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

The officials couldn't help but look at each other...

They couldn't imagine that the feared tyrant... seemed to have... some kind of unspeakable hobby?

The young man in the arms of the tyrant. His belly is swollen, but his body is still thin. It is early spring, and the young man is still wrapped in fox fur, looking full of fragility and fragility.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and the sensible ones didn't make a sound.

I thought it was just a farce, who would have thought of His Majesty's appearance, really moved - but I did hear that some men have some private hobbies that can't be brought up on the table. No wonder His Majesty didn't even look through the list of showgirls.

Too clean for His Majesty...

For a moment, all the ministers looked at His Majesty the Emperor with shock and sympathy.

Huo Rong, who was protecting his son and daughter-in-law: "???"

His Majesty's Che Yu had been waiting on both sides of the pier for a long time, because Huo Rong didn't want to make it public, only two teams of royal guards and officials were waiting here.

Just as Huo Rong and Shang Yuan got into the carriage, the queue was about to walk in the direction of the palace, when they suddenly saw slight waves of grass in the distance.

Jin Yiwei's hearing was excellent, and he flew to the front of the queue immediately, and drew out his sword in unison: "Who is it?"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of people flew past from the surrounding hills, arrows rained down, and most of them shot directly at Huo Rong's car.

Jin Yiwei drew his sword to cover it, Huo Rong hugged Shang Yuan's waist with one hand, tore off the car curtain and flew out, the silk car curtain wrapped in internal force, like a sharp shield, blocked the chaotic arrow light.

It was the first time for Shang Yuan to face the assassination directly after passing through the book. Although he was in the car all the time, hearing the sound of arrow feathers piercing through the air, his heart was already pounding with fright.

Huo Rong hugged him tightly in his arms: "I am here."

Shang Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at Huo Rong's hands tightly guarding his waist, feeling complicated.

After he was rescued ashore, he found that Huo Rong was injured. Afterwards, Eunuch Feng told him that it was because Huo Rong thought that he was taken away by Shang Que, and his care was chaotic, so he was disturbed...

Although Huo Rong is somewhat arrogant and indifferent, he will stand in front of him without hesitation when encountering danger...

Shang Yuan stretched out his hand and straightened Huo Rong's slightly messy skirt: "I'm fine."

Huo Rong's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak when he heard Zhan Ling come to report: "Your Majesty, the assassins have all been arrested, and they say that two of them have committed suicide, but I think one of them was the one who hijacked the king back then." Those who come later should also be subordinates of the deposed prince."

There was a flash of coldness in Huo Rong's eyes: "I know, I will keep my mouth alive and interrogate carefully."

The smell of blood filled the air, Shang Yuan resisted the urge to vomit, lifted the curtain of the car, and saw Zhan Ling's elbow was injured by an arrow, blood gushing like a fountain, but he remained motionless, and stood up respectfully to reply.

The family has practiced medicine for generations. For the wound, Shang Yuan almost had an instinctive urge to bandage it. He opened his mouth involuntarily: "Your injury is on the edge of the brachial artery. If you don't bandage it in time, it may be dangerous..."

Zhan Ling was stunned: "Thank you, Queen, for your concern, this subordinate will go bandage up now..."

"If there is anything you don't understand, just ask me." Shang Yuan forgot his identity for a moment, and said eagerly: "I have dealt with this kind of trauma a lot..."

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was already pinched.

Shang Yuan was interrupted, raised his eyebrows and turned to look: "..."

The cheapskate tyrant was holding his clothes corner with a cold face, and looked up at him resentfully.

Seeing this, Zhan Ling hurriedly avoided his eyes and said, "...the subordinates don't dare to bother you. There is also an imperial physician accompanying you, so the subordinates will handle it properly."

Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the car had already been brushed, and was pulled shut by some mean-spirited ghost.

Shang Yuan looked helplessly at the tyrant with a gloomy face: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty won't be angry, right?"

In the past, when I saw Huo Rong like this, I was somewhat apprehensive, but now I feel that the tyrant looks like a tiger when he is angry this time.

Even... a little silly?

Shang Yuan hides a good laugh, and absolutely dare not let some dog emperor know.

Huo Rong squinted at him and snorted coldly: "What do you think?"

The whole face is full of angry mind, is there any need to guess? !

Shang Yuan couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and apologized: "It's my fault, I haven't had time to ask His Majesty how the Eucharist is? Your Majesty is not injured, right?"

Huo Rong snorted, but his tone was not as cold as before: "Huh, the dragon body is still good, and I haven't been mad at you yet."

Shang Yuan stuck out his tongue secretly, if the dragon's body was really hindered, it was because someone ate vinegar indiscriminately and became sour.

"Your Majesty only notices other people's injuries when you know that His Majesty is safe." Shang Yuan thought about the stingy and tyrant protecting himself twice, then rolled his eyes and said, "Besides, your Majesty's skill is so dazzling that he is as dazzling as a god just now." , how can someone who waits for nothing hurt His Majesty, so I can rest assured."

These words reached Huo Rong's ears, but he was stunned for a moment——

In the past few years, he has been invincible in the north-south battle, but he has become more and more tough. He is used to hiding his injuries and clumsy at showing weakness.

The young man he loves is a little Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings, so when he sees himself in the cold palace at that time, he feels compassion in his heart.

But now, the little Bodhisattva has started to say that he is a god?Facing such an omnipotent self, how could he have compassion, how could he think of caring for himself?

Huo Rong has always felt that as a man, he should endure silently, but now he feels that he is a complete fool!

If Shang Yuan likes to pretend to be good and sell miserably, he can also learn without a teacher!

"You can't rest assured..." Huo Rong suddenly hugged Shang Yuan, buried his head on his neck and mumbled: "I'm easily hurt...It hurts too..."

Shang Yuan froze in place, thinking that his flattery would surely make the naive tyrant proud for a while, but the tyrant's face changed a few times, and he cried out pitifully in pain?

Shang Yuan: "???"

As far as he knew, those arrows didn't hurt the tyrant at all!

Why did he suddenly feel powerless as if he had been taken away?

Huo Rong said in a muffled voice: "It wasn't just now, it was the arrow on the river at that time. It hasn't healed in the past few days. I just exerted force, and the wound seemed to burst open again."

Shang Yuan was taken aback.

If Huo Rong hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the tyrant's injury——

Then when you repair yourself, when you show your kindness to yourself again and again, the tyrant will also be hurt...

Shang Yuan's heart sank slightly, and he wanted to pull Huo Rong's collar.

"No problem." Huo Rong hurriedly pressed his hand, and gave him a guilty look: "...It's not a big deal, I just want to lean on A Yuan for a while."

"The carriage is too swaying, it's not good for the wound." Huo Rong added hesitantly: "A Yuan let me lean on it for a while and it won't hurt."

Shang Yuan: "..."

But that was the wound because of saving himself. When Huo Rong was lying on his chest, although Shang Yuan stiffened for a moment, he still let it go.

Huo Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so thirsty, I want to drink tea." Huo Rong began to bully others: "There is... tea on the table..."

Shang Yuan gritted his teeth, not knowing what the dog emperor was thinking, he suddenly changed from being cold and assertive to a sick and stalking puppy.

Shang Yuan reached out his hand in resignation and brought over a cup of tea: "Here you are."

"Hot...can you blow it off?" Huo Rong restrained his fierce expression and tried to make himself look more pitiful: "My wound hurts so much that I can't drink it..."

The corners of Shang Yuan's lips twitched: "..."

Is this the attitude of His Majesty chasing his wife?Let him be a servant who should be chased?Do the opposite?

But Huo Rong had never shown such a pitiful appearance, Shang Yuan could only blow a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, and stuffed it to the dog emperor.

"A Yuan, please feed me." Huo Rong raised his eyes, stared at the young man's attractive lips, and couldn't help swallowing secretly: "Hey, kiss me...the wound will not hurt anymore."

What kind of drama is this?You need to kiss to get better when you are hurt? ?

Doesn't this match the dog emperor's usual personality?

Shang Yuan was at a loss, and thought about it: "Your Majesty, is it appropriate for you to torment a pregnant woman like this?"

"Are you tossing..." Huo Rong's face was full of innocence: "I just want A Yuan to kiss and give him a few sips of hot tea by the way."

"If Ah Yuan doesn't want to, forget it." Huo Rong's tone was full of self-pity: "I have endured so many injuries alone, and I have never kissed him, so I can endure this time..."

"It's just that I saw others injured before, if there are family members by my side, no matter how bad it is, there will be pats..."

Hearing the word family, Shang Yuan's eyes moved.

Even if he knew that Huo Rong was just pretending to be poor at this moment, he had no resistance to this set of rhetoric.

He took the initiative to hold Huo Rong's chin, and gently pressed the corners of his lips, and when his lips touched, there was a throbbing in his heart...

No, I can't kiss anymore.

Shang Yuan decisively pushed the tyrant away, deliberately not looking into his eyes.

Huo Rong also noticed that Shang Yuan was avoiding him, calmed down for a moment, and began to hum in pain again.

Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "It hurts badly? Can you call your Majesty an imperial physician?"

"No need, there are acupuncture points on the chest." The sick dog emperor looked at him eagerly: "Ah Yuan press my chest, and I won't feel any pain."

Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows.

He didn't say anything when he was injured, but now he kisses and touches his chest... Isn't the tyrant's petty thoughts too obvious?

Even if he touches porcelain, after many days, he is still out of date!

Shang Yuan couldn't help it, so he stretched out his hand to squeeze him twice, but the dog emperor was deliberately dissatisfied: "It's heavier, yes..."

"Let's be gentler, Ah Yuan will kiss me again...yes, at the same time..."

"Squeeze your waist again, the waist is not very comfortable...cough cough, kissing is fine..."

Shang Yuan had black lines on his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The dog emperor who crawled along the pole, he will not serve you anymore!

Passing Huo Rong's earnest and sticky eyes, Shang Yuan looked out of the carriage. Today is Fang Lichun, the sky is bright and everything is recovering, and through the half-opened curtain of the car, he can vaguely see many young couples outing by the shade of trees , with a garland made by her husband-in-law on her head.

Shang Yuan: "Your Majesty, I also want a wreath. You can see the small flowers on the trees by the side of the road. Can you make one for me?"

Huo Rong raised his eyebrows, opened the curtain of the car, and saw the prosperity of Kazuki.

Since Shang Yuan opened his mouth, Huo Rong didn't think too much, and got out of the car to pick flowers after humming.

Huo Rong stepped out of the car, Shang Yuan immediately ordered the groom to say: "Don't wait for Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first."

Jin Yiwei who was driving: "???"

But looking at His Majesty happily picking flowers, he knew that the one in the car was the real favored master, and he didn't dare to disobey at the moment, so he divided the people and horses into two, and rode the horse to go first.

Huo Rong happily made a wreath, thinking that the two of them are like an ordinary couple, and their usually cold eyes melt like a spring breeze.

But when he turned around, only half of the guards were waiting respectfully, but the comfortable and spacious carriage disappeared without a trace.

Huo Rong panicked: "Where's the queen?!"

Such a beautiful and gentle daughter-in-law, how come she just disappeared after chasing her back!

Zhan Ling replied respectfully: "Your Majesty said that Your Majesty is a martial arts practitioner. He was lying in the carriage and felt unwell, so he left an army of horses for His Majesty to drive. Your Majesty has already... returned to the palace in a chariot."

Huo Rong watched, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

How could the warm carriage and Xiangxiang's daughter-in-law be uncomfortable? !

Didn't he just want to kiss someone more!

Who wants to ride this hard saddle, a military horse that looks like a hard march at first glance!

But in front of his subordinates, Huo Rong didn't want to smear someone's face, so he could only endure the grievance and resentfully rode on the horseback.

What a cunning little thing, he will make his own plans!

Eunuch Feng, who was following him, thought he had seized a wonderful opportunity, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is really considerate. She specially found out military horses for His Majesty, and I really feel sorry for His Majesty... so sincere, this slave will cry when he sees it." ..."

Your Majesty likes the Queen, as long as you catch the Queen's kindness to Your Majesty and blow it to death, Your Majesty will be delighted!

This is the shortcut that Eunuch Feng has just concluded recently.

"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, Huo Rong snorted coldly this time: "Say one more word, and you go and guard the tomb for your ancestors!"

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Eunuch Feng's autobiography "I am self-defeating, I wander on the edge of the mausoleum every day"