Nagato has such a slim waist

Chapter 546: Give Birth to One

At dawn, the news that the emperor's uncle, Prince Zhuangxian, had succeeded to the throne spread throughout Xijing.

Overnight, the Grand Princess became the Grand Princess again, just like when Emperor Xifeng was in power...

Some careful people also noticed that Empress Dowager Li, who had been living in seclusion in the palace, suddenly became embarrassed.

She is the sister-in-law of King Zhuangxian.

Now that King Zhuangxian has become the emperor, is she still the queen mother?

If she stays in the palace for a long time, how should she get along with the new emperor?

"He did it on purpose." Li Sangruo stared quietly at the slender figure in front of the curtain, his eyes seemed to be fixed.

"Emperor Xifeng has few children, but the Yuan clan has no shortage of male heirs. He obviously has so many people to choose from, and there are even more people of the same generation as the previous emperor. At worst, Yuan Yue still has a half-brother, but he doesn't want to use a cane, and he has an uncle who succeeds his nephew, which is a mess of ethics. Tell me, is he sincerely trying to embarrass me?"

The title of Empress Dowager and Empress of Emperor Xifeng is Li Sangruo's most impressive identity, and it is also the second reason why she can still live here after the demise of the Li family.

The other thing is the blood relationship that Pei Jue does not recognize.

Pei Cong never came to see her once.

It was as if he had forgotten who she was.

She was confined to the deep palace, heavily guarded, and had no freedom to enter or leave.

She was not in jail, but it was just like being in jail.

"Tell me, why does he hate me so much? Even if he refuses to acknowledge me as his biological sister... I have never hurt him. Why does he hate me so much?"

Not only have I never hurt anyone, I have also loved them...

Tang Shaogong remained silent for a long time.

Li Sangruo was extremely crazy. He waited for her to finish speaking and vent her anger before he slowly stepped forward, bowed his head, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm just here to inform you. You should know the situation, but you don't have to worry too much. Whoever is the emperor is just a puppet. As long as he doesn't nod, no one in this palace dares to hurt you."

Li Sangruo looked at him, tears falling.

"He's just leaving me alone, it would be better for him to hurt me directly..."

Tang Shaogong did not answer.

Li Sangruo started to laugh while crying, the curve of her lips was particularly strange, "Shao Gongshu, why don't you say he becomes the emperor himself? That way I can also get a princess to be the emperor, right or not?"

Tang Shaogong frowned, but his tone softened a little.

"Your Majesty, be careful with your words."

"I'm not the empress dowager anymore, and I will never be the empress dowager in the future... Have you forgotten?" Li Sangruo stared at him, a smile suddenly rose in her eyes, and she slowly stood up and walked towards him.

"Uncle Shao Gong, I don't want to stay here anymore. I don't want this small palace to trap me for the rest of my life."

"For so long, you are the only one who came to see me. Apart from you, there is no one else, not even one..."

Her gaze slowly moved to the soft couch not far behind Tang Shaogong, and she smiled lightly.

"Uncle Shao Gong, I've had enough... I don't want to wait anymore... Please take me away."

Tang Shaogong took a step back and met her fanatical gaze, his eyes becoming even colder.

"If I were you, I would stay here quietly. Is there any place in the world safer than Jin Palace?"

"Am I not honest? How did Uncle Shao Gong know that I am not honest?"

Li Sangruo smiled extremely wickedly. She looked at the mourning clothes on Tang Shaogong, pulled them, and her fingertips guided his belt.

"Uncle Shao Gong looks really good in this outfit. No wonder some people say that to be pretty, one must wear mourning clothes..."

Tang Shaogong frowned, looked at her, grabbed her hand and shook it off, then turned and left.

Suddenly someone hugged my waist from behind.

A pair of slender white wrists slowly came around, clasped the waist, rubbed it, and went down along the lower abdomen...

Li Sangruo gently pressed her face against his back, wrapping him in her body temperature.

"Uncle Shao Gong, everyone in the world can hate me and dislike me, but you shouldn't... I am in this situation today, but it is all thanks to you..."

She smiled, a hateful smile.

"It's all your fault."

She opened her mouth and bit his back.

Such a thin person, but he has some meat.

Li Sangruo laughed hissingly, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, biting the skin on the back of his neck like crazy...

Tang Shaogong gritted his teeth, "Are you crazy?"

"Shouldn't I be crazy? I have the most right to be crazy..." Li Sangruo held him tightly, laughing wantonly, "You've ruined my life, shouldn't you take care of me?"

Everything is a bit messed up.

The guards at the palace gates were withdrawn, the imperial guards of Prince Zhuangxian's palace disappeared, and the heavy troops in the capital camp that were ready to go also retreated quietly...

It was as if this crisis had never happened.

The white curtains of the Chongzheng Hall hung down to the ground, fluttering slowly in the cold wind, and it was extremely chilly...

Feng Yun personally took charge of the burial of Emperor Tianshou.

The child who played with the wind chimes, looked forward to her and called her "wife" turned into a solemn temple name and was frozen in the imperial mausoleum from then on.

After returning from the Imperial Mausoleum, Feng Yun took a simple bath and his body began to heat up...

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she was sick.

This burning sensation swept over her all the emptiness, helplessness, loss, and regrets from her past and present lives, burning her brain into a daze...

She was tired these days and hadn't had a good rest.

As soon as I lay down, I wanted to sleep soundly and pass out.

"Xiao Man, don't let anyone disturb me."

At this moment Pei Cong went into the palace.

The palace is preparing for the new emperor's coronation ceremony.

Ten days later, Prince Zhuangxian Yuanyin will ascend the throne in Chongzheng Hall.

After the national mourning, a new emperor appeared, and the people of Xijing had more things to talk about. Feng Yun felt weak and could not muster any strength, as if his brain would explode if he thought any longer.

My thoughts were wandering, and what lingered in my mind was that string of wind chimes...

She remembered the banquet ceremony that year when Yuan Shangyi threw himself into her arms with the earnest eyes of a child looking at his mother.

He hugged her tightly and said, "I wish you were my mother. If you were my mother, I could see you every day..."

He also said, "My wife, I want to go back to Huaxi. Can you take me back to Huaxi?"

She also thought of the moment at the gate of Zhaode Palace that year when Qu'er, whom she had hugged tightly, was slowly pulled away from her arms by the eunuchs.

With tears in his eyes, Qu'er said to her, "I will take good care of myself, don't worry, mother."

He also held a string of wind chimes in his hand, and waved them at her again and again, "Take care, mother. I will dream of you every night. In my dreams, we will be together, always together."

Quer...

Quer...

Feng Yun stretched his hand into the void.

She wanted to hold Qu'er tightly and never let go.

I want to wake up Yuan and take him back to Huaxi...

But the void was weak, and the remaining warmth gradually dissipated, and finally only a string of wind chimes remained...

In the wind,
Ding ding.

Ding ding.

Her head was spinning and she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Qu'er..."

There was a faint cry, accompanied by sobbing. Pei Jue frowned slightly.

He wiped the sweat from Feng Yun's forehead and turned back to urge him.

"Where is the imperial physician? Why hasn't the imperial physician come yet?"

"Reporting to the king, Ji You went to pick him up. He should be here soon."

Pei Jue didn't say anything. He leaned over, held Feng Yun in his arms, and gently stroked her to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid. Yunniang... don't be afraid."

"You're here?" Feng Yun half opened her eyes, not knowing what day it was, nor whether it was a dream or an illusion. Everything around her was blurred in her memory, only Pei Jue's face was as real as ever.

"You're finally here..."

She grabbed Pei Jue's sleeve and trembled.

"Save Qu'er..."

"Save Qu'er..."

Pei Jue silently held her hand, tightly clenched it in his palm, watched her tears fall, and sighed silently.

There was no sound in the room.

Others don’t know why the lady became so fragile after falling ill.

Normally, the person who wouldn't shed a tear even if the sky fell, now leaned in the king's arms and cried like a tearful person.

Xiaoman felt distressed and puzzled...

She didn't know who Qu'er was, so she didn't dare to ask, and she didn't have the chance to ask.

The maid hurried in.

"The doctor is here, my lord, the doctor is here."

Puyang Li is here.

The person who helped him carry the medicine box was Puyang Jiu.

Puyang Jiu glanced at Pei Cong, then looked at Feng Yun lying on the couch.

Perhaps she was a little confused because of the fever. Her cheeks were flushed, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she slept very unsteadily. She was mumbling something in a daze...

Puyang Jiu glanced at Pei Cong, sighed, and pulled him aside.

"Didn't I warn you to take it easy? During this period of national mourning, how could you not restrain yourself..."

"Shut up!" Pei Cong's eyes were red. He glared at him and turned away without saying another word.

Puyang Jiu raised his eyebrows and touched his head.

"You have a bad temper."

In the past, even if the whole world was afraid of Pei Cong, Puyang Jiu was not afraid.

Puyang Jiuyi knew exactly what kind of person he was.

But in recent years, in Puyang Jiu's eyes, Pei Jue has become more and more difficult to get along with. He can't figure out what he is thinking at all...

such as……

After getting married, he let Feng Yun live in Andu, and they lived apart from each other from time to time, as if nothing had happened. Although he was suffering from physical pain and lovesickness, he did not take concubines or maids. Apart from being absorbed in court affairs, his life was so rigid that there was almost no fun at all...

Puyang Jiu didn’t understand.

He thought about what would happen if he were like Pei Cong, and he became excited.

Power is the best aphrodisiac.

How can we let this beautiful world down?
Puyang Jiu shuddered and didn't dare to think about it any further.

When he went over again, Puyang Li had already taken his pulse, nodded at him, and went to the outer room to write a prescription.

Puyang Jiu sat beside the couch and reached out to feel Feng Yun's pulse.

"It's been a long time since I saw you so anxious. Wangzhi, your life is really tied to Feng Shierniang..."

Pei He looked at his hand and said, "I asked the imperial physician for help."

Puyang Jiu:......

He is not really an imperial physician, and is not under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

"You have no conscience." Puyang Jiu snorted, "I heard that the mansion had invited a royal physician, and I was so worried that I rushed over here..."

Pei Cong raised his eyes and said, "I don't need you, get out of here."

"Hey, why did I…"

Puyang Jiu was halfway through his words when he looked down at his hand that was holding Feng Yun's pulse and suddenly understood.

"Pei Wangzhi, ah Pei Wangzhi, you don't think I'm coveting your wife, do you?"

Pei Cong glanced at him and said nothing.

Puyang Jiu's cheek twitched, and he withdrew his hand and sneered.

"I'm not that dirty. I'm leaving now. I don't want to bother with you anymore."

He turned around angrily, carrying the medicine box.

Pei Cong ignored him.

Puyang Jiu walked to the door and looked back. He saw that the man had already turned around and was staring at his wife, not caring whether he lived or died...

He was so angry.

"Pei Wangzhi, you have guts! You'd better not look for me in the future. Even if you have used up all the Pearl Charm Jade House, don't look for me... Humph!"

Pei Jue listened to the footsteps fading away and held Feng Yun's hand.

"It's quiet now. Go to sleep."
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After Feng Yun took Puyang Li's medicine, she slept quietly for a while. In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned with fever again. Her forehead was sweaty and her eyes were half-closed. She took Pei Cong's hand and pressed it against her body. The scorching look made Pei Cong's heart jump.

"Yunniang..."

He hugged her gently, as if comforting a wounded animal.

But Feng Yun was very unwilling to be at peace. As soon as her hands and feet were tucked back into the quilt, they turned out again and she rubbed against him tremblingly.

Pei Cong touched her forehead with the back of his hand and took the pill left by Puyang Li.

Puyang Li had instructed that if Feng Yun had a fever again in the middle of the night, he should feed him the next pill.

"Don't go... save... my son..." Feng Yun's mind was in a mess. When she realized someone had stuffed something into her mouth, she struggled in fear and tried to spit it out.

Pei Cong had no choice but to hold her down and block her mouth.

"Hmm..." Feng Yun half-closed his eyes, stretched his neck, and swallowed the medicine helplessly.

I don’t know if it was because of the grievance or because I thought of the deceased Qu’er and A Yuan, but my eyes couldn’t help but become moist.

Pei Cong frowned, feeling like there was a fire burning in his heart.

The way she cried was very different from usual.

It’s very soft, so soft that it makes people feel confused.

It's also itchy, so itchy that it feels like warm water is surging in my heart.

He actually liked Feng Yun very much at this time.

She was crying, soft, pink, and fair. I loved her so much that I wanted to bully her severely...

"I know you like kids."

He lowered his head, leaned close to Feng Yun's face, and kissed her several times.

"When you get better, we'll have a baby too."

Feng Yun was originally weak, and she shivered when she was kissed. She had no idea what Pei Cong was thinking. She only felt sweaty and uncomfortable. There was a familiar desire against her skin, which assaulted her sick body. It was fierce, as if it was eagerly demanding that soul-to-soul connection...

Feng Yun: Author??? Mom!!

Pei Jue: ??? It’s late at night, shouldn’t I call my husband?

Feng Yun: Can you cure diseases? My mother can!