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

Duke Wei immediately laughed and yelled out: "The little girl is not shy when she says these words, so why don't you step back and eat the fruit."

In fact, Duke Wei was also worried about His Majesty's coming, so he arranged for a few gentlemen to intercept him, but when the tyrant arrived, he was full of murderous intent, and those people who dared to step forward to block the way, would have already known how to get away.

Huo Rong raised the corners of his lips with great interest, and looked at Shang Yuan: "Oh? What does the queen want me to do?"

At first it sounded like a negotiating tone, but there was no room for negotiating on his expression.

Shang Yuan's body wrapped in his wedding clothes tightened, and he said in a low voice, "I dare not."

The tyrant has always been tough, but he just wants to pretend to be handsome in front of people, so how could he be really bold enough to ask for it.

Jian Jia looked at her brother who loved before marrying, her little face swelled up with anger.

Wei Guogong was afraid of provoking His Majesty's displeasure if he delayed, so he quickly signaled the bride with his eyes.

The bride knew it, and hurriedly raised her voice: "The auspicious time has come—"

"Wait a minute." Huo Rong looked at the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and said indiscriminately, "There is always a marriage letter for the big wedding in the capital, how can I save it here?"

Shang Yuan: "???"

A tyrant male protagonist who is engaged in business, actually pays so much attention to the love of husband and wife?

The official of the Ministry of Rites was also startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "I am afraid that the cumbersome process will miss your Majesty's important matter."

These officials thought that Huo Rong would definitely not come in person, let alone participate in those cumbersome ceremonies. They never thought that His Majesty would come in person, and even asked him to complete the ceremony...

Huo Rong narrowed his eyes with a half-smile: "So in your opinion, it is a trivial matter for me to marry the queen?"

"I absolutely dare not!" The official trembled in fright: "I have already prepared a long case, Xi Po. If your majesty wants to, I will immediately lead your majesty, king and queen."

After saying that, he immediately got up and walked a few steps, leading the newcomer to the long table covered with a big red curtain.

The loveless Shang Yuan: "..."

This marriage letter declares similar to the declaration of love in modern weddings, and the couple express their hearts in front of relatives and friends.

He never thought that Huo Rong would really accompany him through the process in every detail, and of course he was not prepared to say a word of sincerity...

At this time, the guests immediately gathered around, wanting to hear what kind words the tyrant, who had always been decisive and decisive, could say to the queen.

The xipo sang the ceremony and motioned for Shang Yuan to come first.

Huo Rong curled his lips, took out a letter from Xipao's sleeve and handed it to Shang Yuan.

This step is always the one that attracts the most cheers, and I don't know who gave a tentative shout, but the crowd saw that His Majesty did not suppress it, but had a faint smile on their faces, and laughed loudly.

"Is this a letter from the Empress to His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty still keeps it in his sleeve... Tsk tsk tsk, I really envy others..."

"Read it, read it!"

Shang Yuan took the letter amidst the applause from everyone, and couldn't help looking at Huo Rong suspiciously.

I don't know who the tyrant asked to write this letter, but he came prepared.

"I was fortunate enough to meet His Majesty as a young man, and I will remember it in my heart. I always admire His Majesty's majesty, and I can't repay you in this life. I only wish to always be by your side, day and night..."

Shang Yuan's cheeks were flushed, and the more he read it, the more he felt something was wrong.

No... Isn't this an improved version of the letter he wrote before he ran away?

How could the ghost reappear lingeringly...

Shang Yuan glanced quickly with the corner of his eyes, Huo Rong was looking at himself with a smile.

After reading a few more sentences, I found that maybe I was thinking too much. In short, there are only a few sentences back and forth, and it is normal to bump into a few sentences.

He gritted his teeth and read the letter softly, as if he had really admired the tyrant for a long time.

The letter was written full of emotion, and the people present didn't know whether it was true or not, they all applauded after Shang Yuan read the letter, and the atmosphere was relaxed and enthusiastic.

Shang Yuan raised his eyes, and bumped into Huo Rong's heavy eyes.

It is still like an abyss and cold pool, but it is shimmered by the festive colors in the room.

Weird thoughts appeared in Shang Yuan, it seemed that at this moment, they were really just ordinary couples, standing side by side here, talking to each other, and accepting everyone's blessings and booing with smiles.

After Shang Yuan finished reading, it was Huo Rong's turn.

The presence was immediately quiet. After all, His Majesty is a threat to the world, and he is so young and ruthless in seizing the throne. I don't know how such a person can express his feelings to the Queen?

Huo Rong only smiled softly: "I once had a poem that I read to the queen, the moon rises and the wind and rain settle down, and Xie Pei night lights up. Where can I ask for this feeling? I look for it between my eyebrows."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of bragging and cheering from around.

However, Huo Rong's tone was smiling, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

Shang Yuan froze in place, a chaotic and blurred picture suddenly flashed in his mind...

It was the original owner when he was a teenager, about the appearance of the [-]th Five-Year Plan: "Your Highness, why did you write such poems when you were in the Yuan Dynasty? Could it be possible that you have... a sweetheart?"

Huo Rong's hoarse juvenile voice sounded: "Yes."

"Then...have you seen it for her?"

"So what?" Huo Rong raised his eyes and looked at himself slowly: "His head is not bright, even if he saw it, he would not be able to guess that it was written for him..."

"Then what does His Highness plan to do in the future?"

Huo Rong looked at the young man who was still in the dark, with a smile in his eyes: "I can only ask him to wait obediently in the mansion. I will return to Beijing as soon as possible after I have won the military service, and then I will come to propose marriage with a poem."

The sound of firecrackers crackled, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or a picture of the past, all of which were shattered into ashes.

Shang Yuan only felt a severe throbbing pain in his heart.

He saw a scorching boy's eyes that had never been frozen.

Is that Huo Rong... looking at the original owner?

In a trance, he has followed Huo Rong to the chariot behind God.

Flying dragons and jade scorpions, silver stage platoons, full of Tianjia atmosphere.

The two sat side by side on the red Luo embroidered cloud and dragon mattress in the car, their lower skirts overlapped, revealing a charming and ambiguous feeling.

Shang Yuan noticed that the two people's favorite clothes matched each other, and even the jade leather belt around their waists implied sexual intercourse, so he immediately felt hot.

He turned his head and looked out of the car.

It was also a coincidence that I saw Huo Congran following him on horseback outside the car.

In the original book, Huo Congran and Shang Que collude with foreign enemies, and the tyrant leads the army to quell the war.

This time the war was to defend against foreign enemies, and the tyrant also used this to wash away his dishonorable reputation. Many great Confucian scholars in the civil servant camp began to turn and seek refuge, laying the foundation for a prosperous age...

But many of the things he experienced are completely divorced from the original book, so will Huo Congran still collude with foreign enemies...

Just as he was thinking about it, his wrist was clasped by a cool palm.

Shang Yuan's heart shuddered.

Huo Rong's voice sounded faintly: "What are you looking at?"

"Everyone outside the car is cheering. It seems that they are very optimistic about the marriage between His Majesty and the minister. The minister is also happy to see it."

"Reading the marriage letter in front of the virtuous king," Huo Rong passed by Huo Congran outside the car, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "How does it taste?"

"I didn't read the marriage letter to him." Shang Yuan looked into Huo Rong's eyes, and said slowly: "Since I have entered the palace, of course my heart is for His Majesty."

Huo Rong rolled over these three words with the tip of his tongue: "Heart to me?"

"Of course, His Majesty didn't blame me for doing so many wrong things before." Shang Yuan tentatively said: "Your Majesty is so tolerant to my minister, how can Ah Yuan never forget him."

These words were sincere, at first he didn't know what the original owner had done, so he fled to the capital to buy some money, the more he understood these days, the more chills he felt down his back.

Although the crime of the original owner is not as serious as the direct drug assassination, after all, he colluded with the former prince in many schemes to resist Huo Rong's entry into the capital, and he should have been executed long ago...

He didn't know that the original owner had done these things. After fleeing to the capital, Huo Rong was lucky that he didn't deal with him, so he was sympathetic.

Shang Yuan recalled the images that flashed back in his mind, and always felt that the tyrant's mercy probably had something to do with the past...

"You have been a disaster to me for many years, and you should have been punished long ago." Huo Rong sat on the chariot, his voice unhurried: "Think about why I favor you, remember this gratitude, and return it when you enter the palace." I."

Shang Yuan's fingers tightened suddenly, and he pressed his chest lightly.

There's a body compartment over there, and inside it are a few... pills.

He thought it over, he accepted his fate.

The tyrant probably only lenient the net for the sake of his so-called goodwill.

As long as he doesn't lose his vest in the future and doesn't give birth to a tyrant, he will definitely organize the memorials in the palace, cook soup and press his shoulders, and "show goodwill" to his heart's content.

Shang Yuan was secretly planning, but the chariot had slowly stopped.

The palace is towering, obviously it has reached the gate of the palace.

Everyone outside the car is in auspicious clothes, and the mountain is calling for congratulations.

The two walked out of the chariot side by side.

After the official in charge of the procedure knelt down to salute, he respectfully said to Shang Yuan, "Please follow your ministers into the palace first to complete the ceremony."

Looking at the majestic palace, Shang Yuan felt a little flustered, what kind of ceremony could he have alone?Aren't the wedding ceremonies all done with the husband... Bah, aren't they all done with the tyrant...

Suddenly separated from Huo Rong, feeling empty in his heart, he couldn't help hesitantly looking at the people beside him.

This look is covered with a thin layer of fear and attachment, like a helpless little animal being snatched away from its owner.

Huo Rong subconsciously wanted to follow.

Immediately, a great eunuch came forward respectfully and said: "Your Majesty, the ancestors have made the law, and this ceremony must be completed by the queen alone."

Horon stopped in his tracks.

what happened?

Didn't he want to call Shang Yuan into the palace to torture him? He hadn't even entered the palace gate yet, with just one look from him, he couldn't help but want to follow.

Something is wrong.

Huo Rong's face turned cold, and he stopped following, but his eyes were involuntarily fixed on the slender figure who was walking farther and farther under the palace.

This person took Shang Yuan to the side hall, and the moment he closed the door, Shang Yuan finally understood.

A man is no different than a woman's first night, so of course a pregnancy test is required before entering the palace.

He looked at the room subconsciously, but there was no imperial physician in the room to diagnose the pulse.

Only a few eunuchs held a thick, cold copper stick with a hook at the end.

"The slaves will examine the Queen's body according to the law of the ancestors." The eunuch smiled and said: "Please also take off the clothes on the Queen."

Shang Yuan looked at that thing, wishing he could run away overnight in a wedding dress.

Isn't it all about hanging silk to diagnose the pulse? Why is it his turn, and the methods are bloody and brutal! ?

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