The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 227
The pouring rain poured down from the sky like a nine-day Milky Way, and the crystal raindrops as big as Sai Dou fell on the eaves and the ground, splashing water, and the whole world seemed to be integrated into one, shrouded in mist.

Xuanyuan Mochen, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the rain, was completely soaked in his robes, and his face was still full of rain with a deep smile on his face. At this time, he was in the heavy rain, but he seemed to be in a white mist The curling fairy world added a bit of beauty to him.

At this moment, he seems to have melted into the rain and mist, not like a real person, but like a fairy in the rain and mist.

His light brown eyes, which were blurred by the rain, stared at Feng Qianya tightly, his crimson lips raised slightly, and he asked in a low and gentle voice: "Ya'er, can I go back to my room?"

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and glanced at the sky, with a pretty arc on her lips, and said in a crisp voice: "Don't ask me, ask the sky."

After saying that, she turned around, and when she walked to Tong'er, she raised her lips and said, "Get ready to take a bath."

"Yes!" Tong'er responded, with a smile on her little face, even she could tell that her young lady meant to let the prince go back to his room, and she thought the prince should be able to hear it.

She immediately ordered someone to prepare water for bathing, Xuanyuan Mochen naturally heard Feng Qianya's meaning, and a deeper and deeper smile appeared on his handsome face covered with rain, this rain is the only event he likes in this life rain.

Then he turned the armrest of the wheelchair and entered the room.

Feng Qianya was reclining on the bed, and seeing him coming in dripping wet, she raised her crescent eyebrows slightly, and raised her lips and said, "Stop, don't come here, come after you clean up."

Xuanyuan Mochen stopped where he was when he heard the words, his brows and eyes were stained with a deep smile, his coquettish phoenix eyes locked on her beautiful face, and he said in an ambiguous tone: "Okay, Ya'er is waiting for me on the bed, I will wash you After bathing, come and "serve" on Ya'er, to thank Ya'er for letting me go back to the room."

Hearing the word "serve" in his mouth, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line, and her beautiful face was stained with a bright red, which gradually faded away.

For the first time at this moment, she had the desire to rush out the door, but she got off the bed calmly, and was about to leave the room with graceful steps.

Xuanyuan Mochen saw her intention, and with a wave of his sleeve, a burst of purple air hit her, hitting her acupuncture points.

She squinted her almond eyes tightly, a cluster of flames burning fiercely at the bottom of her eyes, she stared sharply at Xuanyuan Mochen, the corners of her lips curled up in a bewitching curve, her tone raised a decibel, "Baby, do you want to be strong?"

Xuanyuan Mochen was sitting in a wheelchair, imitating Feng Qianya's usual appearance, raised his legs, and glanced at her ambiguously at a 45-degree angle, "Ya'er, since I'm back in the room, don't try to escape again, From today onwards, the most important task for Ya'er and me is to carry on the family line, from now on, Ya'er is not allowed to get out of bed if she is not pregnant."

Feng Qianya, who was unable to move after being hit by acupuncture points, stared at him with almost burning eyes, raised her lips and said, "Baby, do you want to die on the bed?"

Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, staring at her with fiery eyes, a charming smile appeared on his handsome face, his crimson lips raised evilly, his voice was low and full of magnetism, "Don't worry, Ya'er, I will be restrained, Twice in the morning, twice after breakfast, twice after lunch, twice after dinner, twice in the evening, ten times a day is not much, Ya'er can afford it."

"Ten times a day", the corners of Feng Qianya's lips twitched, her apricot eyes were still narrowed tightly, and she stared at him sharply, her tone raised two decibels again, "Baby, what a fierce plan to create a man, I'm afraid you won't survive next month."

Now she finds that Xuanyuan Mochen is an out-and-out wolf, and God even specially made it rain to fulfill him. Did she, Feng Qianya, offend God?

At this time, Tong'er walked in, bowed her head and said, "Miss, the bath water is ready."

"Don't worry, Ya'er, I'm full of energy for my husband, and I won't die." Xuanyuan Mochen looked at Feng Qianya with ambiguous eyes and finished speaking, then turned the armrest of the wheelchair and turned around to prepare to take a bath.

Feng Qianya stood where she was because her acupuncture point was tapped, while Xuanyuan Mochen waited to bring in the bathing water, and unexpectedly cut off Feng Qianya's back, not only removing the clothes on Feng Qianya's body, She took off the skirt, and asked Tong'er to take away all Feng Qianya's clothes in the room.

Even his own clothes, only the ones on his body remained, and ordered people to take away all the rest, and ordered that no one should be allowed to enter Yihanxuan except for the three meals, otherwise, they would be killed without mercy.

After ordering everything, Xuanyuan Mochen climbed onto the bed naked after taking a bath.

At this time, Feng Qianya was still lying naked on the bed because of being acupunctured by him.

A raging fire was burning in her pair of water-cut apricot eyes, her gaze was as sharp as a sword, and a bewitching smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

"Ya'er..." Xuanyuan Mochen looked down at her who was about to spit fire, and with a low cry, he stretched out his hand to untie her acupuncture point.

Seeing that her acupuncture point was unlocked, Feng Qianya squinted her almond eyes slightly, grabbed Xuanyuan Mochen's throat with her jade hand, approached him, and asked sharply, "Baby, do you want to die?"

Xuanyuan Mochen ignored his own throat being held, wrapped his slender arms around Feng Qianya's slender waist, and stared at her with burning eyes, "Ya'er, you said that if it rains today, Then accept me, Ya'er promises everything she says, and she must not break her promise, otherwise, she will be punished if she goes against the will of God, Ya'er will obediently obey me from today on."

When the words fell, he ignored Feng Qianya's grip on his throat, lowered his head, and attached her lips, imprinting the most gentle and lingering kiss.

Feng Qianya raised her eyes and stared at the handsome man who was gently kissing her. Thinking of the downpour just now, she frowned slightly. Could it be God's will?

Gradually, she loosened her grip on his throat.

Seeing her let go, Xuanyuan Mochen's affectionate phoenix eyes were stained with a smile, and the gentle kiss just now turned into a passionate kiss, fanatical and violent.

The gold tents are scattered, and the war is about to break out.

The strong ambiguous atmosphere is like a strong medicine that cannot be dissolved, spreading in every corner of the room, and the ambiguous atmosphere seems to have settled in the air, and the melody that makes people blush and heartbeat makes the temperature in the room soar stand up.

Since today, for a whole month, 24 hours a day, she was trapped in bed by Xuanyuan Mochen for almost [-] hours. Although it was not ten times a day as he said, she was tired this month. Lie on the bed and can't get up.

Especially in the past few days, she didn't even have the appetite to eat, and even her affectionate and favorite chicken, three treasures, she also lost interest, and she actually felt sick to her stomach when she smelled chicken.

At this time, she was lying on the bed, and Xuanyuan Mochen went out because someone came to announce the decree just now.

Tong'er got up with the porridge prepared for her, and saw that she seemed to be lying on the bed very tired, she stepped forward in confusion, put the porridge down, and asked suspiciously: "Miss, don't you always like to eat it?" Is it from Jixiang Sanbao? Why do you like to drink clear porridge these days?"

Feng Qianya turned sideways, covered her mouth with jade hands and yawned, staring at Tong'er with sleepy eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

Tong'er suppressed a smile and said: "Miss, it's still early today, and it's not even Shen Shi."

Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, and it was almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Give me the clear porridge." She said while looking at Tong'er, then sat up, and took the clear porridge that Tong'er handed her. Just after finishing drinking, Xuanyuan Mochen came in with his wheelchair, his face a little dignified.

Seeing his rare dignified expression, she raised her eyebrows, handed the porridge bowl to Tong'er, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xuanyuan Mochen narrowed his phoenix pupils slightly, with complex emotions in his light brown pupils, he looked deeply at Feng Qianya and said, "Ya'er, the royal father suddenly became seriously ill, and he announced us to enter the palace."

"Suddenly seriously ill?" Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line, her crescent eyebrows frowned slightly, she looked at Tong'er and said, "Tong'er, change clothes."

……

an hour later
Feng Qianya and Xuanyuan Mochen drove into the palace in a carriage, and went straight to Xuanyuan Yihe's bedroom - Chaohua Palace.

After the two entered Chaohua Palace, they saw a lot of ministers gathered in the palace, and all of them had serious expressions on their faces.

When the ministers in the hall saw Xuanyuan Mochen and Feng Qianya, they just nodded slightly and saluted, "See King Shengqing, Princess Shengqing."

Feng Qianya glanced at those ministers, then pushed Xuanyuan Mochen into the inner hall.

However, there was still a group of people gathered in the bedroom, besides Xuanyuan Liluo, Xuanyuan Yihong, Xuanyuan Yufeng, Yang Guifei, and several imperial physicians with excellent skills in the palace.

At this time Xuanyuan Yihe was lying on the eight-foot-wide dragon couch, his eyes were closed, a look of sickness gathered between his brows, his face was much paler than a month ago, and his lips were even stained with frost and snow Pale, breathless, weak breathing.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line. It's only been a month since she saw him, but he is so seriously ill. Is he really so sick or is there something wrong?

Xuanyuan Mochen stared at the dying Xuanyuan Yihe on the dragon couch, his handsome brows furrowed deeply, although he resented him, but he was his father after all, now that he is so seriously ill and dying, his heart aches just the same .

"Father... the sons see the father." He spoke with some difficulty, with a hint of worry for his father in his tone.

"It's...Chen...Chen'er...here..." Xuanyuan Yihe on the dragon bed heard the voice, spoke in a weak voice, and tried hard to open his eyes, but the sharp eyes were dim at the moment No light, weak and distressing.

Xuanyuan Yufeng stepped forward, looked down at Xuanyuan Yihe who was on the dragon couch, and said in a low voice: "Father, it is the sixth younger brother who has come, what does Father have to say to him?"

"Help... help me...get up..." Xuanyuan Yihe said weakly, trying to get up with his hands, but he couldn't use his strength at all.

(End of this chapter)