Jin Roujia's eyes widened when she heard this, and her sweaty body was cold: "Jin Shu, are you crazy!" ”

"Yes, I'm crazy to want to have a little prince with you." In Jinshu's inky black pupils, there is a rare frankness.

Just when the hairpin pierced the flesh and blood, he had this idea, he wanted to imprison Jin Roujia in the Jiaofang Hall forever, have a child with her, and use the child to tie her up.

"But this palace doesn't want to!"

Jin Roujia pulled out the hairpin inserted in his chest, and the coagulated blood gushed out again and rolled down on the two of them. Jin Shu seemed to have no pain, frowned, and looked at her fixedly.

"Get down!"

"What a goblin, you're used to being so ignorant of the sky." Jin Shu suppressed his anger, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of satisfying style, quite a bit of the family's gentleness, smiling and angry.

Jin Roujia threw the hairpin in his hand on the ground, and after the crisp sound, it was the thin and cool fingertips that pointed on the bleeding wound, which brought a faint pain: "If Your Majesty wants to die of excessive blood loss, then the palace does not have to stop it." Jin Shu grabbed her hand and was weakly wrapped by him.

"Jinshu!" She scolded coquettishly, and Jade Leg kicked over.

Jin Shu couldn't dodge, he was hit in the lower abdomen, his brows were slightly raised, and he gasped and unloaded his strength and said in a dumb voice: "The queen is willing to hurt me?" ”

Jin Rou Jiahun is like a fried little raccoon slave: "This palace is not your queen of Laoshizi!" ”

He deceived and lied, let her think that he was marrying a happy queen in the media, and forced her to stay in the Jiaofang Palace under heavy surveillance, watching her worry and rejoice for him, and then personally broke her dream of being a mother, and sent a medicated meal afterwards.

Now he dared to be shy, forced her to accept her kindness, and forced her to give birth to Lin'er.

Jin Roujia exerted her strength to push away the person on her body, and then turned over and covered her body with a folded shirt.

"Come in and wait for your master to serve the medicine." Jin Roujia shook the bell in her hand and summoned the slaves and maids outside the hall.

There was blood dripping from the overlapping scarred texture of Jin Shu's upper body, and there was a deep wound on his chest that could be seen to the bone.

"Get out!" Jin Shu's cold eyes turned, and the few women who were trembling and didn't know what to do, under his angry reprimand, the dumb maids lowered their heads and walked out of the palace gate quickly, and they didn't stay for a moment.

"Jin Roujia!"

"What?"

"Medicine for me." Jin Shu sat on the beauty couch for a long time, raised his eyes and casually persecuted her: "If I die, you don't want to live alone." ”

Jin Roujia endured her anger, her eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, and her voice was cold in the ice cave: "It's better to die cleanly." Jin Shu laughed when he heard this, soft as a spring breeze for ten miles, pinched the gold sore medicine and gauze that appeared in his hand at some point, and forcibly stuffed it into her arms: "Let it be disposed of." ”

Jin Roujia caught a glimpse of the dark red on her chest, narrowed her eyes, and told herself that this compromise was all his feelings, leaned over slightly, and sprinkled a little medicine powder on the wound, not lightly or heavily, and his sudden heavy breathing was in her ears, she raised her eyes and crashed into his inky black move, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face was calm, and only his pain could be glimpsed between her eyebrows.

She sprinkled the medicine with her hand, secretly said that she deserved it, gently wrapped the wound with gauze, wrapped it around his chest and back, tied a knot at his shoulder, and bandaged it simply.

"When did you remember that?" Jin Roujia, who wanted to leave, was taken into his arms, sat on his lap with half of his body, struggled slightly, and thought about the wounds on his body.

"Fangcai." Pressed against her chest, the heart that was still pounding in the cavity was calm and powerful.

"Lie to me again." The warm breath was gently sprinkled on the back of her neck, and Jin Shu sighed helplessly: "Little liar, how much sincerity do you have." He looked like a resentful woman in a boudoir, and asked her for the truth with half his heart.

But what is true and what is false? True and false, false and true, in this endless abyss, this truth and falsehood are the least worth exploring. Under the cobwebs of intrigue and intrigue, in addition to calculating others, it is being calculated by others.

"How many words did you tell the truth?"

Jinshu was silent.

"It's true to give birth to a little prince for me." He rested his chin on Jin Roujia's shoulder and said hoarsely. There is no more sincere sentence in my life than this moment.

"Jinshu, how much of the Shunzi soup you personally ordered in this palace to drink, do you really not know?" Jin Roujia lowered her eyes and sneered back at him, her voice once lowered to the bottom: "Don't say this again in the future, this palace will only feel disgusting." ”

"Disgusting?" Jin Shu pulled her little face and pinched her thin jaw with one hand: "Isn't it disgusting when it rains and dew?" ”

The two thin lip flaps were attached to the side of her face, the big palm was around her slender neck, the dark and deep eyes were slightly constricted, and the corners of the lips were silently mocking: "In the future, this medicine will be broken, and I will rest with you every day until I am pregnant with my child." ”

Jin Roujia didn't want to do it, he wanted to force it.

"This palace should abolish you!" Jin Roujia crossed her eyebrows coldly, and the frost in her eyes was like a sharp blade poking Jin Shu's flesh and blood.

As if teasing the little raccoon slave, he leaned over and picked up the hairpin on the ground and handed it to Jin Roujia: "Let you dispose of it." ”

The silver root at the end of the hairpin was still stained with the dark blood flowing from his chest, and the rose petals carved at the top were delicate, as if they were aroused by the blood.

"Do you think this palace will not dare!"

The hairpin was heavy, burning her palm, dark red reflected her eyes, her body trembled slightly, after a few heavy breaths, she suppressed her heavy anger, she opened her clear eyes: "Jin Shu, this palace is not a stupid and easy to deceive person." ”

He wants to lie to her soft-heartedness, he wants to trick her willingly, he is simply wishful thinking......

On the second day of the palace banquet that year, she was carried by her grandmother to see her little civet slave in the prince's mansion. The little face blown by the gale wind in the early winter was red, and she was dressed like a milk ball, round and held in her arms.

"Mama ~ Rourou can walk by herself!" Mama was worried about her little short legs, so she carried her all the way to the prince's mansion. The palace of the prince is brightly lit, bright and bright, and before you enter it, there is a hot wind smoke from it. Roujia struggled with her little short legs, and couldn't wait to meet the little tanuki slave who was hiding from her.

"The little princess should run slowly, the third prince just moved here, don't rush when there are too many people." The grandmother shouted eagerly behind her, but after a while, the little milk group disappeared.

Roujia rushed in the crowd, several princes moved here today, and the third prince pulled out such a character from his memory because of yesterday's little raccoon slave, and reluctantly chose a place for him to live in the prince's mansion. Rou Jia didn't know where the third prince lived, so she shouted as she ran: "Third brother! Third brother! Rourou came to see the little raccoon slave! The voice was crisp and delicate, and the palace maids who were in a hurry slowed down their pace and took the initiative to let her go.

"Ouch, my little ancestor, run slower, if the concubine knows that the little princess is so honest, she will not be punished!"

Rou Jia was in a good mood, and her joyful little face said arrogantly: "The mother concubine is the most spoiled and gentle, so she won't be punished, Mama, hurry up~" The delicate and naïve look was so cute, Mama had to admit her fate and follow her closely.

Jin Shu's courtyard is in the deepest part of the prince's mansion, the vines are entangled, a musty smell is cold, rushing to the face, the house is unsightly, only a bright ground is surrounded by a futon, and a little civet slave curls up and buries himself in the futon to rest.

Grandma stopped Rou Jia, frowned and scolded loudly: "Are all the here dead?" The princess's kitten was thrown on the ground in a grand manner, and there was no heat in the house. ”

After a while, a little eunuch with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks was thrown in front of the grandmother with his ears and frightened: "Your Highness spares your life, Mama spares your life, and the slave ......"

"What a little, where did you go to be lazy?"

"Slave...... Minion ......"

"Where did the Third Highness go?"

"Slaves don't ...... I don't know ......."

The slave didn't know what to do, so the grandmother simply let people drag it down, and ordered the rest of the palace maids to clean the house well, muttering: "Is it a decent prince...... Why ......" Rou Jia listened to half of it, and she didn't understand. I only know that the third brother is not there, and the little raccoon slave is resting, and this place is more heaven and earth than the Jiaofang Hall where her mother is located. The grandmother hugged the little civet slave, squatted down, and sent it to her: "Your Highness, look at this little kitten, it is really cute." ”

The fleshy little hand caressed the white hair, and the little raccoon slave was drunk, the tips of her ears moved slightly, and she obediently let her touch it. "Mama, where is the third brother?"

She was thinking about her brother who looked like a fairy, and her thoughts about teasing the little raccoon slave were much weaker.

"The Third Highness doesn't know where he went, the little Highness is only about an hour of incense, we have to go to the female gentleman's place to listen to the class, and we have to ......"

"Don't, don't listen, don't go, Rourou is going to play with the third brother!" Roujia was impatient to listen to Mama's chatter and the woman's serious teaching, and immediately withdrew the cat's little fleshy palm, opened her little short legs and rushed forward.

Every part of this palace is large and empty, and even if a corpse is rotten and smelly here, no one may find it, not to mention that there is not a single place in this huge Forbidden City that is not made of flesh and blood.

Xiao Roujia ran around randomly, thinking about her third brother in her heart. Such a handsome man with a clear temperament, like a bright moon and a clear breeze, suddenly left a mark on her heart.

God didn't seem to be able to bear to break her heart.

She met Jinshu in the Imperial Garden.

The thin clothes couldn't stop the cold wind, and the coolness of early winter swept over his already stiff limbs.

He just stood upright, his back showing perseverance and unyielding, and a thin bowl of porridge and a white-flour steamed bun stained with mud scattered on the ground in front of him. Surrounded by a group of emperors and grandsons wearing brocade clothes and holding hollow carved sleeve stoves, they sneered quite rampantly: "If you dirty your boots, you won't kneel down and lick them clean." It's just a wild seed, can you really think you're a prince? ”

Roujia hurriedly ran over and shouted, "What are you doing!" To give...... Get out of the way of Hongu! Perhaps he rushed a little fiercely, and accidentally fell to the ground, the fine brocade clothes were stained with mud, the almond eyes were round and open, and the Yingying streamer was overflowing, with the cry after the pain, holding back the tears, and holding the majesty of the princess: "Don't ...... Belch...... Don't bully anyone in this palace! ”