The emperor has no heir?The empress only dotes on the harem by giving birth to children

He knew that she was angry now.

She must let her anger out, otherwise she will be in a bad mood and affect the baby in her belly. It would be bad if she gets fetal gas. As for calling her bad, how could she call it bad? His Yun'er was too kind. If she was really bad, she would still be crying here.

"...Not bad, Yun'er is the most kind-hearted."

It is natural instinct for a mother to protect her children. No matter when, even a weak woman will fight tooth and nail to protect her children and others.

00985 Emperor's Childbirth System: [Host, system, I feel that you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and you still can't forget the 999 steps, hehe. 】

Jiang Xianyun leaned against King Yan, the corners of his lips raised slightly. [I am a person who sometimes keeps my word. I said I would let him experience the joy of climbing stairs, so I must arrange it for him. 】

Just a pity.

She couldn't let the dog Bibi from her previous world experience it. Thinking about it makes me regret, why did I let him die so cheaply? She should have let him go through everything she had gone through.

Maybe he sensed her emotional changes.

Situ Mingtang thought she was still sad.

"Be good, everything belongs to me."

His hand gently touched her cheek, and Situ Mingtang leaned forward and kissed her lips.

He found that the most practical way to coax her was to hug her as he did now.

Jiang Xianyun finally laughed.

Reaching out to hold his neck, Jiang Xianyun opened her lips slightly... and kissed him...

Until the kiss ended, he kissed her cheek and whispered: "Okay, don't be sad anymore."

"I've asked someone to stew chicken soup for you. You need to eat some to replenish your body... You need to maintain your health so that you can give birth to a chubby baby for me."

"Your Majesty just thinks about the child and doesn't care for me anymore. You men, huh..."

A chuckle.

"Listen to how weird you are..." Situ Mingtang put his arm around her shoulders.

"The child is jealous too."

Jiang Xianyun leaned against him.

"Who's not a kid anymore."

"You said before that you could be my father at your age."

This…

Situ Mingtang blushed.

Unable to refute.

"...Yun'er is right. In my eyes, you are still a delicate little girl."

He whispered in his ear: "That's why I love you the most."

Jiang Xianyun blushed.

"…I'm hungry."

"Okay, let's eat something first..."

Seeing her smiling again, Situ Mingtang immediately had chicken soup brought to her and fed her personally.

Jiang Xianyun couldn't sleep at night and slept too much during the day.

She asked Situ Mingtang to tell him about the picture book.

It's hard for you to imagine the scene where a man who has always read military books is reading a romance book to her with a serious look on his face.

"... He gently touched the girl's cheek with his fingers. He could no longer control the ancient power in his heart and pulled her into his arms... He said with a sinister look, "Even if you don't want to, you can only marry me." If I can't get your heart, I will get your people..." After reading this, the corners of Situ Mingtang's mouth twitched. "What's written here is all nonsense, how can it be decent? My brother-in-law wants to marry my sister-in-law..."

At this time, Situ Mingtang was sitting on the bedside, and Jiang Xianyun was leaning in his arms, listening to what he said. In this era, even ordinary men may not be as patient as him.

Don't tell me, this feeling is pretty good.

Jiang Xianyun thinks that having a father-in-law is indeed a good idea.

...That night, Jiang Xianyun fell asleep quietly in Situ Mingtang's arms...

As for Gu Qing on the other side, he was shivering from the cold in the dungeon. He has never been able to figure out why this life has become like this, it shouldn't be like this. It's all that woman, it's her, she's a damned person, she's obviously been killed, but she's still alive to cause trouble for him.

"It's best not to fall into my hands, otherwise I will definitely turn you into flower fertilizer." Thinking of this, his eyes were full of hatred.

Gu Qing spent the whole night cold and frightened. The next day I caught cold and fever.

In the morning, when he was shivering and thought he couldn't hold on any longer. Then he saw Chen Er, the guard next to King Yan, walking in.

Seeing him, Gu Qing looked angry. "quick…"

"Take me out and prepare hot water for me..."

Now he just wants to soak in hot water. He can't stand it anymore. He feels that his whole body is too cold to move.

Walking forward, Chen Er just glanced at him indifferently. The child who plotted to murder their prince wanted hot water to take a bath, and he was afraid he was still dreaming...

Chen Er is a man of few ruthless words. He has already received orders from Wang Fei and is now here to carry them out. He stretched out his hand to lift the person up and walked out of the dungeon.

Nan'an Temple, ten miles outside the city, is halfway up the mountain.

The princess had said that she would let the prince kneel up to pray for her unborn child and atone for his sins, and the prayers had been prepared for him. No, it must be arranged.

Several guards brought Gu Qing to the foot of Nan'an Temple.

"The prince has ordered that you kneel up from here to pray for the child in the princess's belly."

Look at the snow on the steps and the broken bowls smashed on it. Just looking at it made him feel pain in his knees. What kind of torture this was. There are more than [-] stone steps to climb from the foot of the mountain to Nan'an Temple. It is difficult to walk up. It is the twelfth month of winter, and there is snow on the stone steps, as well as a bowl broken on it. It would cost him his life to kneel up from here.

The order from King Yan must come from that bitch Jiang Xianyun.

It must be her.

She wanted him to die.

Who is Gu Qing? How could he be willing to obey orders obediently?

"You have given up on this idea. What is my identity? It is impossible for me to climb up from here on my knees."

Chen Er didn't speak, just waved his hand. "Come here, the prince said, if the prince doesn't cooperate, then he will be pushed up."

Gu Qing looked angry and his eyes widened.

"How dare you..."

"Boss, you can rest while we do this. Let's do this." The two guards standing on one side stepped forward and kicked him in the crook of his leg. Gu Qing bent his knees and knelt down heavily. on the steps.

"Ah`..."

Suddenly there was a sound like a pig being pinched by its neck.

"Look, don't you just kneel down now? The prince has been offended, and we are also following orders."

"You lackeys around King Yan..."

"I will not let you go."

Chen Er walked up the steps and spoke as a reminder. "I forgot to mention that you are no longer the eldest son of our Prince Yan Mansion. You have evil intentions and plotted to kill the prince's heirs. Last night, the prince wrote to the emperor to deprive you of your position as eldest son."

"Mr. Gu, please..."

"let me go."

"I want to see my mother..."

"My mother is a princess, and my grandfather is an emperor. Which of you dares to touch me."

It turns out that they really dare.

Soon, Gu Qing was pushed on the stone steps and climbed up on his knees. At first, he thought that these people did not have the courage to touch him, but later they began to beg for mercy. Unfortunately, the guards around King Yan did not say a word, as if they did not hear them.

"Ah...I won't let you go..."

"My legs...ah..."

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to kill you."

Why, why should he be reborn? Since he was reborn, why should Jiang Xianyun, that bitch, come back before him?

The weather now is so cold and freezing that there is not only snow but also ice on the stone steps. But after a while, he was speechless and unable to curse.

Just like that, Gu Qing was pushed by the guards of Prince Yan's Mansion to climb up on his knees on the steps covered with broken bowls. The snow on the steps where he passed was dragged out of a path of blood...

the other side.

Jiang Xianyun leaned quietly on the bed, eating melon seeds, and occasionally raised her eyes to look at the live broadcast played by the system for her.

[Xiaohua, I didn’t expect you to have this function. I’m so happy to see it. 】

Jiang Xianyun could feel that the remaining resentment of the original owner had almost dissipated.

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