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

Zhan Ling frowned, thinking whether to report it to His Majesty...

Since His Majesty knew that the Empress might have a different intention before entering the palace, he must be on guard.

Zhan Ling thought and thought, and felt that he was an outsider, so he should not say anything about Shang Yuan when His Majesty was newly married, so as not to cause bad luck.

But after thinking about it, out of caution, he secretly told Eunuch Feng to pay more attention.

Eunuch Feng suddenly felt dizzy, and looked aggrieved and helpless: "The empress hides medicine... Zhan Ling, tell me about you, tell me about this... Isn't this making it difficult for me to be a man!"

Every time something about Shang Yuan comes up, as long as he comes forward, His Majesty will be offended.

Tibetan medicine is something that can make His Majesty furious at a glance, so he doesn't want to come forward...

Eunuch Feng rolled his eyes, and saw He He cleaning with his face down.

If He Hena talked about this matter cleverly, maybe he could save the day?

After listening obediently, He He was puzzled: "Why do you go to His Majesty for such a trivial matter?"

Eunuch Feng almost jumped up: "A small thing?! Auntie, the Queen will bring soup to His Majesty every day! He hides some throat-locking poison in his chest..."

"...You can't see the relationship between the two when you are by His Majesty's side every day. How could the Queen harm Your Majesty?" He He looked at Eunuch Feng as if looking at a stone: "If the virtuous king really poisoned the Queen , How can you intentionally stand out in public? The Empress does not avoid suspicion, but deliberately carries it in her arms all the time? The most important thing is, these days, the eyes of the Empress when she looks at Her Majesty have begun to be different!"

"What's wrong with the Queen's eyes?" Eunuch Feng was puzzled and said, "Is there something abnormal? Then you should call the imperial physician quickly!"

"...Does our hospital have a brain?" He He glanced at Eunuch Feng, and began to laugh mercilessly: "I suggest that Eunuch take a day off to take a look."

Eunuch Feng was so angry that he waved his fly whisk twice, but remembering that He He had been able to guess His Majesty's thoughts several times recently, he decided... Leaving aside the Queen's matter for now, he should go to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow. ——

He He thought for a while, smiled and said: "In a few days, family members will be able to visit the palace, and my family will also come. My sister is not feeling well, and I have to ask my father-in-law to take care of me when I come to the palace."

"Your sister? What happened to her?"

"She's not in a good mind, and she needs to be taken care of by her father-in-law when she comes to the palace." He He said quietly: "Didn't I tell you before, my father-in-law, I always feel that I have seen the queen once, this younger sister is the one at that time." It's very similar to the one brought by the queen's young man, my mother saw her as a pitiful girl, and received the young man's money, so she adopted her as an adopted daughter."

Eunuch Feng frowned slightly.

If he remembers correctly, His Majesty also has a sister from the same mother, and the little princess has a bad brain. His Majesty has always loved her very much, but in the treason incident that was falsely accused, this little princess was also affected. As for The whereabouts of the princess can be said... There are even many people who say that the queen took people out of the palace and secretly killed them...

Then Hehe, the foster sister who also has a bad brain, does it have something to do with what happened back then?

Shang Yuan was drifting off to sleep, when he suddenly felt a big hand pinching the back of his neck: "I let you warm the quilt, how dare you fall asleep?"

Shang Yuan was startled and tried to open his sleepy eyes.

In front of him was Huo Rong with a smile on his face.

It's a pity that the tyrant's half-smile is more terrifying than not smiling.

The dark aroma lingered at the tip of the nose, and Shang Yuan's body began to tense involuntarily.

Huo Rong looked at the young man with black hair half hanging and sleepy face in front of him: "You are sleeping on my dragon bed, which is specially used for serving the bed. Normally, the Queen is only eligible to sleep when the bed is being served."

"You are sleeping soundly on the bed right now, aren't you seducing me?"

Shang Yuan was speechless: "..."

No wonder the tyrant insisted that he wanted to seduce him as soon as he came to Beijing and listened to his poems. According to his logic, his every move, every breath, could be interpreted as seduction.

"I heard that the Empress slept three times during the day?" Huo Rong approached deeply: "What? Does the Empress think that my dragon bed is a place where you can sleep when you want and wake up when you want?"

Listen, what a jerk is speaking.

Others need a wedding room when they get married, but at first glance, he looks like a queen, but in fact, he doesn't even have a marriage bed that he jointly owns!

Shang Yuan bit her lip: "But...there is no palace man to separate A Yuan's bed..."

"You are the queen, you don't come here to sleep every night, do you still occupy a bed alone?" Huo Rong stretched out his hands and rubbed the top of his head: "I don't have idlers in my palace!"

Shang Yuan: "...so if I want to sleep during the day, I can only go to His Majesty's dragon bed..."

Huo Rong pinched his chin in a leisurely manner, with a persuasive expression on his face: "It's easy to say, how many times you sleep during the day, and how many times you have to sleep at night-this is a dragon bed, the deal is not bad, right?"

Huo Rong approached, and his mellow voice gently touched Shang Yuan's ear: "I will come here three times tonight..."

Shang Yuan was genuinely angry, so angry that he curled up in his neck, and didn't want to pay attention to the tyrant.

What a cheapskate!

Huo Rong pinched his quilt and raised his eyebrows: "What does this mean?"

Shang Yuan was furious in the quilt: "Ah Yuan thinks it's unfair, he's already married, and even sleeping on your dragon bed has to be traded!"

"That's right..." Huo Rong said with a low smile: "They're both husband and wife, how can they have anything to do with the transaction? But since they are husband and wife, it's only natural to have a good time at night..."

"So I think, don't be limited by those three times tonight."

Shang Yuan was angry: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the stingy tyrant had already bit his neck: "Who made A Yuan sleep on the dragon bed for most of the day without my permission."

Shang Yuan was taken aback.

The tyrant didn't say that he didn't feel that he...has been a little sleepy lately.

If you are not acclimatized after wearing a book, you should have gotten used to it long ago...

strangeness.

Why is he getting sleepy.

The night is getting darker, and the two of them are still falling asleep tonight.

The smell of black and ambergris slowly diffused in the quiet night, reminiscent of those two lingering tastes...

Shang Yuan's heart was pounding, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear or...expectation...

After waiting for a long time, no one around him moved.

Shang Yuan plucked up his courage and quietly glanced sideways.

The tyrant...has closed his eyes tightly, and apparently fell asleep...

It seems that those few words just now were just teasing myself...

Shang Yuan clenched his fist: "..."

Damn it!How can there be a wonderful sense of emptiness in my heart!

Could it be that he is expecting to be with the tyrant...

wake up wake up wake up!Even if it was comfortable at the time, he would be pregnant. The child-avoiding drugs in this world don't know if they are immature, so I can't be confused by the short-term happiness!

Shang Yuan was in the battle between heaven and man, when he suddenly heard a man beside him breathing more and more quickly.

Shang Yuan tilted his head, under the cool moonlight, the tyrant's brows were tightened, sweat was protruding from his forehead, and his breathing was heavy——

Obviously tormented by dreams.

Shang Yuan was startled——

Can a man who is so tall and inviolable during the day have such a vulnerable side at night?

Huo Rong came to the familiar dream again——

The deep palace, the window lattice, the cry of the baby.

He saw that the seven-year-old himself heard his sister crying, and happily wanted to run to coax her.

The crying in the room suddenly stopped——

The seven-year-old was stunned, and looked suspiciously through the window, but saw a scene that he would never forget——

The always gentle mother stretched out her hand viciously and grabbed the baby sister's neck——

He stood on tiptoe, his pupils constricted, and his breathing became more rapid as his mother's hands tightened.

In desperation, he deliberately kicked down the vase outside the window, and his mother finally let go, and looked towards the window with red eyes——

At the age of seven, he stumbled and ran across the crimson palace wall. The red wall reflected the huge shadow of the palace maid holding the lamp, seeping into people like a ghost...

After running for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. He looked up and saw snowflakes as light as willow catkins falling on the glazed tile palace wall...

Later, his younger sister was lucky enough to save her life, but unfortunately her mind has been stupid ever since. That is, from that night onwards, he began to suspect the cause of the death of the two previous brothers.

The scene slowly changes.

"Come on, drag them to the cold palace!" The man sitting on the high seat stared at him with disgust, and sternly reprimanded him: "This wicked son born of a vicious woman, don't let me dangle in front of my eyes again!"

Huo Rong saw himself kneeling on the ground in his dream, wanting to climb to his father's side, as if he was begging for some warmth: "Father, I didn't...Rong'er and younger sister never killed people..."

The mother's matter finally came to light.

She mutilated the prince and deserved death, but she and her sister did nothing wrong...

But no one listened to him.

Huo Rong watched all this with cold eyes, almost a moment of indifference in his heart.

His heart is like the snow falling in the deep winter, it only needs a little more coldness to condense into the most indestructible ice——

Unfortunately, he happened to meet that person...

On the wall of the palace gate, a young man in fox fur and holding plum blossoms was running in the snow. When he turned his head to look at him, his cheeks were like a charm made of ice and snow: "Your Highness, the palace walls are full of intrigues and intrigues." Be high and step down, but above this palace wall, there is no other world."

The young man looked southward, pointing to the pure snow on the city wall that no one had ever set foot on: "So A Yuan wants to take His Highness to the city wall of the palace gate to see the first snow..."

"On the first snow day, if you can write your wish on the snow that no one has ever set foot on, it is said that you will be blessed by gods and Buddhas, and it will come true..."

Huo Rong snorted coldly in his dream.

fraud……

The wish he wrote that day disappeared without a trace like running water, no gods and Buddhas remembered it, and it never came true at all...

Shang Yuan raised his upper body and looked seriously at the tyrant who was sleeping on one side.

Huo Rong tilted his head on the pillow with a painful expression, apparently suffering great pain in his dream.

Shang Yuan was startled——

It turns out that tyrants really have nightmares.

He frowned, but he didn't say a word. It seemed that no matter how much pain he suffered, he was used to burying it between his brows and heart instead of expressing it...

Shang Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

Too--

In the original book, the tyrant was not loved by his father or mother since he was a child, suffered all kinds of misery in the cold palace, and was treated like that by his little uncle...

In the long darkness, there has never been a person who can make the tyrant confide in himself...

Shang Yuan was startled, boldly, gently stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and patted Huo Rong who was restless.

He learned the rhythm of coaxing Zai Zai, humming a little tune in his mouth.

Shang Yuan blushed.

He is not raising a baby, how can he coax a decisive tyrant like this——

As a result, as he hummed and patted, the tyrant's eyebrows gradually eased, and it was obvious that he was gradually comforted by him.

Shang Yuan felt relieved, and thought to himself.

He didn't do this to appease Huo Rong, he just wanted the tyrant to shut up and be quiet so that he could go to sleep quickly.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the tyrant beside him suddenly turned around, and his heavy embrace was like a toppled mountain, attacking him involuntarily, leaving him almost no room to struggle.

The provocative breath sprayed gently on Shang Yuan's ears, making his ears turn red.

The tyrant is no longer anxious, and his heartbeat and breathing are gradually balanced——

Shang Yuan raised the corners of his lips, showing a bit of complacency.

When I opened my eyes the next day, it was already daylight.

Shang Yuan looked down, but his brain exploded.

Finish.

He was hugged by the tyrant last night, and he had a dreamy dream, but he didn't expect that his underwear was soaked through——

This is the first time since his wedding.

This clothes will be replaced every morning by a special person, and his underwear can tell what happened at a glance... If the tyrant knows, how will this person mock him!

Shang Yuan settled down, looked furtively at the tyrant beside him who was still awake, and prepared to take it off quietly and throw it away.

The author has something to say:

Zai Zai: Patting and coaxing or something, let’s practice it on my father first, and I will use it later