the wintersweet outside the window was blooming well, so I took a branch of my own initiative and brought it in..."

Huo Rong raised his eyes slowly, and sure enough, he saw the wintersweet outside the window was in full bloom against the snow, and the clear and cold fragrance was blown away by the wind and snow, but it became more tantalizing.

Huo Rong looked away and said expressionlessly: "He entered the palace today?"

"Yes." Eunuch Feng replied cautiously: "Since Mr. Shang has been conferred the title of king, it is reasonable to go to the Taimiao to pay respects and have an audience with him. Today is exactly the day he chose."

Huo Rong's eyes were deep, he took the flower branch and held it in his hand, and strode out.

Eunuch Feng waved his hand, and the serving eunuchs hurriedly followed.

He He looked at Huo Rong's back, and said in a low voice: "These days, I always feel that I met our queen once a few years ago."

Eunuch Feng smiled: "Why, have you seen it in the storybook?"

He He blushed from being ridiculed, and said seriously: "That's not true, I remember that it was a snowy day, Jun Hou came to our house, but he was very embarrassed at that time, not like he is now with a banished fairy..."

Eunuch Feng was taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "About a few years ago?"

He He thought about it seriously: "According to the calculation, it's been exactly five years..."

"Nonsense." Eunuch Feng said in a low voice, "Do you know what winter was like five years ago? Our Majesty went to the capital to save people with good intentions, but was falsely accused of treason..."

Eunuch Feng whispered: "I only recently heard the rumors in the palace that the reason why our Majesty came to Beijing in winter is because Mr. Shang sent a pigeon to ask for help - His Majesty rushed to the capital from the border..."

Hehe took a deep breath.

"Moreover, some people said that our Majesty's sister of the same mother, Princess Rouxia at that time, broke through the trick of the prince and Mr. Shang, and was taken out of the palace overnight by Mr. Shang to kill her. The poor princess was only eight years old at that time. She was also poisoned by her own mother, our Majesty loves this sister the most, it is said that she was killed just like that, alas..."

Eunuch Feng looked up at His Majesty who was walking in front, sighed inwardly, and said in a low voice, "So don't talk nonsense, let alone talk about the winter five years ago, that is His Majesty's taboo."

He He said slowly: "But... If it really happened five years ago, how could Mr. Shang treat our Majesty like a normal person?"

Eunuch Feng lowered his voice and said: "What else can I do, bully our Majesty."

But His Majesty is not easy to bully, even though he cooperates with Mr. Shang and does not mention the past, even letting Shang Yuan enter the palace has a purpose.

Hehe didn't speak.

Eight years old, bad brain, little girl...

He He frowned.

In the winter five years ago, the young man who looked like a queen did indeed hand over a somewhat silly little girl to his mother. After leaving a sum of money in a hurry, he ignored the dissuasion of his family and walked out in the wind and snow. door to go.

seem--

It was going to the border in Gansu, the boy only said a few words, passing the news to his friends.

But He He still can't forget the back view of him leaving that day.

The sky was cold and the clouds were low, and the dripping water turned into ice. The young man got on his horse, and the fierce cold wind rolled up his clothes and hair.

Going west to the border means crossing Taihang Qilian in winter.

Amidst the vague clouds and mist, the young man kept on horseshoeing, and decisively did not look back.

It seems that the front is condensed with all his obsessions in this life.

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Gou Gong approached and smiled: You are so pregnant, I will give it to you