My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

The heat of summer is hard to get rid of, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ningzhu’s belly has turned six months old.

The East Palace specially sent someone to deliver the invitation to the Demon Suppression Department. Yan Conling was stunned for a long time, "Is it really for me?"

Logically speaking, she would not be able to qualify for this kind of banquet, and there was only one Chief Li here who could qualify. But now she was not only invited, but also formally invited.

The lady who was cooking next to her was chewing melon seeds and said, "You didn't have a relationship with that princess before, did you?"

Yan Conling almost choked on his own saliva, "What are you always thinking about?"

"Isn't that what those stalls sell?"

Generously grabbing a handful of melon seeds and giving them to her, the aunt curled her lips and said, "If you don't love it, you will hate it because of love. I also picked out several books to read to my son, so that he would not become such a confused person."

After finishing speaking, he spat out the melon seed peel and added, "Just like that husband of yours."

Yan Conling's back stiffened and she said nothing.

Hate?

She didn't see it.

But in the past ten years of my life, I have never encountered someone who wanted to get close to me like this. Enthusiastic and reckless as a moth flying into the flames, with an aura of indifference, it came overwhelming.

At first I couldn't notice anything. But since that day, my fingertips were stained with blood, like a chronic poison that cannot be broken, taking root and spreading in the flesh and blood...

The East Palace specially sent a carriage over, and Yan Conling put away the long sword, turned it into a dagger and hid it in her short boots.

The summer wind is sultry, and the cicadas chirp in the tall green locust trees and willows, shrill and shrill. There were several guards standing around under the tree, holding long poles and trying to make upward gestures.

Zhou Ningzhu is no longer as weak and embarrassed as she was when she knelt down that day. She is dressed in a brocade robe that is trailing to the ground, and her gold hairpin and pearl hairpin are shining with splendor.

When he saw the girl come in, he immediately stepped forward and took her hand affectionately, with a smile on his face.

"Miss Yan is here."

The long armor scratched the back of his hand, which felt cold and uncomfortable. Yan Conling quietly avoided it by saluting, "Crown Princess."

"Why is Miss Yan so polite?"

Seemingly unaware of her alienation and politeness, Zhou Ningzhu personally pulled her to sit down at the banquet, "Girl, you are young and famous, and the queen mother praises you very much."

His eyes froze, and a cup of wine was stuffed into his hand.

The other party still smiled and said, "Not only the Queen Mother, but also His Highness the Crown Prince treats you differently."

Without rejecting the glass of wine, Yan Conling drank it down in one gulp, put the glass back on the table and stood up slowly. The clouds of green clothes flowed over the corner of the table like water.

In the season when catkins are flying, looking back, almost all the guests at the banquet have their wide sleeves flowing. Only she had her wrists tied up, and she looked neat and clean, not like she was here to enjoy the scenery.

"Miss Yan! What are you doing!?"

The personal maid next to Zhou Ningzhu stood in front of her master for the first time, with a cold look on her face, "This is the Crown Princess!"

Looking at her look like a hen protecting her chicks, you can tell that the master and servant regard her as an enemy.

Sighing softly, Yan Conngling turned aside and said, "I fell in love with the Crown Princess as soon as I saw her, and I would like to ask if I can lend you a moment to speak."

The maid said angrily, "Bold, who do you think you are..."

"Step back." Zhou Ningzhu raised her hand and said, "Miss Yan and I will have a few words alone."

"Empress..." The maid looked at her worriedly, then turned to glance at Yan Conngling, which was self-evident.

This posture makes it look like she is some kind of savage beast. Zhou Ningzhu shook her head, "No problem."

There were many visitors today. Unless Yan Conling was a fool, he would attack her in a place like this.

The two of them walked to the shade of a tree, where the June bamboo trees were deep and dense, and the wind carried the fragrance of lotus flowers. Before Zhou Ningzhu could think about what she would say and how he would respond, the girl was already staring at the lotus leaves that were moving like a skirt and spoke directly.

"Your Majesty, I have no interest in petty love."

Her tone was very calm, as calm as a wisp of wind blowing through her hair.

Zhou Ningzhu's mind was delicate and sensitive, and she thought about a lot of things she might say, but she didn't expect it to be like this, and her expression couldn't help but stagnate. Not paying attention to the other party's reaction, Yan Conling kept to himself and said, "Catching demon masters is a job where the tip of a knife licks blood, and your life is precarious."

"So, I don't care about these things." Empress Wu's affairs are quite tied up in her belt, so she doesn't have much to think about.

She was not the same person as them originally.

Holding the fan tightly in her hand, Zhou Ningzhu looked pale.

"Miss."

The girl suddenly stepped closer, and her short boots embroidered with flowers and butterflies made a thin sound on the ground. Zhou Ningzhu was startled and subconsciously wanted to hide back.

Even if it is deliberately restrained, it can't hide the sweet and fishy smell, and a very faint wisp is mixed with the lotus fragrance.

He revealed it coldly and quietly.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she panicked and wanted to call someone, but before she could open her mouth, something fell into her arms.

It's a tool bag.

"The Peace Talisman, my queen, you'd better accept it. Compared to Senior Sister He, mine is more effective." Without the slightest bit of self-effacement, she waved her hand after saying this without saluting, turned around and left.

The clear voice gradually faded away with the back, leaving only the cool breeze filling the pond.

Zhou Ningzhu stood there for a long time, but she still didn't throw away the brocade bag.

The rest is unclear, but at least one thing is certain.

Even if the prince still can't let go of this relationship one day and wants to change to a princess.

Yan Conling will not be disturbed.

Her position remains secure.

...

After running away from the table, Yan Conling did not leave the Prince's Mansion immediately.

Instead, he hid his figure and began to search around the house.

She had been suspicious ever since she looked for that trace of evil spirit in Hongxiu Tower, and now Zhou Ningzhu's pregnancy has confirmed her suspicion.

The evil spirit of the child in her womb was really born from the mother's womb, but Zhou Ningzhu had no problem.

Not the mother.

That is the child's father.

But after going up and down, I didn't find anything wrong. She leaned back and was about to find a place to lean on. When she thought carefully about what the problem was, the rough tree under her palm suddenly changed her expression.

Take out the dagger attached to it and gently draw it upward.

Black air like a curtain of water suddenly surged out, quickly attacking her eyes.

"break."

The dagger turned into a huge beast's mouth and rushed forward, swallowing all the black energy in the blink of an eye. When it returned to Yan Conngling's hand again, the originally cold handle of the knife was faintly hot in the palm of his hand, and it also trembled with excitement.

Biting her fingertips, she drew an obscure word in blood and punched it into the tree.

Using this century-old tree as a medium, all the invisible underground roots are illuminated by golden light.

This is the peace charm she really wants to give.

Putting the dagger away, she turned around and was about to leave, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of an old eunuch striding over not far away with a smile on his face, "Hey Miss Yan, it turns out you are here. We have searched all over the place." No one was seen."

The black gold is sinking and the sunset is like blood. Yan Conngling suddenly felt uneasy, "What's the matter, father-in-law?"

"It's not our family, it's the Holy One's business, the Holy One's big business!"