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

The lustrous white jade fingers shone brightly under the candlelight, and Huo Rong's eyes became darker and darker.

He remembered that night, on the young man's slightly curled slender fingers, this scene seemed familiar.

"Many princes of aristocratic families wear finger rings, and so do ordinary children. I'm afraid it's not easy to find someone with this." Shang Yuan pretended to be calm and prevaricated a few words, then calmly withdrew his hand and said, "Your Majesty, continue?"

"Don't move..." Huo Rong's low voice was like an electric current passing through his back: "Don't you want to know the scene at that time?"

"Speaking of which, that person's stature seems to be about the same as that of you, A Yuan."

Shang Yuan clenched his fists and stood as straight as possible: "Well... I have written it down..."

Surrounded by the oppressive atmosphere of the tyrant, Shang Yuan almost fled: "I have enough clues today, let me go back and deal with it first..."

Huo Rong's eyes dimmed.

The boy softened his voice almost begging, which was very interesting.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like you are about to escape.

She also recited her poems and resigned her marriage. Didn't she want to save her life to please him, and now she ran away again?

Huo Rong sneered in his heart, and slowly released the hand on his chin: "If you want clues, come to me, I can give you some ideas."

Shang Yuan: "..."

Dog Emperor! !Too doggy! !

Is this taking advantage of him?

But he remembered that the book once said that tyrants hate physical contact...

That is, the eagerness to investigate the case, the dragon body did not hesitate to go to battle in person, and found clues to test himself?

Impossible... With the temperament of a tyrant, he would rather kill by mistake than let him go, how could he leisurely probe...

After thinking about it, Shang Yuan hurriedly left, planning to run away when he planned to go back...

"By the way, let me remind Yuan that you are the one who bears the emperor's order now." Huo Rong's voice sounded softly behind him: "If you leave Beijing without authorization, you will be shot with a stick when you are caught."

Shang Yuan stagnated, gritted his teeth and said: "...Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Go, you were my classmate back then. I... trusted you, and I entrusted you to investigate the private affairs because you wanted to get close to me." Huo Rong's voice was extremely low: "Don't let me down."

Shang Yuan: "..."

He almost put the word "run away" on his face, where did the tyrant see that he wanted to get close? ? ?

As the night darkens, the ambergris in the aromatherapy burner slowly rises.

When Huo Rong was half awake, he heard the sound of pigeons flapping their wings.

In March of Yangchun, the boy's black hair hangs down on his shoulders, and a soft pigeon spreads its wings and lands in his arms.

"This is the homing pigeon I trained. It is Ah Shao's friend. It can fly five thousand miles a day." Huo Rong heard his own voice when he was young, and his sincerity made people feel distressed: "A Yuan, if something happens in the capital, you can let him fly. Within three days, wherever you are, I will be by your side."

The young man stroked the soft white pigeon with his slender and pale fingers, and smiled warmly at him under the spring light of March: "Your Highness, go to the front line and take care of yourself. I will be fine in the capital..."

It was this nightmare again... Huo Rong struggled, trying to wake up from the dream, but encountered another familiar nightmare.

Pigeon, call for help, enter Beijing, besieged...

The chaotic and cruel past was cut into sharp pieces, which were inserted into his heart again like a sharp blade...

"Say! Why did you rebel!"

"Why did you bring troops into Beijing!?"

"Your Highness, if you persist in your obsession, we will really be punished..."

The young man on the high platform looked down at him indifferently like a spectator, without the slightest guilt of the instigator. When he left with the prince, the clean fox fur cloak swept over the blood he had spilled on the ground...

Huo Rong's eyes were full of ferocious bloodshot eyes. When the hatred surged, he realized that there was a flexible young man beside him, with white fingertips resting on his waist, and a transparent silk handkerchief hanging on his cheeks to cover his face. , only the lips were slightly upturned, becoming more and more seductive.

Huo Rong's mind froze, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground at some point.

The sleeves slipped off, and the young man's frosty wrist hung around his neck: "Your Highness, do you still like the medicine I gave you?"

The wind blew the cloud-like veil, revealing the young man's beautiful face.

Huo Rong's pupils shook, he gritted his teeth and said, "A Yuan..."

I hated him so much, but couldn't help but put the boy under my body again...

Huo Rong opened his eyes abruptly.

wake up.

But in the dream, the upturned corners of his lips were like a seductive hook, holding his desire.

Huo Rong's voice was hoarse: "Prepare water."

When Eunuch Feng, who was serving outside the door, heard about it, he lowered his eyebrows and waved his hands obediently, and the eunuchs carrying cold water and handkerchiefs filed in.

Since the big bed was burned, it was not the first time His Majesty asked for cold water at night.

Others don't know what's going on, but they can't hide it from him.

It must be that after eating meat, I know the taste, burn my body with desire every night, and use cold water to quench the fire.

In fact, if this idea was never suppressed when I was young, it would be fine, but now that Your Majesty is 23 years old and brave on the battlefield, it is the first time I have tasted something new on the bed, so I just think about it every night...

Also poor Majesty.

You are the king of a country, and you don't even have a single person around you who serves and relieves you.

After Huo Rong washed it with cold water, he turned his head and saw that it was already dim outside the window.

This is the residence of Duke Wei's mansion. From now on, that person and himself are only a short distance away.

From the second day onwards, Shang Yuan said that he was unwell and lived in seclusion.

He couldn't figure out what the tyrant was doing, so he could only passively reduce the number of meetings, and by the way, think about how he would survive five days later.

The person Shang Yuan wanted to hide from was someone who was eager to cling to him.

Mrs. Wei Guogong called Shang Que early in the morning: "Ah Que, you also know that His Majesty is now living in our house. This is really an eye-opener for the ancestors. He hasn't made a queen yet!"

Shang Que frowned: "So what, my son doesn't dare to miss His Majesty."

"Your Majesty is also a human being, isn't he also a man with seven emotions and six desires!" Mrs. Wei Guogong lowered her voice and said, "Now the post is vacant, and you are also a businessman. Your Majesty is ruthless. It means that he has never tasted love. Put people on top of your heart."

Shang Que said with a smile: "Mother, isn't uncle always close to the virtuous king? It's only been a few days, and the wind has turned really fast."

Mrs. Wei Guogong hesitated and said: "Before, all the treasures were bet on him, but now he is a useless person. The medicine that was rewarded in the palace before is still there. He heard that it can make people's feelings go deep. A man... "

She was born in a poor family, and was bought by the Hou family as an adopted daughter with a lot of money. She met Wei Guogong at a banquet, and she has become a firewood since then.

Shang Que sneered: "Mother, that's Your Majesty, are you trying to kill dozens of people in our house?"

The Duke's wife opened her mouth: "These... are all men..."

Hearing the medicine, Shang Que thought of something that bothered him.

On this day, Shang Que asked Xiao Man, the eunuch next to Huo Rong: "Before His Majesty entered Beijing, did he ever go to the big tent?"

This is the eyeliner placed by the prince on Huo Rong's side. The eyeliner next to it was either removed, or Huo Rong deliberately placed it and never revealed useful information.

Only this eunuch Xiaoman who has been beside Huo Rong for many years has never been discovered.

Xiao Man said: "The slave saw him go in with his own eyes, for some reason, he didn't assassinate him."

Shang Que pondered, and asked: "How long has he been in?"

The medicine can make people lose their minds. After Shang Yuan came back, his temperament changed drastically, and the assassination failed. As for what the two of them did, no one knows...

Xiao Man said: "I was staring there, but I was called away on an errand. Don't worry, my lord, Your Majesty always hates being close to others, so the medicine will not let His Majesty... Your Majesty even sends away all the beauties sent by others. Never been involved in it yet.”

Shang Que nodded thoughtfully.

Zhan Ling walked into the hospital respectfully, followed by the gray-haired imperial physician.

Huo Rong closed the memorial, and pressed the center of his eyebrows a little tiredly.

The imperial doctor invited Ann tremblingly, took out the sealed incense ball from the medicine box with shaking hands, and lit it.

The strange and charming breath spread slowly.

Huo Rong's face changed slightly, and after a while he waved his hands, Zhan Ling immediately stepped forward and extinguished the burnt incense ball.

The breaths of several people were slightly disturbed.

Zhan Ling secretly glanced at His Majesty's expression, and his heart sank slightly.

The imperial doctor said: "Your Majesty, this medicine has a smell for a while after burning, then it is colorless, invisible and tasteless, it is difficult to detect, it has always been a secret medicine in the palace."

"Those who smell this fragrance will have a great passion/desire, the whole body will be dry and hot, and they will have sex..."

Huo Rong narrowed his eyes and interrupted: "Could the effect of this medicine be stronger or weaker?"

He remembered that on the day he entered Beijing, he was clamoring for desire/desire all over his body, and he couldn't use his reason to resist the bone-destroying taste of the young man's frowns and smiles.

But today is just a touch of dry heat, which can be completely restrained.

"The effect of the medicine is extremely stable." The imperial physician suddenly remembered something: "However, this medicine is said to be an aphrodisiac, but it actually deepens the desires that people already have. The person or similar person can stimulate the emotions that already exist, but this is related to one's own desire, not because the medicine is strong, but because the desire for that person is strong..."

Zhan Ling glanced at Huo Rong's face, and said coldly: "Shut up! You can answer after you think it over!"

Obviously it was the trick of the spy, but now it turns out that their majesty has desires/thoughts for that person! ?

He has been with His Majesty for five years, and he has never seen His Majesty fall in love with anyone. His Majesty's clean reputation cannot be ruined by this old man!

The trembling imperial doctor didn't know what he said wrong: "I just told the truth about the medicine..."

Huo Rong lowered his eyes: "So the person I saw at that time was probably an illusion?"

"Maybe it's an illusion, but it must be the person most wanted by the drug users."

After a word fell, the surroundings immediately became quiet.

Huo Rong was silent, his eyes darkened.

Could it be that the insanity that was inseparable that night was all because of my longing for someone?

It's not because of the medicine, but... the intense passion/desire for Shang Yuan already hidden in his body?

The author has something to say:

Yao: That's right, it's your wife who makes you feel good!

Do the babies feel a little messy?

To put it simply, in the eyes of the tyrant, this story is: the ex-boyfriend who once betrayed me drugged me after I ascended the throne, and after escaping, I have my son ==