Jin Shu pinched her cheeks with two fingers, and the porcelain bowl against Roujia's lips still couldn't pour a single point.

She pursed her lips tightly, refusing to break her knots even though her hands were tied behind her back.

"Jin Roujia! Give me an open mouth! He was still angry in the end, pulling Roujia's long hair and saying coldly.

Jin Rou Jiahun was not afraid of him, lowered his eyes and turned his head, and let his gloomy gaze poke at him.

"This palace only drinks abortion pills!"

Jin Shu's eyes were full of anger, and the hand pinching her jaw unconsciously used gravity: "It's impossible." ”

"Then you want this palace to die!" When she said this, she really had that courage, and Jin Shu hurriedly loosened the strength of her jaw, removed her chin, and didn't teach her to bite her tongue and kill herself. He breathed heavily, tried his best to suppress himself, and his eyes were crimson: "If you die, no one in this palace will be alive, Jin Roujia, you know that I will do what I say, and you will weigh it yourself, I am not afraid that the Forbidden City will turn into a sea of blood!" ”

"Brother Shu, is it okay to let Roujia go? Your many deceptions, many stratagems, I am not to blame in the past, I deserve to suffer, all this is my fault, I should not have been, I am delusional, I am guilty, please, let me go......" Jin Roujia spoke incoherently, her hands dragging Jin Shu's bright yellow sleeved robe, and the carved dragon pattern seemed to mock her for being a nobleman of the emperor and grandson.

Her mind was in a state of confusion, more so than a madman.

Jin Shu sneered, gritting his teeth and glaring his eyes: "How can you not blame the past?" How do you pay it back? Jin Roujia, you owe me nothing in this life, what is wrong with you, you are just poking my heart again and again, so that I can be slashed by a knife. I will never let you go in my life, Jin Roujia, you don't want to escape from my palm! ”

Another lock was added, tying Jin Roujia's slender wrist, just like this, he could keep imprisoning her, folding her wings and fastening her at his side.

Tears rolled down with broken threads, and the wet sweat on her forehead stained her sideburns, she endured the pain in her jaw and roared sadly.

"Jinshu! This kid can't be kept! ”

"If you say these words again, Hugh blames me for really going to the grave of the concubine, so that she will not be at peace when she dies! Also, don't think that I don't know that Jin Changming is still alive, and I am not a fool who is easy to deceive. The voice of an ice sculpture from the ice cellar carved into her flesh and marrow, and choked her limbs and throats.

Jin Roujia trembled and couldn't spit out a word.

The fetal medicine that the imperial doctor had tormented was forcefully poured into her throat by Jin Shu, her cold eyes were full of despair, and the bitter medicine was full of sourness. Jin Shu saw that she drank the fetal pill, Fang Song breathed a sigh of relief, and gently and carefully wiped the medicinal juice on the corner of her lips for her.

It's like a different face.

"Roujia, I am alone, only the fetus in your womb is my only bloodline, even if it is poor for me, give birth to him for me, and let you go, okay?" He swooped, coaxed softly, and tossed the freedom back to her.

Jin Roujia seemed to have grasped the last reed swing in the mire, only knowing how to climb it, and was unaware of the danger behind him.

She quieted down, Jin Shu took a break from the heart hanging in the cavity, closed her jaw with a slight force, and licked and sucked her pale complexion wetly.

Rou Jia's eyes were like marionettes and let him do it, and Jin Shuhun didn't know what the person sleeping next to him was thinking.

The affairs of the court have made him have a headache, and every time he goes to court, he hugs Jin Roujia and gently covers her waist and abdomen with his big palm, so that he can have peace of mind.

He thought that after all, he gave birth to a child, and no matter how hard-hearted a woman was, she had to scruple about the child.

He coaxed her with freedom, and then tied her up with a child, Jin Roujia really couldn't have a moment of separation from him in this life.

It's just that the matter at the border is imminent, he gave instructions and made plans earlier, and Rou Jia's pregnancy made him also a little shaken, but Zuo Xiang's affairs became more and more blatant, and he didn't know where to find the body of his own daughter, and gathered a group of rabble, trying to crusade against him on the grounds of incest and cruelty that was not the blood of the emperor.

The spy also replied to the letter, and the left minister was involved in the matter of the border pass, so he could only go in person and knock Achiller off the horse, and he could only use his body to bait and force the left minister to attack the city and force the position.

He hugged Jin Roujia in his arms, and with the softest voice, he was full of honey: "Good Jiaojiao, it's fast, wait for me for a while, and it will be too peaceful." He was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep, missing the determination of Jin Rou Jiadi's eyes.

Memories of small fanwai********

The March Flower Dynasty Festival, the palace is naturally to celebrate. As the most pampered princess of the saint, Roujia became the protagonist of this banquet, and sent out many invitations to invite those deep ladies to gather in the palace, and Changming also invited many princes and nobles to their sons-in-law. The two compartments are separated by the shore, on one side is the elegant poetry and songs, and on the other side is the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting of the pot and drumming.

Roujia doesn't like to play with these, and has been watching this group of young ladies play casually at the head of the case with a wooden face. But the palace maid beside the concubine was in a hurry, and kept reminding her in a whisper, don't be sexual. The name of this banquet should not have been hers, it was nothing more than the concubine blowing some pillow wind, and the saint was happy to catch her. She asked the saint to be coquettish, and wanted to push it to other sisters, and was reprimanded, saying that she never had the character of a princess, and it seemed that she didn't have enough schoolwork, so she needed to add more.

She was so angry that she didn't even invite An, and ran out of the imperial study crying with her skirt, so that outsiders could see how the saint bullied her and let her eat and hang. Jin Roujia cried all the way to the prince's mansion, and a Monza threw herself into Jin Shu's arms. He got out of the school, holding a pile of books and pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, which was scattered all over the ground by Roujia, and his plain white clothes were also stained with ink, like plum blossoms blooming little by little.

"What's the matter, crying like this, like a little flower cat." Jin Shu held her waist with one hand, lifted her pear blossom with rain with the other, and gently wiped the tears on her porcelain-colored little face with her fingertips.

As soon as Jin Roujia saw someone, it was as if she had lost a lot of strength, leaning on him softly and bonelessly, counting the concubines, saints, and those annoying young ladies on his chest.

Last year's Flower Dynasty Festival, she took over the job with great interest, staring at the palace maid to arrange the palace banquet in every detail. After those ladies of the family entered the palace and the banquet was opened, disputes came one after another, and each wanted her to uphold justice, ridiculed and argued with each other, and made her quarrel one head and two big. Finally taking a breath, she sneaked to the men's seat in Changming. happened to meet everyone again, and pointed at Jin Shu for no reason and said wantonly. Changming is a bastard boy who only knows how to eat vegetables in the first place, and he has never seen his mother treat him badly on weekdays.

Rou Jia was really annoyed, ignoring the princess's nobility, pointing to the leading prince and ridiculing him for several concubines in his family, and how many children and grandchildren he had. Who is cleaner than Wang Sun Guizhou's backyard, but they are all ashamed to put it on the table, and they are counted down by Rou Jia like this, and they have to be a person with their heads down and their tails in their interactions for a period of time in this house. Afterwards, the saint rewarded a lot of things to appease the family, and locked Roujia in the temple to punish her for copying books. Since then, she has become more and more lazy and reluctant to take on these jobs.

Jin Shu comforted her softly and listened to her count silently. "Are you really that angry?"

"Yes!"

"The kite that I promised you last year, I have made most of my appearance in the past few days, but I want to take a look?" Jin Shu threw out a new gadget to coax her, and as soon as Rou Jia heard the kite, he immediately showed his face, and pulled his sleeve robe to meet his kite.

This kite is also a thing that can be seen outside the palace, and the concubine grasps her schoolwork tightly, and she doesn't like Roujia to play in the palace. When I went to Huangjue Temple to worship the Buddha before the New Year, Roujia saw a group of children flying kites in the suburbs and was full of envy. I was still defeated by the concubine, so I had to cry with a small face and be coquettish with Jin Shu, saying that I couldn't touch the princess of a country, and I lost a lot of fun. Jin Shu was eaten and sheltered by her, and agreed to many unreasonable requests before coaxing people back to smile.

The kite is a simple version of Jin Shu cutting down the dead trees in the cold palace with his own hands and pasting paper. Probably because of the limited tools at hand, in the end, he could only draw landscape paintings on rice paper to decorate the monotonous kite. Jin Roujia had fun and taught him how to make kites. Jin Shu couldn't bear to touch her heart, and was careful not to hurt her hands with stumps.

The kite is done, and this palace banquet has to be held as usual.

Woke up again, making Rou Jiamo stiffen, these young ladies were terrified, and it was not interesting. Rou Jia glanced at the kite hanging high outside the wall, her heart fluttered, her face changed in vain, and she was vain with these young ladies for a while, and after thinking that she was settled, she pretended to inadvertently knock over the cup and wet the skirt on her body.

"Well, this palace will go to the apse and change clothes."

Before she had time to react, Jin Roujia took her skirt and flew out of the imperial garden. Jin Shu is dressed in a plain robe, clinging to the string of the kite, and controls the kite that flies into the sky in the deserted cold palace.

She climbed a tree in the corner of the wall, and shouted coquettishly to the people inside the wall: "Third brother." Jin Shu looked back in surprise, persisted in the line, smiled at her skillfully, and was as warm as jade as the mountains and rivers.

"Rourou, why are you here? Is the palace banquet over? He laughed harmlessly, making Roujia almost think that the kite was really his impromptu idea.

"No, the third brother flew a kite and hooked the palace, and the palace naturally had to go to the appointment."

"I don't ......"

"Ouch, my little ancestor, come down quickly, Niangniang knows, I have to punish you." Before Jin Shu finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone who rushed to catch Jin Roujia to return to the banquet. With an unbelievable face, he looked at the delicate princess climbing on the wall and shaking her legs, shaky appearance, calling the little ancestor, and moved the concubine out and said Roujia.

But she finally found an excuse to sneak out, how could she go back and watch those rouge vulgar fans compete for beauty? immediately lifted the hem of his skirt and shouted to Jin Shu below: "Third brother, follow me!" ”

Jin Shu hurriedly put down the thread in his hand, stretched out his arms, and hugged the person who jumped down. His arms were placed across her back, shielding her against the wall. With a sad look on his face, he whispered to her: "Why are you so naughty, what if it hurts?" ”

"No, the third brother will follow me." Jin Roujia stretched out her hand to hug his waist, burying her head in his arms.

Jin Shu was helpless and was all dispersed by her, and reached out to scrape the bridge of her small nose: "Ghost clever." ”

"The third brother murdered me." Jin Roujia took advantage of the situation to climb the pole.

"How dare I."

"There you have it."

"It's too late to spoil you, how dare you murder my little princess."

"Hmph~"