Chasing Feng's face sank suddenly, and he stood in front of Fu Yeshen, and said in an unkind tone, "The palace is important, if there is no invitation, please refuse to enter." ”

"Please let me know, I have something important to discuss with the regent."

"Fu Da, please come back. The king has commanded that you shall not be allowed to enter the palace, even if there is a great matter. ”

"Cut! You think I want to see him? If it weren't for the stakes of it, I would never have been able to set foot in the Regent's Mansion in my life. ”

Fu Yeshen was like a bright red whirlwind, quickly bypassing the chasing wind and heading straight for the Ink Dye Pavilion.

Bang –

Fu Yeshen kicked the door open, and was about to tell Jun Moran about Jun Fu's death, but saw Jun Moran changing clothes in the house.

He stared at Jun Moran in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Jun Moran frowned, and quickly draped the robe in his hand over his body, "Bastard! Who let you in? ”

"Ahh

Fu Yeshen screamed, stepped back again and again, and covered the door with his hand.

After a while, he leaned his back against the door, gasping for air, his heart beating like a drum.

"Fu Yeshen? Why is your face so red? ”

Feng Wuwu, who was walking slowly with a plate of pastries, saw Fu Yeshen blushing and looking loveless, and asked him in surprise.

Fu Yeshen's body was shocked, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

His eyes dodged, and he said vaguely, "Nothing." Xu ran in a hurry and didn't get in the way. ”

"Really?" Feng Wuwu asked casually.

At this moment, Jun Moran happened to come out of the inner room.

He stared at Fu Yeshen with fierce eyes, and his tone was not good, "What are you doing here?" ”

Fu Yeshen's face turned a little redder, he subconsciously looked away, and pretended to be right, "I suspect that Jun Fu is very likely to be alive." An hour ago, someone broke into the village and robbed her. I was about to see the person clearly, but I was stunned by him, only to remember that he was half a head shorter than you. ”

As soon as his voice fell, he reached out and compared the height of the person in front of Jun Moran.

Jun Moran was speechless for a while, he always felt that Fu Yeshen was trying his best to seduce him.

Such an ambiguous action is so handy!

Fu Yeshen also realized that there was something wrong with his movements, and he withdrew his hand again and again, running away like a snake and scorpion.

"Mo Dye, you shouldn't be too thin to be too thin and sink in the night, right? He looks like he's been by you..."

"What does this king look like a hungry man?"

Jun Moran interrupted Feng Wuwu and explained in a deep voice, "Come to think of it, Fu Yeshen was shocked by the coercion of this king, and he was so frightened that he fled. ”

"Really?"

Feng Wuwu obviously didn't believe what Jun Mo Ran said.

Jun Mo ran cold sweat on his forehead, and quietly changed the topic, "According to Fu Yeshen, the person who robbed Jun Fu should not be Yun Feibai. From this point of view, in the east of the court, there is still a small work sent by Yun Qin. ”

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, but her attention was still focused on Fu Yeshen.

"Ink dyeing, did Fu Yeshen also go to Yunqin Tianshan? You wouldn't have done something unforgivable to him, would you? ”

"How is that possible!"

Jun Mo Ran flatly denied it, and in order to divert her attention, his black and golden eyes stared directly at her slender hand, and asked slowly, "Is your hand better?" ”

Feng Wuwu thought of Jun Moran asking her hand to do such a thing, and instantly blushed, "Ye kindly brought you a plate of pastries, you are good, you are embarrassed to make fun of Ye." ”

"What, shy?"

"Dog stuff, don't eat it!"

Feng Wuwu was annoyed and ashamed, and turned his back angrily.

Jun Moran hooked the corners of his lips obliquely, stood behind her, and suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms, "Who said that this king doesn't eat?" How about you feed this king? ”

"Childish!"

Feng Wuwu said this, but he still freed up one hand and brought the pastry to his mouth.

Jun Moran enjoyed Feng Wuwu's initiative very much, he grabbed Feng Wuwu's wrist suddenly, and bit her hand lightly.

“………”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and she thought that Jun Moran was reserved.

As a result, on the first day of marriage, she couldn't get off the boat.

Now, he has learned the tricks of the prodigal son!

"Jun Mo Ran, in the past ten years, you are really not close to women as rumored?"

"It tastes good."

Jun Mo Dye tastes the "food" attentively, and his voice is low and magnetic.

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, looked sideways at the handsome Jun Mo Ran, and asked again, "Where did you learn it?" ”

"It's just a feeling."

Jun Moran let go of her, and said with a spring breeze on his face, "If you are tired, take a rest." The king must enter the palace once. ”

"What are you doing in the palace?"

"On the last day of the Confucian feast, the king will go and return."

"Come back early."

Feng Wuwu said lightly.

She has always liked to be lively, and now she really wants to enter the palace with Jun Mo Ran to watch the ceremony.

But now is different from the past, since she is pregnant, she must not act willfully, let alone violate taboos and move around.

If there is another mistake, the consequences are unimaginable.

Feng Wuwu watched Jun Mo's back disappearing, and collapsed on the chaise longue boredly, absentmindedly looking through the notebook.

After about a cup of tea, the little servant of King Chen's Mansion suddenly entered the Ink Dyeing Pavilion in a hurry.

"What?"

Feng Wuwu yawned lazily, and was about to rest for a while, but was disturbed again, and his mood was particularly unhappy.

In recent days, the poison of Meixiang has spread rapidly, and she has become more sleepy than before.

The little servant hurriedly said, "The servant is under the command of King Chen, and I have come to invite the princess regent to go to King Chen's mansion to diagnose the pulse of Princess Xiyue. ”

"What's wrong with Ye Qiao?"

Feng Wuwu instantly sobered up.

She still remembered that a few days ago, Ye Qiao had climbed the city wall to provoke Yun Feibai, and then accidentally broke her leg, that is, Mo Zichen was seriously injured in order to save her.

However, the injuries on the bodies of these two people are not difficult to treat, and they can recover after a period of recuperation.

"Back to the princess, after the princess Xiyue finished dinner, she suddenly felt unwell and is now unconscious."

"Have you seen the Imperial Doctor?" Feng Wuwu frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"The imperial doctor can't see why, but the princess of Xiyue has no pulse, and theoretically she should be dead."

Only then did Feng Wuwu realize the seriousness of the matter, and said in a loud voice, "Quickly go to the Shensuan Medical Center and look for Gu Nanfeng." ”

When the little guy heard this, he became more and more anxious, "The minion has already made a trip." But Doctor Gu was not in the medical hall, and it was said that it seemed that because of the lack of medicinal materials, he rode his horse back to Nanfeng Villa this evening. ”

Hearing this, Feng Wuwu didn't dare to delay any longer, took off the cloak hanging on the carved screen, and followed the little maid out of the regent palace.

Feng Wuwu was about to ride his horse away, but Chasing the Wind stopped her at the right time, and welcomed her into the jade chariot, "Princess, your body is very inconvenient, and it is not suitable to ride a horse." ”

"Okay."

Feng Wuwu saw that chasing the wind was so resolute, so he had to respond with his head.

Passing by the moat, she casually lifted the sedan curtain and looked at the night scene in the east with all the lights.

Inadvertently, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Jimo Zhikite and Ao Che on the side of the moat.

"No wonder I always feel that my heart is not very steady, it turns out that I missed the Jimo Stop Kite."

Feng Wuwu muttered softly, and then remembered that not long ago, Jimo Zhikite sacrificed his life to save him.

In fact, she has nothing to do with Jimo Zhikite.

But she always felt that Jimo Zhikite directed and acted in a scene of sacrificing herself to save herself, which must have other plans.

"Ruthless, Gai Ming'er sent some people to stare at Jimo Zhiji."

Feng Wuwu and Yu Yuan looked at the four roads outside, and listened to the ruthless words of the eight directions.

Ruthlessly replied, "Princess, please rest assured. Jimo Zhikite and Ao Che have been under the monitoring of the first pavilion in the world. Since the violent death of the Empress Dowager Helian, Jimo Zhikite has rarely left the palace, and has been lying on the couch to recuperate during this time. In addition, Jimo Zhikite has made a marriage contract with General Beili Ao Che. After the feast, the envoys of each country had to leave Donglin within five days. When the time comes, Jimo Zhikite will also leave Kyoto in the east with Ao Che. ”

"Ye also thought that Ao Che would enter the royal family."

"The emperor didn't want to see the eldest sister of Jimo Zhiyuan, and on the grounds of reducing expenses, he only gave Jimo Zhiyuan ten boxes of dowry. Jimo Zhiyuan's status in Donglin is not the same as in the past, and it is better to return to Beili with Ao Che and be a general's wife with real power. The ruthless head is honest and analytical.

Feng Wuwu put down the sedan curtain and said with relief, "Xiao Yinyin has finally grown up and knows who can be trusted and who can't." ”

"What the princess said is very true."

"If Jimo Zhikite can let go of the obsession in her heart and retreat bravely from the rapids, the master can still look up to her."

Feng Wuwu scolded that if Mo Zhikite was willing to go to Beili with Ao Che, it would be a great joy.

In this way, in the near future, she does not need to worry about Jimo Zhikite attacking the fetus in her womb.

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