Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 351
When she was outside the palace, she was still Qingyin at that time, and he knew that Qingyin always had revenge, and she was not weak in her attacks.

But since entering the palace, she withdrew all her sharpness, became obedient and quiet, and got farther and farther away from him, making him more and more restless.

Today, she is still in the palace, beside him, but the elegant and dexterous woman with long sleeves is back again.

"Why don't you ask me about the child in Gu Qing'er's belly?" He squinted at her with a smile in his eyes.

Lifting his eyelids, he glanced lazily at Feng Jiuyou, the light in his eyes was too bright and glaring, it's better to avoid it.

But he refused to let her go. He fixed her little head with both hands, and insisted on staring at her, waiting for her to speak, waiting for her to question.

Being so close, his breath sprayed slightly on her cheeks and earlobes, and the skin felt the warmth and moisture of his breath.

With the lazy and gorgeous fragrance that belongs to him alone, his hair hangs down and intertwines with hers.

The black hair is three thousand feet long, in circles and circles, parting and reuniting, but tightly entangled endlessly.Breathing out of the drink, slightly itchy.She backed away a little, trying to avoid it.

He was still playing with her hair, the light in his eyes became more gentle, his shallow smile, and his charming and enchanting cheeks became more seductive.

The white jade-like nails fell on her hair, and the sunlight from outside shone in, and the spots fell on it, like suet white jade.Little by little, he stroked her little face again, rubbing it carefully.

Rubbing lightly, a little carelessly, the other hand gently landed on her hand, separated her fingers, carefully looked at her knuckles, and then slowly dropped his own.

The ten fingers are interlocked, and the white heads are inseparable.

"Why don't you speak?" His voice was gentle, with a touch of evil charm.

Seeing Feng Jiuyou like this, Ruan Mianmian felt a little funny.It was still early in the day, he messed around and brought out the temptation of beauty, and the two of them just arrived on the bed.

At this time, the child in Gu Qing'er's womb was mentioned. How could a person like Feng Jiuyou, with such a brain, bring up this issue?
Ruan Mianmian frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Feng Jiuyou and said, "Anyone with a brain should know that this court cannot tolerate the child of her Gu family!"

"Didn't she have a miscarriage!" He got closer and held her hand tightly again.

The implication is that miscarriage doesn't mean that the court really can't tolerate it?
But this is not a fundamental problem, but what he asked was, why didn't she ask Gu Qing'er if the child in her womb was his?

Ruan Mianmian looked at him, stretched out a hand and squeezed his fingers, it was soft, slippery and warm.

Her brows were slightly raised, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, as if she was trying to think, is that child his or not?

Feng Jiuyou looked at it, the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

Ruan Mianmian looked at her smiling face, her clothes were laid lazily on her body, unbuttoned, revealing her strong chest.

On it, there is a little suspicious red mark, which seems to be a mark from somewhere.As her cheeks began to heat up, Ruan Mianmian raised her eyes to look at him.

"If that child was yours, would you allow her to have a miscarriage?" She didn't answer, but raised her head slightly, looking at her with bright eyes.

Feng Jiuyou smiled: "It's not that I allow her to have a miscarriage, but that the imperial court cannot tolerate that child!"

Three black lines appeared on his forehead, and Ruan Mianmian gave Feng Jiuyou a hard look.He knew it clearly, and she knew in her heart that the child had nothing to do with him, but he insisted on letting her speak out.

Ruan Mianmian looked at Feng Jiuyou who would never give up until she got the answer she wanted, first sighed, then smiled softly.

"I'd rather Gu Ruoying than Gu Qing'er conceive the child! If a woman like Gu Qing'er is really pregnant with your child, Feng Jiuyou, I think there may be something wrong with you here."

With that said, Ruan Mianmian stretched out her other small hand, and lightly poked Feng Jiuyou's head.

This seems to be the first time she has touched his hair so intimately, it is so soft and soft, martial arts practitioners know that the head is definitely a taboo for martial arts practitioners.

Because there, there is no shelter, and it cannot withstand the slightest sting.If she didn't believe in her so much, how could she let her poke and poke gently with her fingers.

He was expecting something sweet from her, and then he was about to make out.Unexpectedly, after hearing her finish speaking, seeing the sneer in her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

After a long time, Feng Jiuyou buried her head on her neck and took a deep breath of her unique fragrance: "My daughter of the Son of Heaven, I only have you, and I only want you."

If she doesn't say it, then he does.

The corner of the mouth froze slightly, and just as Ruan Mianmian was about to speak, Feng Jiuyou spoke first.

"You're right. The person who needs to deal with is Gu Qingyun. What are you doing with those women? But they keep running up, I'm upset!"

"At that moment, I made you unhappy again. You had nowhere to vent your anger. In a fit of anger, you simply set the fire on them!"

He tightened his hands again, and said softly: "Although I am angry with you, but if it weren't for those old things and the Gu family, how could there be a draft?"

"I'm angry, I'm angry that I don't pay attention to the draft memorial, have you reached a certain level of generosity?" She wanted to turn her head to look at him, but he didn't move as he nestled against her neck.

She looked at the top of Hongluan's tent, looked at the tassels swaying slightly with the breeze, and sighed in her heart.

At that time, why didn't she see her own heart clearly?
He nestled on her neck, how could he use such a stupid way to test it at that moment?
You look at me, I look at you, this glance seems to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed rivers, lakes and seas, turned into a trickle, and flowed into the hearts of the two of them little by little.

Gently shaking Feng Jiuyou's hand, she looked at the interlocking hands of the two with gentle and firm eyes.

"Jiuyou, you once promised me that you will be one-hearted and never leave each other in this life."

"Jiuyou, if you say something like that, you only say it once."

"Jiuyou, my heart is very small. All women in the world have small hearts, and so are all men in the world. When facing the person I like, I will not be willing to let others peep at me. Not to mention, let He has women beyond himself."

"I never thought that women must be attached to men, and women can also have their own things to do. They don't necessarily need to circle around men all day long and spend all their energy on fighting for favor. So I insist, choose someone, love someone A person is a lifetime."

"If you meet and fall in love, then you will attach yourself wholeheartedly. If he is a farmer, I will accompany him in the fields forever. If he is a poor scholar, studying hard at night, I would like to be more prosperous. If he is Princes, kings and generals..."

After a slight pause, she thought, if she didn't fall in love, she would try her best to avoid it, just like the original choice.But I really loved her, so I couldn't bear to leave.

Smiling slightly, her voice was gentle and mellow, but extremely firm: "If he is a prince, an emperor, a general...power and wealth, rich clothes, fine food and everything, I will stay by his side and strive to stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

"It shouldn't be like this. They won't exist in this harem. I missed the best time, and I gave them a chance."

"So Jiuyou, let me handle the affairs of the harem." She looked at him firmly, her petite figure, her small face was not as big as his slap.

But those eyes, at this moment, are extraordinarily bright.Like the fireworks blooming by the river, at this moment, the youth is peerless.

(End of this chapter)