Disgraced Consort

Of course, Xuanlong Cave is the land of dragon veins. How can he be successfully deployed without help?

Only, he never thought that he was too stupid to be used by others.

If so, he was willingly used by others.

As always, willing to be the shadow behind Xuanyuanyu.

Willingly, again and again, to test the toxicity of the mandrill for him without knowing it.

He won't know these things, neither Zhang Zhong will know.

Because the mandrake can suppress thousands of machines longitudinally, and its poison is also a heart attack. Even if there is a master's recipe, he is not at ease. He will try it a little every time before he will give Xuanyuan.

These will only be done against Xuan Yuan.

Do it willingly.

"I do n’t want to doubt you, so I chose to believe in the Xuanlong Cave. After all, you and I are twins, but I am the emperor. You ca n’t even see the light. I have been guilty for you. Or maybe, after holding you to your mother, everything was different. "

"This is destiny. I never blame you. I have to blame. I can only blame. I was born without this life."

"Jiang, I said that if I die of poison, I will definitely give you back your identity. You can take control of this country's rivers and mountains without you becoming a substitute for me."

"I know that since you chose Xian Yan into the palace for the idiom on the Yuan Festival for me, I knew that you wanted to give me this mountain, but I told you today, I do n’t want this mountain, I have never been I do n’t want to go against the sky as an emperor ’s life. I just want to look at you and stabilize this river and the mountains, even to rule the world. "

"But, these are not at the expense of her. If, you still think of me as a brother in arms, I will say it one last time and don't hurt her anymore, any time."

"I have n’t hurt her, and I have n’t been since she was pregnant, because, I know, it ’s your child, even if she ca n’t give birth at all, even if she is alive, it will always be me and you today I never hurt her again. "

"That's enough." Xuanyuan Yu turned back to the stone room.

"Yu, your back hurts, I'll help you with medicine first."

"No need, I will go by myself."

Saying this, his bright yellow robe disappeared on the other side of the bamboo house.

The bamboo house, the quietness restored again.

Here, it has been very quiet.

So quiet that no palace would go to Mushan without permission.

Three years ago, since she accidentally smashed the secret here and accidentally killed the red snake, this place has really become a forbidden place where no one can go up by building a prayer blessing.

Today, the Blessed Terrace is indeed about to be built.

Because, here, it will no longer be a forbidden place that needs to be separated.

With the healing of Xuanyuanyu's cold poison, the red mandrill snake no longer needs to be cultivated. There is no need for this bamboo house to exist.

He should also return to the stone room.

Shishi, a dark place, is also where he has lived the longest.

He and Xuanyuanyu, like light and shadow, overlap lightly and densely.

Even if you don't know each other.

But, after all, one light and one dark, close at hand, lead the way.

When Xi Yan woke up, it was already when she opened her eyes and her eyes were covered with bright yellow clouds.

In this bright yellow, outside the window, Xiao Xue first glanced, the wisps of the morning sun flew into the hall through the newly-changed Bixia color screens, and her whole body seemed to be caged in halo.

In this halo, she saw that the god-like man leaned over in front of the couch and was holding her hand, carefully putting a cool plaster on her burnt palm.

The plaster is very cool.

His hands are warm.

Her hands shrank slightly, his dark eyes condensed towards her, and a faint smile loomed over her lips.

"Woke up?"

A very common sentence, but let her heart missed a beat, the child in the belly, followed him in time, kicked, to prove that he was also awake.

Her eyebrows flicked, and he clasped her hands slightly loose:

"Have you hurt?"

She shook her head and nodded again. Her other hand stroked the raised belly.

The deeper his vortex, the deeper he put her ointmented hands carefully back to her abdomen.

His hand, along with the other hand covering her abdomen, clearly, felt, came from the little life in her belly kicked again.

"He kicked me." He said this in surprise, like a big boy.

Yes, he is just the father and emperor of a princess, and his heirs are thin.

Now, his surprise made her suddenly have a trance, as if the child in his belly was his.

Only, this is just a trance.

How could the child be his.

She subconsciously held her hand against him, and separated his hand from her belly.

No, she didn't want him to touch the child, but she didn't want to, he deliberately made her feel at ease.

What he did to her was more than a man can give.

And she is really unworthy.

"Emperor, you will soon have your own child."

She uttered this sentence softly, her voice was dull, but she was sour in her heart.

But why is she sour?

Those six concubines are pregnant with his blood, isn't he?

"Has breakfast been used?" He asked her suddenly.

She shook her face, and in that shake, those sour tastes were absorbed a lot.

"Oh, I thought you used dumplings."

"Dumplings?"

She subconsciously touched her cheek with the other hand, and looked at his expression, it was definitely a ridiculous word.

Does he mean that her face is round like dumplings?

This stroke only drew his smile.

"Dumplings are accompanied by vinegar, better."

He pointed out this sentence leisurely, and saw her hand touching his face suddenly became stiff.

After all, her face couldn't calm down, and she felt a little blush in embarrassment.

"Nowhere."

She mumbled this sentence. Fortunately, he did not mean that she was plump again.

His hand removed her hand from touching her cheek and sighed:

"Alas, although this medicine is a good medicine for burns, it rests on the face, and soon it will make the face swell."

"Ah?" She completely forgot her indifference, and looked at her hand. It was true that the applied medicine was rubbed away by her a lot, thinking it was all on her cheeks.

She anxiously went to seek Sipa, this anxious turn around, suddenly saw that he even smiled.

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She stopped her hand, reached out, and handed him:

"The embarrassed emperor will then apply medicine to his concubine. If his face is swollen, it will be swollen, as long as this hand is still a slender hand."

This word, she discarded the previous roundabouts, so that her slightly rounded face at this time, she is pretty cute.

He just went down, but he was thinking about her injury, what about his?

His injury should be much heavier than hers.

Judging from the weight of the transparent glass medicine bottle, he hadn't used the medicine at all.

He put her too heavy, too heavy.

It was so heavy that she should have a sweet bitterness in her heart.

It's really unsatisfactory.

There is a man who treats him as well as he is, but still prefers a bitter taste.

She concentrated her mind and did not let the slightest emotion appear on her face.

And he was stunned because of her delicacy. When he felt sick, he took out the medicine bottle in disguise, and wanted to wipe the wounds on her hand again. Her delicate hand was light. As soon as the ground went around, he took the medicine bottle from his hand without any effort.

Palm, empty.

The bottom of my heart is full.

Because she put the medicine bottle on the skirt pocket and gently untied the dragon belt for him. Then, it was his Panlong buckle. He knew what she was going to do, hands, and wanted to stop her. The soft words stop all movements:

"Please ask the emperor to turn his back to his concubine."

She not only noticed his injury.

Remember his injury.

He failed to do what she said immediately. After all, he knew how serious the burn was on his back.

"Emperor ..." she called softly.

Such a gentle voice is enough to make Jian Bing melt, enough to make the cold feeling warm.

Not to mention him?

His heart was soft before her.

His affection was intense in front of her.

Turning slightly, she took off all his robe:

"Cold?"

Because she slept in the hall, a few more pots of charcoal were gathered in the hall. At this time, except that the air was a little dry, it was warm as if it were warm.

He shook his face, but did not speak.

Silence, silence at this time, is just silent.

Her hand supported his arm with a little force, his body, and turned again, she was enough to hold her hand, and he was about to sit on his shoulder and let him sit on the side, he turned already obediently Body, back to back, sitting in front of her.

His dragon robe had already been untied from the front, just need to fall off from the back.

Bare, but his vigorous back, but this is so, she still hesitated.

Fingertips slipped gently over the lapel of the gold thread, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickly dropped his robe.

Her hesitation was not the naked shyness she had always been, but she was afraid of seeing those scars.

Those are the scars she suffered.

In fact, he suffered more for her than that?

When she took a deep breath, she opened her eyes. His wide back, the burned wrong cloth on it, and his skin were so hot that they lost their original color. At this time, the wounded epidermis gradually faded and he saw Frightened.

Her hand trembling opened the medicine bottle, and according to the way he just gave her the medicine, she poured it slowly onto the wound all the way to the mouth of the bottle.

When the cool and transparent liquid applied evenly to the wound on his back, he didn't feel the slightest thrill.

She knew that these ointments would still hurt even if they touched the wound.

However, he didn't have any tremor, only that he didn't want her to worry.

But can she not worry?

Such a scar, once suffered, was already worrying, and if she suffered one more time, she dared not continue to think about it and tried to keep the voice witty, saying:

"Yeah, the emperor's back is really swollen."

This sentence sounded like it was back to ridicule her before him, but it meant something different.

She capped the medicine bottle and put it to the side of several cases. He turned to his side and saw through her thoughts:

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