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Chapter 61 Is she pregnant?

Chu Yan's words fell in Cui Ying's ears like lingering whispers and lingered for a long time. The previously suppressed nausea could no longer be controlled. Cui Ying let go of Xie Weixing's hand and held her hand on the wall to retching.

Everyone has said that Chu Yan is the most difficult person in the world to get along with, with a violent and unruly personality, but she was so bold that she wanted to take advantage of him.

She was trapped beside him, unable to break away no matter what.

Seeing Cui Ying's uncomfortable look, Xie Weixing stepped forward and patted her back, and said worriedly: "Sister, are you okay? Do you want a doctor to take a look?"

"No, I must have eaten too much due to gluttony at noon. I'm fine. Let's go."

Cui Ying didn't spit out anything. She felt sick just thinking about the scene described by Chu Yan, but his words were always calm, as if he didn't do it, had nothing to do with him, and he had never intervened.

Only now did Cui Ying realize what he had provoked. Rather than saying that he was a madman, it was better to say that he was an evil ghost who didn't care about anything in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that Dashuo also had the hard work of Queen Zhuang Hui, I'm afraid he would be even more careless in doing things.

She couldn't, absolutely couldn't stay by his side, seeking skin from a tiger was tantamount to seeking death.

Xie Weixing stayed with Cui Ying in the yard for a while. Finally, Cui Ying said she wanted to rest, so she left. She always felt that something was wrong with Sister Yingying, but she couldn't explain it.

At night, when Chu Yan returned to the yard, Cui Ying had already rested. She was lying on the bed, sleeping extremely uneasily. Cui Ying woke up when she heard the sound of the door opening.

"Who?"

The visitor did not speak, but walked slowly towards the bed. The hanging gauze obscured her sight. Cui Ying sat up and reached under the pillow, where a dagger was hidden.

The footsteps stopped in front of her, and she saw him reaching out to lift the gauze curtain. His movement to clamp her hand was faster than her knife movement.

The dagger fell on the brocade quilt. Chu Yan knelt on the bed and clasped it with one hand, locking her hands above her head. He reached out and picked up the dagger, and pressed the blade with a bit of coolness against hers. cheek.

"Is this knife for guarding against loneliness?"

Chu Yan's voice was filled with a hint of laughter, and Cui Ying suddenly thought of how he had also smiled the same way during the day as he pierced the spike into the Dongyi man's head, using the same weapon that was restraining him at this time. this hand.

"Your Highness."

"Scared?"

The direction of the dagger changed, and the back of the knife scratched her collarbone, collar, and undulating ravines. He let go of her hand and taught her how to hold the knife: "How can you kill someone if you can't even hold the knife firmly?"

In the darkness, Cui Ying couldn't see his expression clearly. She could only feel his cold fingertips, like poisonous snakes, climbing up her arm inch by inch.

"I don't want to kill anyone."

"Be more ruthless and you can run farther. Otherwise, be prepared that you won't be able to escape."

He finally put the dagger under her pillow again, and his fingertips fell on every inch of her body, measuring the thin red skin that rose and fell with her breathing.

He listened to her begging for mercy and saying no, Chu Yan leaned over, nibbled her ear and asked again: "Yingying, do you not want me anymore?"

He still didn't wait for the answer to that question. He thought that maybe at this time, facing this sentence, she was not even willing to lie.

At this time, Cui Ying could only think of him killing people, a bit of pain mixed with a moment of joy, just like being roasted on the fire or drowning in the water.

The next day, Chu Yan said that he was going back to Beijing. She didn't ask him whether he wanted to take a concubine. Yesterday, she was dragged by Xie Weixing to find Chu Yan.

Otherwise she wouldn't even go.

Whether he wants to have a concubine or not, or whether there is a mistress in the East Palace, has nothing to do with her.

She wanted to run, run far away.

Chu Yan, on the other hand, did not go to the government office that day. He took her to look at the drawings with great interest. There were some drawings spread out on the table in front of them, which were the layout of the courtyard he was looking for.

"Which one do you like?"

Chu Yan held Cui Ying in his arms and looked at her with his head on his hands. The warmth in his eyes was completely gone from the crazy look of the past few days.

He was always like this. Sometimes he was crazy and completely unconscious, and sometimes he was so gentle that it didn't look like him, just like two different people. "Don't say anything that Ling Gu doesn't like, Yingying, you know what Ling Gu likes to hear."

When Cui Ying opened her mouth to answer, Chu Yan had already said this with a smile.

It doesn't matter, just lie. She will lie to him, and he will lie to himself. Just listen to the words that satisfy you.

Hearing these words, Cui Ying pursed her lips, turned her eyes to the drawings, and finally picked one at random: "This one."

Of course Chu Yan could see how perfunctory she was, but he didn't care.

The man sat up straight and looked at the drawing she chose. He reached out and held her finger, took the drawing and put it in front of him.

This is a typical Jiangnan garden with well-proportioned pavilions and pavilions, and the mountains and rivers echo each other. It looks very elegant. Chu Yan smiled, put his finger on one spot and said, "How about I build a swing for you here?"

"We won't put it in the East Palace. We only have a courtyard. Let's make it according to your preference. It looks like it would be a suitable place to build an embroidery workshop and teahouse for you."

He smiled and spoke to Yan Yan, looking down at the drawing and talking, as if he was really building the future of the two of them.

"Your Highness."

"My name is Huaiwei."

Chu Yan once again corrected Cui Ying's title. He had always been persistent about her calling him his cousin.

Cui Ying had no choice but to call him Huaiwei.

"Huaiwei, don't I want to live with you in the East Palace? There's no need to worry so much."

She stopped Chu Yan's words and didn't want to listen to him anymore, because every sentence he said was his thoughts about his future life. His tone was so serious that Cui Ying was a little suspicious that he wanted to call this place his home.

Chu Yan glanced at her with a smile, and ran his long fingers through her hair to comb it for her: "The East Palace is the Prince's East Palace, and this is Gu He Yingying's home."

"I have never thought that the words "me and you" sound so pleasant to my ears."

Cui Ying's whole body was held in his arms, and the two were so intimate that no one could separate them.

"I"

"Don't you like it? No, Yingying, you do."

It wasn't until she heard this that Cui Ying realized how different Chu Yan was now from Chu Yan before. He seemed to be more seriously ill.

He didn't care what she said or did. No matter what she said, he would only force her to say what he wanted to hear.

Thinking of this, the nauseating feeling came over again. Cui Ying's vision was a little blurry, and Chu Yan in front of her seemed to have turned into two people.

One was so gentle that she was almost unfamiliar with him, and the other was so crazy that he was different from ordinary people.

"vomit!"

She pushed Chu Yan away, ran outside the door and retched. She had had enough. She had really had enough of such a frightening life every day.

Her stomach was empty and she couldn't spit anything out. She stood up and staggered. She heard Chu Yan get up and walk over. The familiar aroma made her feel dizzy at this moment. She stepped back and fell down in a daze. In his arms.

When she woke up again, there seemed to be a smell of herbs outside, and there was an old hand on her wrist.

"The pulse is fluent, which means it is relatively smooth, like beads rolling on a jade plate. Your Highness, it seems to be a happy pulse."

Along with these words, Cui Ying suddenly opened the gauze curtain. Her eyes widened slightly, her hands tightly grasped the gauze curtain and asked: "You mean, I'm pregnant?"

　I know it's hard to be stuck here, I know, tap woo woo.

　　Also, let me tell you guys, the update on February 2st is not zero, because I am going to the recording studio tomorrow night to record a song. It is my own birthday song, so I guess I won’t be able to write it that night. The update will be postponed to that evening.

　　Tune back in on Saturday! ! If you like to squat, stop squatting~
　　
　
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