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

It was originally a bright autumn day, but because of the tyrant's entry into the capital, the capital was filled with panic and anxiety, and there were people running and fleeing the capital everywhere.

In the Duke's Mansion, Shang Yuan struggled to get up with his waist supported. Even after two days, the messy and ambiguous marks on his body still did not dissipate, reminding the master of the turbulent sex not long ago.

"Hiss..." Shang Yuan supported the bed and walked a few steps, feeling somewhat sad in his heart: "Master's first night is just gone..."

Don't mention the name, the man didn't even see his face.

"Wake up!" Shang Yuan was speechless: "It's a blessing not to be seen by the tyrant, you've just felt better for two days and you're regretting it..."

"Young master!" At this moment, Nanping walked in worriedly, "Our mansion has been sealed by Jinyiwei."

"Sealed!?" Shang Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Why seal our house?"

"It is said that the superior is about [-] years old, handsome, and can write in block letters." Nan Ping rubbed his head and said: "Master has no choice but to report you and Mr. Shang Que."

Shang Yuan felt relieved and said indifferently: "How can this be called sealing off our mansion? It's clearly a big search..."

Nanping was also happy: "It turned out to be a big search, a good thing..."

Big search! ?

Shang Yuan came back to his senses, his complexion turned pale...

Around twenty, handsome in stature, able to write in block letters!

...Every order in this search is consistent with that night, these people are not coming for him, are they?

Shang Yuan forced himself to calm down: "What news is there outside?"

"From today onwards, it will be even more difficult to get out of the capital. The Jinyi Guards are stationed at the five major gates of the capital. It seems that they are also looking for someone, probably to prevent someone from escaping!"

Cold sweat oozes from Shang Yuan's back: "..."

He remembered that in the original book, Jin Yiwei is a tyrant's eagle dog, and everyone trembles wherever he goes. Anyone who can bother Jin Yiwei to arrest is equivalent to reporting to the King of Hades.

He must be being self-indulgent... Shang Yuan comforted himself, Jin Yiwei was only investigating major and important cases, he was just a small agent who sneaked away, and did not cause actual harm to the tyrant, so shouldn't it be worth fighting?

Shang Yuan settled down: "Did you bring the things I asked you to buy?"

The most urgent task is to heal the injury, and it will be even more noticeable if you go out and limp.

Nanping took out the ointment from the lapel of his shirt: "Here, because of it, I was stopped and questioned by those Jin Yiwei who were searching for important cases..."

Shang Yuan gasped: "Have you let Jin Yiwei find out?"

"Hey, those Jinyi guards are vicious, and everyone who comes and goes has to be searched. They asked if someone in my house is not feeling well." Nanping said proudly: "I just said that someone in the house was bitten by a dog..."

Bitten by a dog?

Shang Yuan frowned at this familiar excuse.

Nan Ping looked at the restless master, touched the back of his head and said: "But my lord, if you... if you feel unwell, you'd better send it to the imperial physician. After all, this ointment has limited efficacy..."

Nanping sighed secretly in his heart, although this ointment was used to treat trauma, it was more used there...

Their young master was learning the rules in the palace, and he couldn't even walk home. He even urged him to secretly buy the ointment. Most likely it was with the crown prince...

After all, the two didn't have a big marriage, so it was right for the young master to secretly send him to buy it, but he wanted to say that no matter how important reputation is, it can't match his own body...

Looking at the young master's cold and jade-like side face, Nan Ping scratched his head but could not speak.

Shang Yuan secretly gave himself good medicine, and decided to go to the main courtyard to find out the news.

He went home with a tough attitude that day, not only did he not suffer, but it made the whole family fear him a little bit, and even the Duke of Wei was a little bit polite to him.

Just passing by the flower hall, I heard my cheap father and those Hou Ye whispering.

"Did you know that Yu Duhou was beaten to death by the man outside Beijing, and he was thrown directly at the gate of the city today. He died, and the blood stains dragged the old man..."

"What?! Didn't Lord Hou go to defect to King Yan? Why was he beaten to death..."

"The king of Yan is bloodthirsty, and it is said that if the king of Yan gives you grace for no reason, then you must be dying soon!"

"Those who defected to the king of Yan were all beaten to death!" One of them said with lingering fear: "The king of Yan deliberately released the news of their prosperity, to see who in Beijing is a speculator who sells the owner and seeks glory, alas... you say This...isn't this playing tricks on us!"

"It won't work if you resist, and you won't succeed if you surrender. Duke Wei, you can show us the way. The king of Yan has entered the capital, whether we can accept it or not..."

"God's will is unpredictable." Wei Guogong sighed: "But I heard people say that the person who hates defection the most, thinks that Du Yuhou went out of the city and touched Ni Lin, and we waited for him to enter the city before going to meet him. This is different, let's go to meet those officials together..."

Defect?Inverse scale?

Shang Yuan faintly heard the tragic situation of Du Yuhou, and his whole body felt chills.

Sure enough, he is an unfathomable tyrant, and he started playing tricks before entering Beijing...

Huo Rong hated defecting the most, so he pretended to be drugged and then escaped, wouldn't he be playing on Nilin.

He originally thought that he was busy with enthronement affairs, and that the letter was sincere enough that Huo Rong would probably let it go, but he never thought...the tyrant would search him so urgently...

Shang Yuan took a deep breath. Fortunately, the original owner has always been disguised, and has never had any flaws.

No matter how clever the spies are, they will not associate the drug-prescribed work with the high-ranking son of the Duke's Mansion, the former princess.

As long as he hides his vest well, earns enough money as a son of the Duke's Mansion, and leaves the capital, it will be fine.

Yes...enough trouble, leave the capital...

Shang Yuan clenched his fists and recited the small goals silently in his heart.

Now that the wind and rain are precarious, Wei Guogong is disgusted and does not want to leave his son, so he can only choose to acquiesce and not let his family's ugliness spread out. Apart from stabbing Shang Yuan, the wife of the Duke of Wei can't do any real harm. At night, the four of them are eating, and finally waited When he arrived at the Duke of Wei, he returned home.

As soon as the Duke's wife saw her husband coming back, she immediately rushed forward: "Husband, how is it outside?"

Ever since King Yan entered the capital, the rumors have never stopped, but no matter what kind of rumors, it is said that this is a fierce master. Seeing that her husband has not been carried back, it is a joy to be saved from a desperate situation.

Duke Wei was quite calm, he patted his beloved wife on the shoulder and said, "King Yan... oh, His Majesty has proclaimed himself emperor today, and tomorrow will hold a grand enthronement ceremony. He even made the crown prince a virtuous king."

"Conferring the crown prince a virtuous king??"

Shang Yuan was shocked. In the original book, there is a plot that the prince accidentally killed his cousin in Cuju when he was young, but in the end he blamed Huo Rong. The emperor couldn't help but throw Huo Rong, who had just turned 12, into the snow. It's a shame, the hero lost half of his life that time, and he almost couldn't make it through...

In the book "Nightmare: The Return of the Tyrant", Huo Rong tortured the prince in every possible way as soon as he entered Beijing. Now that he hasn't lifted a finger, he still... still makes the prince a virtuous king? ?

This is very different from the original book...

But Shang Yuan knew that Huo Rong was not a male Bodhisattva, so he must be playing with a mouse if he did so.

Wei Guogong couldn't help snorting: "Besides, he used to study in Taixue with A Yuan, and he also came to our mansion several times. Although the two gradually became estranged after that, and Prince Yan's temperament changed greatly, there is still a little old love. , and will not be driven to extinction."

... old love?

The old relationship between the original owner and the tyrant! ?

Shang Yuan was stunned, and quickly recalled the plot in the original book.

He clearly remembered that the original owner was a cannon fodder, and the only relationship with the male protagonist in the original book was that he tried to assassinate and was killed. Although the two were in Taixue, that was just a passing mention without any description of the plot.

Could it be... that the matter is too trivial, so I just skipped it?

But the original owner brought the tyrant to the house? !

Ah, no, dog author!So what did the original owner do to the tyrant, and where did the friendship go?

Shang Yuan was about to cry, why did he omit all the key steps, did he almost read books!

But looking at Wei Guogong's appearance, Shang Yuan could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the relationship between the classmates here is quite harmonious.

It's not a big problem, you can continue to fight.

"Also, the list of Jin Yiwei has been handed in, and His Majesty told you two to go to the palace for a banquet tomorrow night." Wei Guogong gave Shang Yuan a hard look: "You all behave yourself, and don't cause trouble for your family."

Shang Yuan was not in the mood to fight with his father, and said with a guilty conscience: "Your Majesty... why are you hosting a banquet at this time?"

"I don't know about that. Judging by Jin Yiwei's appearance, he is probably looking for someone who escaped from the barracks."

Shang Yuan: "..."

He already wanted to leave the capital overnight, and said with a dry smile: "My son has been unwell since he came back from the palace, and he wants to rest at home for a few days. Besides, the virtuous king is also in the palace, so it is better for my son to avoid suspicion...Let Brother Shang Que alone in this matter Just go."

Mrs. Wei was overjoyed, but Duke Wei said angrily, "Avoid suspicion! You just have to play with your temper about the divorce, don't let it out! And you're not feeling well? Why are you so coquettish!? Jin Yiwei spoke , as long as you don't die, you have to carry it over."

Shang Yuan: "..."

But after thinking about it, the clues the tyrant searched for were not specific. The candles were dim that night, and he was disguised. Even if he went to the banquet, the tyrant would not suspect him...

At such a time, if Duke Wei sees that his son is not pleasing to the eye, he has to ask a few more words: "One of you is in the palace and the other is in the mansion. This matter has nothing to do with you, just be careful when going to the banquet."

Shang Que's complexion did not change at all: "Son knows, father is right, brother has been in the palace, His Majesty will not make things difficult for you."

King Yan was bloodthirsty and violent, and Shang Yuan once betrayed him. Now that he is enthroned, his elder brother will probably be tortured to the bone.

Also really poor.

Shang Yuan tightened his fingertips and said with a smile: "What Brother Que said is that my son should also go to the palace."

It was cold and windy, and outside Chuxiu Palace, a tall man climbed up the steps, his figure wrapped in a cloak was cold and outrageous.

The little eunuch, who was turning over the charcoal fire in the basin with a copper pulley, looked up and fell to his knees in fright: "Your Majesty..."

He didn't expect that the rumored tyrant would come to this small and secret side hall of Chuxiu Palace instead of inspecting the three main halls and the palace banquet.

The side hall is not big, the small window is half open, the bed and imperial concubine chair are placed against the wall, and the tea table beside it is full of picture albums and books.

Huo Rong glanced at the square inch coldly, and his voice was dark: "This is... where Shang Yuan learns the rules?"

The man hurriedly said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Crown Princess has learned the rules here for three months according to the palace rules..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold order came from above: "Slap your mouth fifty."

As soon as the words fell, someone stepped forward and pulled the little eunuch out.

The newly informed eunuch listened to some rumors in the palace, and knew that the new emperor and the ex-princess were former classmates of the imperial school, so he carefully changed his name and said: "Returning to your majesty, Mr. Shang did indeed claim that he was not married to the prince. As a concubine, I am here to learn the rules of big marriages, mainly to understand personnel affairs and serve the monarch in daily life."

The eunuch didn't elaborate, but Huo Rong understood the implication.

I thought that after five years, after experiencing the betrayal of the teenager, nothing would make his heart hurt anymore.

But at this moment, deep in the frozen heart felt like a hammer had been dropped, mottled and dull pain appeared.

He remembered the fragrance on Xizuo's body, cold and sweet, reminding him of the boy who ran with him on the palace wall five years ago, holding Lamei in the snow...

After that spy escaped, the thought of self-knowledge absurdity once appeared in his heart, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

At that time, it was impossible for the boy to be in his big tent, he was learning the rules in this room...

Huo Rong's long and narrow black eyes sank, and there was a chilling murderous aura...

On the table was a lingering picture of a man. Huo Rong flipped through two pages, his eyes and brows filled with coldness.

So Shang Yuan also understands the secrets between men's beds?

Will he learn to undress here to please his husband?

Huo Rong spoke with a hoarse voice: "He usually... eats and lives in this room?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Mr. Shang doesn't go out very much on weekdays." The eunuch said: "This old servant just brings him meals."

Huo Rong opened the window, and the cold winter wind was blowing on his face. With an idea in his mind, his eyes gradually calmed down.

Shang Yuan learned how to serve the emperor.

But now, he is the master of the world.

Now that Shang Yuan has learned all the rules, he naturally... can't waste it.

It's really hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart if he doesn't turn people over and over on the bed to play tricks——

Huo Rong squinted his eyes, looked around the room casually, but suddenly frowned.

"How long has he lived here?"

"I just returned to the Duke's residence the day before yesterday."

The day before yesterday...

It was the second day after the spy made the drug...

Huo Rong's breath stagnates, the thin quilt on the bed is clearly the thickness of early autumn, but now...it is already winter.

Huo Rong glanced around, picked up the teacup on the table, and stroked it lightly with his fingertips.

A thin layer of ashes.

The autumn night is bright and clear, and the full moon hangs high above the Qionglou of the palace, making it more majestic and magnificent.

When it was time to light the lanterns, all the princes of the aristocratic families in the capital who were recorded by Jin Yiwei came here according to the order.

There was a court lady fiddling with flower branches and said in a low voice, "Hey, you said that these young masters have no official titles, why did His Majesty only ask them to come to the palace for a banquet?"

A court lady smiled and said, "I guess maybe His Majesty wants... to fill the harem."

In this dynasty, men and women can marry, and there are also emperors who like men's sex and are not afraid of foreign relatives.

I heard that His Majesty has never had anyone around him, and now that he is calling young people with fair looks and can write into the palace, it is likely that he has some thoughts in that regard.

"Queen? Impossible." The court lady said mysteriously: "The Crown Princess will also come before this dinner. It is impossible for His Majesty to let him be the Queen. Do you think His Majesty borrowed the banquet..."

The maid made a murderous gesture.

The two newly arrived young maids looked confused: "Sister, what's wrong with the Crown Princess?"

"Do you know how he became the Crown Princess?" The maid looked around and said indifferently: "There are rumors in the palace that His Majesty was falsely accused of treason, and he contributed a lot."

"Later, His Majesty was exiled to the border, and he turned around and became the Crown Princess."

The little palace maid gasped: "So you're stepping on His Majesty's position?"

"It's just that I didn't expect His Majesty to make a comeback, but the prince became a prisoner, right?"

"There is no beginning and no end, everyone should say a few words less." A big court lady stood aside and said in a low voice: "Nowadays is not the same as before, everyone pays attention to propriety..."

The clear moonlight fills the Taiye Pool made of white marble, and the ambergris is lingering.

It was the mid-autumn night, and dozens of teenagers were sitting by the pool, with exquisite moon cakes and fruits on the table, just like a fairyland.

Shang Yuan sat at the end and tried not to attract attention, and only left his seat to salute with others when he heard the eunuch's summons.

But I heard a low exclamation overflowing from all around.

Shang Yuan quietly raised his eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

The last time I was between the beds, I hadn't fully seen the tyrant's face under the cover of night, but now that the lights were shining, he sat on the high platform, his facial features became clearer and more handsome.The figure under the black robe was tall and straight, looking indifferent and majestic from a distance.

She was completely different from the crazy drunkenness that night...

Apart from those present who were concentrating on the proper course of the imperial examination, there were also many young princes who wanted to marry, their eyes had already been glued to the young His Majesty.

Only Shang Yuan reunited with his old friend at the night banquet, and recalled that intoxicated and... shameful sexual intercourse.

He wiped his forehead guiltily, and looked away without any trace.

I have to admit that although the hero of this article is a crazy critic, the whole person has grown up on his aesthetic point...

I can only blame myself for not having many opportunities to wear it, and now I just want to stay away from this life.

After being seated, the meals were served one by one. Everyone moved their chopsticks a few times, only to hear the emperor sitting at the top say slowly: "I heard that you like to write poems on weekdays?"

The voice was calm and pleasant, not at all like the sternness in the rumors.

At this moment, His Majesty is like a noble son in the palace, which makes people relax their vigilance: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I have nothing to do on weekdays, and I will write poems to pass the time."

The voice from above slowly sounded: "It's also a good thing to chant poems on a moonlit night, why don't you let me find some fun for you?"

The young emperor could be called gentle, but everyone's faces turned pale immediately.

Du Yuhou's blood is still wet, and the joy in the tyrant's mouth is probably fatal...

Huo Rong obviously didn't intend to listen to their opinions, and waved his hand to signal the eunuch beside him.

Eunuch Feng laughed and said: "Your Majesty means that when the internal officials beat the drum, you pass the jade pendant on to the next person. When the drum stops, whoever owns the jade pendant will compose poems and drink wine."

His Majesty spoke, and no one could refuse.

On the tray is a piece of translucent white jade pendant.

The drum sounded, and the jade was passed to the hands of the two of them, and they both compose poems smoothly.

Huo Rong glanced leisurely across everyone's faces, and when he reached the end of the seat, his eyes dimmed a little.

The drum sounded again, but a young master held the jade and waited for the drum to stop. After reciting the poem, he said: "This poem was written by the minister. Now the clouds are clearing, and the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, just like your majesty's cloud opening and moonlight." .”

"The clouds bloom and the moon shines." Huo Rong said lightly, "You are very good at talking."

"The minister's mother said that on the day when the minister was born, there was a little magpie announcing the good news in the treetops early in the morning." The young man's voice was like a yellow warbler in spring, and he said in a very tactful way: "I heard that your majesty suffered a lot when he was young. If you have a minister to accompany you day and night, you will have a lot of fun."

Huo Rong couldn't distinguish between joy and anger: "I was also thinking just now, if my falcon has your clever mouth, it would be a good thing."

Huo Rong likes hunting, and Hai Dongqing is always by his side.

The young man was overjoyed, and immediately knelt down lightly: "I also wish to always be by your majesty's side."

His majesty is so young and handsome, and his life experience is so miserable, he just needs him to comfort him.

Huo Rong raised his lips lazily: "It's all said to complement the shape with the shape, but I have a different way."

His tone remained unchanged: "Come here, cut off his tongue and feed it to Ah Shao."

The atmosphere changed suddenly, no one had time to react, the boy's tongue was immediately cut off by the guards, and blood splattered everywhere.

The eagle chirped, and the falcon called A-shao spread its wings and glided under the bright moon, proudly snatching away the piece of bloody soft flesh on the ground.

Seeing this bloody scene, two people screamed and fainted.

Everyone present trembled, trying to suppress their panic.

Eunuch Feng, who was waiting on the side, waved his hand, and the drumbeat sounded again and again, falling heavily on everyone's hearts.

The jade pendant was passed around like a hot potato in everyone's hands. Shang Yuan looked at the jade pendant approaching him, his heartbeat and the sound of the drum suddenly accelerated, and he almost spun around.

This jade is clearly the piece he left at Huo Rong's place...

Is this a bureau set up by the tyrant?Could it be that this dinner was also to find him out?

Shang Yuan's thoughts were confused, he just wanted to quickly pass the jade to others, but as soon as the jade touched his fingertips, the sound of the drum stopped abruptly.

...it's over.

Shang Yuan stood up, trying not to let himself show any abnormality.

He doesn't have the skills to write poetry, and he doesn't know if the original owner can write poetry.

But the moment the jade was passed into his hands, a poem chanting the moon suddenly popped up in his mind.

Shang Yuan paused and said: "When the moon rises, the wind and rain will be fixed, and the lamp will be added at night when you untie your clothes. Where can you recognize this feeling, and look for it between your brows and your heart."

This love poem is deep in my mind, and it will last for a long time.

Eighty percent of it was written by the original owner for the person he likes, so I remembered it in a hurry.

Shang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and almost wanted to kowtow to the original owner on the spot.

It doesn't matter if you are explicit or not, at least you have passed this level...

It's just that Shang Yuan didn't notice that the eyes of the emperor looking at him became more and more dim.

Huo Rong said with a half smile but not a smile: "Your poem has aroused my thoughts."

His voice was so high that people couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Shang Yuan lowered his head and tried his best to avoid the emperor's sight, but he still dared to answer.

A eunuch beside him reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty signaled you to go to the front to toast."

Shang Yuan took a deep breath.

The dog emperor tossed him almost to death on the bed, and now his legs are weak, and he has to serve him with fear.

Shang Yuan suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, held his breath, and stepped forward step by step.

Even if he lowered his head, he could still feel the emperor's aloof gaze, coming heavily suppressed, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Shang Yuanping put aside his extra thoughts and carefully poured the wine into the glass.

When he wanted to take it back, his wrist was firmly controlled by someone.

The fingers were slender and strong, and a knife mark on the palm of Shang Yuan's hand just stuck to the back of Shang Yuan's hand, which seemed to remind him of the kind of fighting the owner of the hand had experienced.

Shang Yuan trembled slightly, and the spilled wine soaked the dark lines on his front.

The person above had a panoramic view of everything, and his tone was calm: "Are you afraid of me?"

Shang Yuan raised his head and met those sharp and deep eyes, which seemed to be able to see through all his concealed eyes.

Huo Rong proclaimed himself emperor when he was young, and he was bestowed with such an appearance by the heavens. His eyes, which should have been shining like stars, looked like a cold pool that had never seen light.

The numbness that night slowly rose along the back, but somewhere in Shang Yuan's heart was inexplicably painful.

The author has something to say:

Rongrong: How dare someone say that he didn't actually hurt me after using up me?

Yuan Yuan shrunk his neck while protecting his vest: Could it be that he is still responsible for you...

Fluffy hooked lips: the brain is finally smart once

That poem is a song poem rewritten by the scumbag author himself, and it does not represent the true literary level of the dog emperor