Cross the prayer space

Chapter 773

It was as if a wild beast had been imprisoned in his heart. If An Ran abandoned him one day, he would definitely go crazy.

An Ran held him by the hand, and a gentle and pampering voice sounded in her ears, "How about it, do you think there are some more flowers to add."

Liang Qingyu looked at it, "That's fine."

An Ran stroked his long hair, and led him to the study, "Come on, I'll add color to the painting."

He looked up, and saw the painting on the desk at first glance. Compared with the hazy yesterday, today there are many colors, and his eyes are slightly red for a moment.

"My lord, you are so kind to me, if one day," he murmured in a low voice.

An Ran turned his head, "What happened one day?"

Liang Qingyu shook her head, "It's nothing."

An Ran laughed, and looked at him tenderly, "Yulang, I like you, so I hope you can trust me without reservation, but."

She pulled him into her arms and sat down, "I understand the fear in your heart, so I will love you with all my strength, even if it is a lifetime."

She seemed to know what Liang Qingyu needed by nature, and she also seemed to understand everything in his heart that could not be said from the very beginning.

Just like the heartbeat when we first met, as if she had waited for so long, this person finally arrived, just like when she was young, she thought that the husband she married must be the most beautiful man in Fengdu.

Because of her heart, she was willing to do everything, coaxing him and pampering him, as if making him happy all his life was what she had to do.

With her chin resting on the top of his head, she took out her poems and books, and explored the beauty of these words together with him.

It was not until the afternoon that Liang Qingyu returned to her room, and Tingyu went to see An Ran, and told what King Jing and Serious had done today.

An Ran smiled coldly, and put down the scroll in her hand, "These two people really treat me as dead."

With heavy eyes, she was thinking about something, "29."

A gray-robed man appeared and knelt on the ground, "Master."

A bloodthirsty smile rose from the corner of An Ran's mouth, "Prince Jing, I want him to have no intention of anything else, and seriousness."

"Yes," 29 left quietly.

It was night, and there was a man's crooning and a woman's comforting voice coming from the room.

And far away in the other courtyard of King Jing's Mansion, King Jing had just finished making love with a handsome young man, and just walked out of the room, only to feel a little dark in front of his eyes.

The servant beside her quickly supported her, "My lord."

King Jing lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, the servants beside him hesitated to speak.

King Jing looked at him coldly, "Speak up if you have something to say."

The servant trembled, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, "My lord, just now, the medical officer came and diagnosed you, you have a willow."

King Jing's eyes suddenly widened, "What did you say!" She spoke as calmly as possible.

The servant was trembling all over, kneeling on the ground, not even daring to lift his head.

King Jing was suddenly furious, and kicked the servant over, "Damn it! Who hurt me!" Her eyes were red, like a beast that would choose someone to eat.

There was blood on the corner of the servant's mouth, and he fell limply on the ground. King Jing raised his head, "Where's that boy?"

"It's been dealt with," the servant replied forcefully.

King Jing looked horrified, "It's her! King Fengyang must be her!"

But before she could do something, the next day, the news of her illness spread all over the city. Since then, King Jing was completely under house arrest.

Spring went to autumn, and it was another year. On this day, Fengyang Palace couldn't hide its happiness, and An Ran's expression was even more joyful and worried.

Seeing this, Liang Qingyu couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, "The wife master is not happy."

An Ran heard the words and patted his head, "Why, I'm just worried, after all, it's too dangerous for a man to get pregnant."

The corner of Liang Qingyu's mouth raised a sweet smile, "It's nothing, my wife, you have to trust the medical officer."

An Ran held his cheeks, "I just want you to be safe."

Liang Qingyu pulled her sleeves, and said a little coquettishly, "But, Lang wants to give birth to a child for you, a child that belongs to us."

Seeing his starry eyes, An Ran unconsciously softened her expression, and put her arms around him, "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you have trouble."

The corners of Liang Qingyu's mouth turned up, "Lang believes in his wife."

"My wife, I want something sour!" Liang Qingyu looked at him pitifully.

After she became pregnant, Liang Qingyu seemed to have lost all anxiety, and became more and more obsessive, and more and more fond of acting like a baby.

Sometimes I still pester my mother-in-law to read to her, so An Ran will do it one by one, relying on him and pampering him.

This day, Liang Qingyu suddenly wanted to eat sour plums, she insisted on instructing An Ran to buy them, and An Ran went out without saying a word and bought his favorite sour plums.

But when she came back, she saw Liang Qingyu sobbing, and An Ran panicked, "What's wrong with Yulang!"

Liang Qingyu's eyes were red, "My wife, do you dislike me?"

An Ran hurriedly hugged him to comfort him, "Why, you are my favorite, look at the sour plum."

Liang Qingyu laughed through tears, "My wife, did I trouble you?"

An Ran stroked his hair, "I like to trouble you."

On the day Liang Qingyu gave birth, she stayed outside the delivery room safely, and she was so worried that she wished she could replace her with her own body.

Finally, Liang Qingyu gave birth to a pair of twin daughters. An Ran didn't care to look at her daughters first. The first thing she did was to rush to the bedside and hold Liang Qingyu's hand, "It's okay, it's okay, I won't have any more babies in the future."

Seeing Liang Qingyu's pale face, her heart clenched into a ball.

Liang Qingyu smiled satisfied, "My wife, I am very happy."

An Ran didn't hold back at all, and kissed his lips. "I am also very happy."

Later, Liang Qingyu got old, and An Ran also got old, but he still liked to pester An Ran, act like a baby, tugged on her sleeve from time to time, and asked her like a child if she liked him.

All his good things bloomed when he met An Ran again. This person pampered him so much that he was even willing to indulge his petty temper.

Let him face her without any scruples and do whatever he wants. The first half of his life was gloomy. Only when he met her, he finally saw the light. Later, this light willingly guarded him alone.

In the previous life, King Fengyang loved Feiyu but didn't know it, the two were entangled, she missed him, and when he knew, he had already died in the lake.

Later, she avenged him, and finally committed suicide in the palace.

But it also hurt the mother emperor and father, as well as the emperor sister who had come back.

She prayed like a space, knowing that she had sinned deeply and could not turn back, so she hoped that An Ran would replace her.

In the system space, An Ran lay on the bed, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.

Xiao Qizhong jumped into An Ran's embrace with a heavy cat, "Host, you are back!"

An Ran caught her, turned over, "I haven't seen you for a long time, where did you go to play?"

Xiaoqi licked his claws, "Xiaobai and I went to play, Xiaobai knows a lot, host, I have learned to control power, the next world can help you."

(End of this chapter)