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Hao Ming hurriedly said: "Tomorrow night, tomorrow night, my mother will sleep with a cigarette again, okay?"

"No!!" Hongli immediately and ruthlessly dismissed the mention of the voice, "This little cub is also very frizzy when I look at it, what if he kicks and rolls in your arms and hurts the child?!, he is not allowed to sleep in your arms until you give birth!!"

Hongli didn't care about Yan'er's increasingly annoyed and pitiful expression at all, but added another sentence: "It's not allowed after giving birth!" - Hmph, after Ming'er gave birth, in his arms, it was his son's territory, how could he call a little cub from nowhere to rob it?!

This time, not to mention Yan'er's annoyance, Mingming is a little dissatisfied, what is kicking and rolling, Yan'er is very well-behaved, in her arms, at most rub twice, twist her little buttocks, or drill her chest twice with her head, never stretch her legs into her stomach!

To tell the truth, the feeling of holding the smoke is much more comfortable to hold the Hongli!

The smoke is soft, and the Hongli is hard.

Yan'er is tender skin and fine meat, and Hongli is coarse old meat.

The smoke will kiss coquettishly, and Hongli will gnaw on her neck......

Yan'er had already dropped the golden beans at this moment, so she had to avoid Hongli and send a spiritual message to Yan'er, "You go back first, tomorrow he leaves, and I will sleep with you." ”

Hearing this, Yan'er's tears disappeared in an instant, picked up the big soft pillow that had just fallen on the ground, nodded quickly, and left her bedroom trembling.

Hongli saw it in his eyes. Somewhat inexplicable, he looked at Ming in confusion.

Humming shrugged his shoulders, "What do you see me doing?

Hongli was suspicious in his heart, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He Ming was afraid that Hongli would see something, so he yawned and said, "It's not early, you don't sleep." I'm going to sleep!" His body was crooked, and he lay on the goose feather pillow. It's been a day of tossing, and it's time to take a good rest.

Hongli saw this. also took off his boots and got into the bed.

He pulled the quilt for Mingming, covered her tightly, and whispered, "I'm here." You can sleep in peace. So saying, he ordered the palace maid who was keeping vigil outside to come in and blow out the lamp. The curtain is down.

Or the golden background of the melon cotton pattern makeup satin,

The melon is endless, that is, a vine is full of large and small melons and fruits. It is the meaning of the descendants of Changsheng. The vines are endless, stretching and growing, and the green silk threads are embroidered into vine branches and leaves. The yellow-green silk thread mixed with gold thread is embroidered into chayote, this kind of melon. It is particularly good-looking, like a small hand that is half clenched, so it is called "chayote".

Ming half-closed his eyes, looked at the melon in the dim light, looked at it, gradually his eyelids were heavy, and he gradually met with Zhou Gong.

Benzoin is burned in the dormitory, smelling delicate and soft, which can calm people's spirits and calm their minds, and they smell nature in their sleep and sleep is also extraordinarily sweet.

Hongli saw that Ming was already ripe, and showed a reassuring smile. So he got up in his cloak and crept out of the dormitory.

Outside the floor cover, Wang Qin had been waiting for a while. He was waiting for Hongli's orders, and in the Punishment Division, Fang Qian had been tortured to the point of fainting three times, her nails and feet had been pulled clean, and there was no longer half a piece of good meat on her body, so she still didn't move. This posture is obviously impossible to torture is the slightest useful thing.

Hongli said lightly: "The New Year is approaching, and it is unlucky to see blood." It is okay to be executed by sticking to the magistrate. ”

Hearing the words "sticking to the official", Wang Qin shuddered in his heart. Such a way of dying is not as pleasant as a knife or two cuts. "Sticking to the official" is a long death sentence in the palace, and it is simple to say, the executed person lies flat, his hands and feet are tied firmly, and the tenacity with excellent texture is selected, and the water is sprayed ****, covering the human face, so as to block breathing, so that the layers are accumulated, about a dozen or so, and the person will suffocate to death.

Such a bloodless death sentence is a hundred times more painful than seeing blood! A little suffocation to death is called terrible!

"Can you check the list of people who have been in contact with Fang Qian again?" Hongli asked again.

Wang Qin nodded, "Fang Qian is the big palace maid next to Concubine Yi, and she has a lot of people with whom she has interacted with her. Even the people around the concubine have a few ...... close to her."

Hongli lightly ordered: "Those with suspicious deeds will be executed." As for the ...... in the concubine's palace," Hongli paused slightly, and then said: "If it's just that your mouth is not reliable and you haven't betrayed the lord, you can take it to the Shen Penal Division to watch the post plus official." It can be regarded as an example of killing chickens and monkeys. ”

"Hey, the minion understands. Wang Qin bowed and retreated.

After saying these words, Hongli yawned, then returned to the dormitory, opened the curtain, and looked at the quiet sweat under the brocade quilt, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly. Hongli lay down gently, and the hand under the quilt quietly held the soft and boneless soft wattle of Mingming, and held it in the palm of his hand, and gradually fell asleep.

A night without a dream until dawn.

It is good to sleep, and I sleep until three poles in the morning. She has always woken up, and Hongli is probably no longer at the pillow, but today...... opened his sleepy eyes, but saw Hongli's smiling phoenix eyes.

Humming was stunned for a moment, and a bone crawled up, "Why haven't you left yet??"

Hongli said with a smile: "The time to worship the Fengxian Hall is arranged at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the time is still very rich. It's never too late for me to have breakfast with you. ”

He said "oh" and nodded, yes, yesterday Hongli also said that it was arranged in the afternoon......

Hongli has called the palace maid to come in and serve her, change clothes and wash. As usual, the people who are still serving you are Runyu, Runxiang, Meigu, Lanxiu, and Zhuqing. But Ming noticed that Lan Xiu's face was not quite right, her little face was pale, and her lips were trembling, as if she had a nightmare last night.

"What's wrong?" asked Ming, taking the soft handkerchief soaked in rose juice.

Lan Xiu hurriedly shook her head like a frightened bird: "No, it's nothing......"

I'm trembling when I speak, where does this look like nothing?

Seeing this, Mei Gu hurriedly said, "Niangniang, Lan Xiu had a nightmare last night, don't worry." As he spoke, he hurriedly said to Lan Xiu: "Don't go down quickly, carefully disturb the mother!"

Lan Xiu nodded quickly, curtsied, and retreated tremblingly.

Ming Ming was stunned, what a nightmare??But why did she think there was something else hidden?

At this time, Hongli smiled and said, "It's three poles a day, let's set the meal!"

Hearing the word "setting a meal", I felt a contraction like a gastrointestinal conditioned reflex.

Gollum......

It was the sound of her stomach.

Bo Ming was suddenly embarrassed, since she was pregnant in her arms, she was extremely hungry...... I drank such a big bowl of fetal medicine last night, and I was so bitter that my appetite was not very good, so I only put some vegetarian food at random. I didn't expect to get up early in the morning, and I was so hungry that my chest was close to my back - uh, in fact, when I looked down, my stomach was bulging, and a big lump of meat was there.

This is a depression that can only be felt by pregnant women!

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )