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Chapter 17 Giving birth to a young prince

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

She really wanted to give him a slap in the face and then curse, "Fuck you, you stinking scoundrel!"

She couldn't help turning her head and glanced at him. Under the moonlight, he stood there lazily, as gentle as an immortal, unparalleled.

She really couldn't believe that words that were almost hooligan came out of his mouth.

She took a deep breath and asked, "Is the word "sleep" in Wangye a noun or a verb?"

Jing Moye was puzzled: "What is a noun? What is a verb?"

Feng Shuying: "..."

She suddenly remembered that this era did not seem to be very segmented.

She coughed lightly and said, "Sleeping quietly is a noun, and doing something before going to bed is a verb."

Jing Moye glanced at her with a pair of dark peach blossom eyes. It was obviously just a very ordinary look, but it made her heartbeat.

Jing Moye made his hand look like a knife. He glanced at her sideways and said, "It's originally a noun. If you keep talking about it, it should become a verb."

Feng Shuying: "..."

That's okay, at least it's not the verb she was thinking of.

She hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please!"

Jing Moye didn't say anything, he just walked slowly to her side and put his arms around her waist.

Feng Shuying: "...What are you going to do?"

Jing Moye's eyes turned cold, he retracted his hand, raised his leg and kicked her off the rockery.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

What's wrong with him!

Just when she thought she might have to throw her into the ground this time, he reached out and grabbed her ankles, dragging her towards her room.

Feng Shuying: "..."

Everything around him was upside down, and this feeling was really sour.

So he originally wanted to fly forward with his arms around her, but because of her words, he changed to holding her ankles and flying forward?

This dog man’s temper is too big!

She also regretted that she would not have asked if she had known it earlier!

When he reached the door of her room, he threw her down: "Open the door."

Feng Shuying dared not speak out in anger, because she had discovered that there was no reason to speak out in front of him, and he only acted based on his own likes and dislikes.

She got up in disgrace, took out the key, opened the door, and lit the lamp after entering the room.

Jing Moye took the oil lamp from her hand and looked around. It was an extremely empty room with few decent things in it.

The mattress and quilt cover were also made of low-quality materials, and everything highlighted her poverty and difficult situation.

Feng Shuying let him look at her. If he could see the flowers in her shabby house, she would consider him awesome!
She stretched out her hands to rub her swollen buttocks and swollen ankles, and then soothed her stomach, which was uncomfortable due to flying upside down.

Jing Moye asked abruptly: "Who did you learn your Xuanmen magic from?"

Feng Shuying pretended to be stupid: "Xuanmen magic? What Xuanmen magic?"

Jing Moye turned to look at her, and she looked back at him innocently.

He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it now. I have many ways to make you tell the truth, my beloved fiancée."

Feng Shuying felt a little frightened when she heard him emphasize the word "beloved" when he spoke.

He didn't ask any more questions and just said: "Go to sleep."

Feng Shuying responded and turned to make the bed. He said quietly: "You should know that the king has died seven fiancées, right?" Feng Shuying nodded, and Jing Moye looked at her: "Guess what? , can you live to marry me?"

Feng Shuying said doggedly: "If the prince lets me live until that time, I will definitely survive."

Jing Moye sneered: "My previous seven fiancées, I actually hope that they can survive. As for you..."

He tilted his head slightly and added a bit of sarcasm in his peach blossom eyes: "For a person like you who is full of lies, it would be better to die as soon as possible."

Feng Shuying: "..."

She was cursing in her heart, but her face was filled with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty is really good at joking. I also want to give you a little prince. How can I die early?"

Jing Moye glanced at her sideways and raised his fingers at her.

She looked at him warily: "What's the matter?"

Jing Moye hadn't slept a wink for several days and was very impatient. When she didn't come over, he pulled her over with a stretch of his arms and pressed her hard on the bed.

Feng Shuying's eyes widened and she wanted to struggle. His eyes were half-opened and he glanced at her sadly.

His eyes were full of warning, and she immediately lay down.

She didn't feel the changes in Jing Moye's body and knew that he was not interested in her body.

She was a little curious. Since he was not interested in her body, why was he pressing her down like this?
After half a cup of tea, Jing Moye opened his eyes and looked at her. She was not asleep yet and her eyes were also open.

Their eyes met, and both of them saw doubts in each other's eyes.

What Jing Moye is confused about is that the last time he came to her, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Why can't he fall asleep today?

What Feng Shuying was confused about was that he was pressing her like this, doing nothing but not letting her go. What on earth did he want to do?

The atmosphere in the room was a little weird for a while.

Feng Shuying asked: "My lord, if you can't sleep, can I sing you a song?"

Jing Moye didn't want to hear her singing at all, so he asked, "What did you do to me when I came to see you last time?"

Feng Shuying thought about it for a moment and asked tentatively: "It seemed like I was the one who suppressed the prince last time?"

Jing Moye got up from her body and lay down next to her: "You come and suppress me."

Feng Shuying already felt something was wrong by this time. He said he came to sleep with her. Could it be that he really came to sleep with her?

She looked at him, the two of them were getting closer, and she saw the dark blue under his eyes through the weak light.

Doesn't she have insomnia?

She asked cautiously: "Would I be too presumptuous?"

Jing Moye closed his eyes and said, "Why didn't you feel that you were being presumptuous when I pressed you last time? I don't want to say the same thing a second time."

Feng Shuying said "Oh", pulled the quilt and pressed it on him.

Jing Moye was still not sleepy at all. He recalled what happened last time and reached out to strangle her neck.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

Just tell her, he is a pervert who doesn't keep his word!
It was he who asked her to press on him, and when she did, he choked her again!

She knew that there was a huge difference in strength between the two of them, and she couldn't hold his hand away.

She hurriedly hit him with a Jingxin Jue: "My lord, you said you would let me give you a son! If you kill me now, your son will be gone!"

Jing Moye finally felt the long-lost sleepiness, and he asked her, "What trick did you just perform?"

Feng Shuying felt his hand loosen a little, breathed out softly, opened her eyes and said nonsense: "Jue? What Jue?"

Jing Moye raised his hand. Feng Shuying didn't want to be hit by his knife again, and there was no place to hide at this time, so she decisively kissed him on the face.

(End of this chapter)