Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 505 The Queen and Her Expression Pack ([-])
So... this poor knocked toilet was for her?
This is probably a fool!

Also, the hardest part of his body is actually his head?

Qiao Wei subconsciously glanced at a certain part of Murong Zhuo, and suddenly came up with the idea of ​​controlling the field measurement.

No, this is not the way to kindergarten!
Qiao Wei resolutely killed the obscene thoughts in her mind, gathered her clothes, "Well, go back to sleep."

After completing the task that Concubine Wan told her thousands of times, Murong Zhuo's heart fell to the ground, and he climbed back to the bed, and soon fell asleep.

Qiao Wei was uncharacteristically insomnia.

She turned her head sideways, looking at Murong Zhuo through the deep night in a daze, the light and shadow in her eyes intertwined, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Or maybe, she didn't think about anything, just a little sad.

On the side of the couch, sleeping soundly is her enemy.

However, Murong Zhuo didn't have the memory of his son Xuan Yi, except that the core was the same, they looked like two completely different people.

Appearance, bearing, disposition, concept, one goes south and the other goes north.

Even if she wanted to spread her resentment on Murong Burning, there was no reasonable excuse.

Fortunately, if nothing unexpected happens, this is the last plane.

When the plane is over, she will be able to return to Qilu and find the source of her life's tragedy—the son Xuanyi, the real and complete son Xuanyi, and ask him to recover the debt he owed.

At the thought of debt collection, Qiao Wei became so excited that she couldn't sleep even more.

Thoughts of how to kill the young master Xuan Yi and Mrs. Xuan ran through her mind one after another, and she made up bloody and brutal little theaters. .

So, the next morning, as soon as Murong Zhuo opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Wei's eyes shining with a strange red light, who hadn't slept all night, and almost jumped up.

After a while, he realized that he was married, and he would have to give up half of the bed to the prince and concubine in the future.

Murong Zhuo jumped up from the bed, "Lady, why do you look so pale? Is it because you haven't slept all night, ma'am?"

The Ninth Prince was not crowned king, nor was he settled in a mansion, and he is still living in the side hall of the palace of his birth mother Wan.

As a rule, it is not suitable for a prince to stay in the palace when he gets married. He must either move out of the palace and set up a household, or he will be given a piece of land to send him to live in a remote village.

But the old emperor didn't make an order for a long time, and the others didn't dare to say anything, so they had to let Murong Zhuo live in such an unruly way.

Since I live with my mother-in-law, it is inevitable to get up early to greet her.

Qiao Wei tidied herself up a bit.

When she was applying makeup and powder on her face, Murong Zhuo had probably never seen a girl dressing up, and curiously fiddled with her bottles and jars, asking endless questions.

When she started to draw her eyebrows, Murong Zhuo was itching to see her, eager to try beside her, but Qiao Wei just pretended not to see it.

Concubine Wan had a very regular schedule, and when the newlyweds arrived, she was already waiting in the hall, and the porridge and rice on the table were a little cold.

"Mother." Murong Zhuo saluted.

Qiao Wei quickly followed suit, "Mother."

She murmured in her heart: calling "mother" in the palace is such a down-to-earth address, will it really not be reported?She remembered that the other princes all called "Mother Concubine".

Concubine Wan's face was not very good-looking, she tapped her finger on the table, and immediately the smart palace man stepped forward, took the cold porridge back to the stove to heat it up, and calmly tapped the girl who was late for the first day's tea ceremony. Zhou Qiaowei.

Murong Zhuo looked at his words and immediately explained: "My son got up late, I'm sorry you have been waiting for a long time."

Wanpin felt a little uncomfortable.

This son, once he was brought up and married a daughter-in-law, his heart went to the corner, and he knew how to speak for others as soon as he got married!
Qiao Wei originally didn't want to pay attention to this kind of conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but after thinking about it, no, if Wanbi is upset just after passing through the door, and she will make the decision for Murong Zhuo in the future and bring ten or eight concubines back. ?
She also pretended to be polite: "It has nothing to do with His Royal Highness, it is because the daughter-in-law is tired and kept mother waiting for a long time, and the daughter-in-law apologized to mother."

Murong Zhuo had no choice but to follow her words, "Mother, don't blame the lady, she didn't sleep all night, so she must be tired..."

Haven't slept all night? !

Tired? !
The corners of Wanbi's mouth that had been drawn down suddenly rose up.

"Ah Zhuo, come here, Mother wants to ask you something private."

"Ah."

The mother and son walked aside, Concubine Wan lowered her voice and looked a little embarrassed, but the matter was of great importance, so she could only bite the bullet and ask clearly.

"A Zhuo, did your daughter-in-law really stay up all night yesterday?"

Murong Zhuo remembered seeing Qiao Wei's red rabbit eyes this morning, and nodded affirmatively, "Yeah."

He thought to himself, Yue Mo was so happy to marry him that she couldn't fall asleep.

Thinking of this, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Concubine Wan always felt that something was not quite right, and asked again: "Did you follow what mother told you yesterday?"

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Qiao Wei who was sitting in the hall looking this way, and Murong Zhuo's cheeks were slightly red.

"...I did it."

When Concubine Wan heard this, her son's tone was coy, thinking it should be a success.

But why does she have an indescribable sense of unreliability in her heart?
"You, cough, you used...cough cough, did you hit it?"

It's too shameful to popularize the knowledge of men and women to simple sons, Wanbi confirmed repeatedly with a thick old face.

"I've hit it." Murong Zhuo replied firmly.

No matter how she looked at it, Wanbi felt that the silly boy's expression was not quite right, so she could only ask further: "...how do you feel?"

Murong Zhuo frowned, thought for a long time, and replied, "It hurts."

Wanpin was taken aback, does it hurt?
How can a man be in pain?

Oh, that's right, it must be the daughter-in-law crying out for pain, and the son is feeling sorry for his own daughter-in-law.

Wanbi breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and comforted him: "It's okay, let's do it, once you're born and you're familiar with it, it won't hurt after a few more visits."

Murong Zhuo frowned even deeper, "This...do you want to keep bumping?"

When Concubine Wan heard it, it was broken. It must be because her daughter-in-law kept crying for pain last night, which made her son's first experience not so good, and he had a psychological shadow about it.

She said solemnly: "Go on! Of course you have to go on! You are newlyweds, and you are in your prime, a day or two is not too much, you know?"

"Is that so..." Murong Zhuo was a little embarrassed.

It turns out that you have to hit it once a day or two?
He really didn't like to bang his head on the toilet, it felt so weird.

"A Zhuo, do you want to have a son with your daughter-in-law? If you want to have a son, you have to work harder and work day and night, understand?"

Under Wanpin's persuasive persuasion, Murong Zhuo finally agreed to try to bump into him more than once a day.

then……

In just a few days, three toilets in the house broke down.

When Wanbi received the report from the palace man, saying that the courtyard where the young couple lived was shaking every night (from hitting the toilet), she couldn't help but nodded proudly, with a gratified smile on her face.

It's great that my son has grown into a \/man.

(End of this chapter)