The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 403

"You are always indifferent. I am afraid that you will kill your son, Lord Qiantui."

She elongated her enchanting tone.

Ning Jiuque didn't react for a while, subconsciously frowned delicately, and retorted: "Son? I don't have a son..."

suddenly!

Having said that, he suddenly froze!

……son? !

Ning Jiuque's brain buzzed, all calmness and rationality were blown away, only her words remained:
Your son.

his son...

Ning Jiuque suddenly remembered that she has been addicted to acid lately, so sour candied fruit did not change her face, and she seemed to be eating happily.

He thought that she just liked sour food, but it turned out to be... Pregnant?
This child came by surprise.

Ning Jiuque was in a complicated mood, but the lust in those beautiful phoenix eyes had faded away like a tide in an instant. When he looked at the woman's flat and slender belly, his eyes were stained with a trace of gentleness that maybe even he didn't notice... .

"When did this happen?"

After the words came out, Ning Jiuque realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse.

The Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, trying to moisten his dry throat.

He must not know how seductive there is in this kind of dumbness.

Fenghua's eyes darkened suddenly, and he grabbed Ning Jiuque's skirt with his slender white and green hands, and answered his question, "Well, I just found out today, and the date should be...the first night, during the palace banquet."

In fact, you don't need to count the days to know that it must be the night of the emperor's birthday.

On the Qionghua tree whose petals are as crystal as snow, in the deep underground palace...

That "little eunuch" who died so beautifully, that kind of sinister and poisonous secret medicine that makes people conceive a boy in one fell swoop but kills people...

However, she didn't tell Ning Jiuque any of this.

She naturally has a way to deal with the secret medicine that can kill people from Feng Jin's hands.

"Did you know today?" Ning Jiuque gritted his teeth suddenly, and the words became more and more serious, "Is it because I didn't come over tonight, so you plan to keep it a secret?"

"How can it be?" She kissed him on the chin, smiling wickedly: "It's just that it's not too late yet."

Ning Jiuque tore her away from him: "It's best like this."

"Well, what if not?"

Ning Jiuque narrowed his eyes dangerously, and smiled charmingly, his beautiful phoenix eyes burst into a cold light: "No, I will...kill you to death."

She spit out two words lightly from her red lips: "Please."

Relying on the possession of the talisman now, she began to make heaven and earth.

Su Bai's hand gently teased: "Aren't you going to kill me? Now, huh?"

The color of Ning Jiuque's eyes changed from light to dark, so intense that it seemed to be surging like a storm.

"Yan Qiyu, you wait for me."
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Soon after, it was the royal hunt.

This is an annual grand event. The emperor travels in the imperial car, the empress and concubine Yan are by his side, and the princes, princesses, princes and ministers are all accompanying him.

King Yong is the emperor's most valued prince, so there is no reason to let him go.

Yan Qiyu, Princess Yong, naturally wants to be together.

For some reason, even Feng Jin was on the travel list.

The female relatives rode in a carriage and staggered to the royal hunting ground...

Yan Qiyu's physical problems, not only acidophilus after pregnancy, but also serious nausea.

Fenghua vomited in the dark, the carriage stopped and stopped along the way, and unexpectedly fell at the end of the team.

The two maidservants of Bihu Mingzhu accompanied her to serve, and seeing her own princess like this, she wished to replace her with her own body.

"Come on, princess, rinse your mouth with water." Bihu held a cup of tea in her slender hand and handed it to Fenghua.

Mingzhu took out all kinds of sour candied fruit from the food box: "After rinsing, eat a few sour ones and press them."

Fenghua rubbed his head, took a sour plum in his mouth, and suppressed the nausea.

Mingzhu was really distressed, "Princess, you have never suffered from carriage sickness before. I think you have never felt so uncomfortable during such a long journey from Beidi to the capital..."

Hearing Mingzhu's words, Bi Hu vaguely felt a little strange.

Fenghua twitched her lips, but said nothing.

The original owner did not suffer from carriage sickness before, but...it is different now.

Concubine Yong's carriage arrived at the royal hunting ground last, and the palace people were setting up camp.

The royal hunt lasts for half a month.

For half a month, both men and women live in tents, with sisters or brothers sharing one account, and husband and wife sharing one account.

"Yan Qiyu, what's the matter with you, you're only here now? Father was still asking you just now..." His Royal Highness Yong Wang was very displeased, he is a person who strives to be the first in everything, but he was born to marry the princess but was behind , even in a hurry, he couldn't compare to others, and fell to the end.

Feng Hua's eyes were full of tiredness, he was too lazy to talk to Long Jue, and let him pull him to the emperor.

The emperor was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, and he couldn't see how he imprisoned Feng Jin in the Hall of Mental Cultivation for violence. He said with concern: "Old fourth daughter-in-law, I just heard from Concubine Yan that you are a little bit dizzy."

On the side, Concubine Yan Gui, who had been favored by the emperor for many years and had a stunning appearance, nodded secretly towards Fenghua, showing her kindness.

And the other side...

The fake Ning Jiuque eunuch was wearing a dragon fish suit, his long black hair was tucked into a black hat, and long straps hung down on both sides of his indistinguishably beautiful face, and the side hat was flamboyant.

In those beautiful twinkling phoenix eyes, when she looked at her inadvertently, there was a faint light.

Like a swirling vortex of black ink, it is bound to take people's hearts away.

Fenghua narrowed her eyes and said, "Going back to the emperor is not because of the carriage sickness, but because of... being pregnant and feeling sick."

Ning Jiuque's pupils shrank suddenly, but his face was completely calm.

Long Jue, who was standing beside Fenghua, suddenly turned his head, gritted his teeth, and questioned each word, "Yan Qiyu, what did you say?"

What nonsense is this woman talking about in front of her father? !

In the three years of marriage, he has never touched a single finger of this woman.

never.

Even the wedding night that originally belonged to him and Yan Qiyu, that night was the first time for him and Feng Jin.

After having Feng Jin, how could he rarely touch Yan Qiyu?
However, now this woman is brazenly saying that she is pregnant in front of her father, she is really lying and not drafting!
Doesn't she know how serious the crime of bullying the king is? !
Fenghua turned his head slightly, looked sideways at Long Jue, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, and said:
"Ben, Wang, concubine, pregnant, pregnant."

She stuttered every word and pronounced the words clearly, which was extremely ironic and ridiculous in Long Jue's ears.

　Chapter 10.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)