It was precisely because of being green, such a humiliating thing, that His Royal Highness King Yong could only smash his teeth and swallow blood in his stomach.

In the face of everyone's congratulations, I had to pull the corners of my stiff mouth and laugh.

"Congratulations to His Royal Highness King Yong, who is happy to have a noble son."

"Congratulations to Princess Yong."

"Congratulations to the Emperor."

“……”

In the imperial tent, congratulations and smiling faces lingered in Long Jue's ears and eyes.

Scold.

Undoubtedly the greatest irony.

This child in Yan Qiyu's belly is not his dragon at all!

It's a wild seed!

What is there to congratulate?

Congratulations on a little green on his head?!

#气到脸部变形扭曲#

#好生气哦, but still fucking keep smiling#

There was also a person present, who was in a gloomy mood when he heard the congratulatory voices that rang out one after another.

Ning Jiu's face was expressionless, and his beautiful phoenix eyes were cold.

……

The news that Princess Yong was pregnant soon became known.

Naturally, it also entered Feng Jin's ears.

Long Jue was still planning how to get rid of Yan Qiyu quietly in this royal hunt - not only to protect his reputation, not to let the word King Yong become a joke, but also to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Yan Qiyu, a slut, dared to cuckold him behind his back, even if she was behind the huge power of the Zhenbei Palace, he would never tolerate her anymore!

However, after Feng Jin knew, Long Jue could only coax him first.

Feng Jin was losing his temper, dropped a tent of teacups, and the ground was torn apart: "Yan Qiyu is pregnant, Yan Qiyu is pregnant!" Long Jue, is the child in her belly yours?! ”

“…… Be. Even in the face of Feng Jin, Long Jue couldn't talk about being cuckolded.

And Fenghua is exactly the right one.

Long Jue's answer made Feng Jin's heart shatter into ashes, and his eyes were about to split: "You said yes, you actually said it was ......"

The young man in red, who was too weak to have a slender body, was hit and staggered back two steps.

There was a look of unrecognizable dragon on his face.

Long Jue stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and explained: "Feng Jin, didn't this king tell you before that King Yong's Mansion needs an heir?" Yan Qiyu is just a tool to pass on the lineage for this king, and the only person that this king really cares about in his heart is you. ”

"Get out!"

Feng Jin didn't believe it anymore, and said excitedly: "Long Jue, don't lie to me!" Yes, you told me that you want Yan Qiyu to give birth to your heir to King Yong, but ...... Why was it at that time?! ”

Why was he imprisoned by the emperor in the Palace of Heart Cultivation, wantonly bullying, playing, insulting, and looking forward to his arrival day and night?!

He had nothing left.

Without a clean body, he is no longer the young master of the Feng Clan, and even the Feng Clan can't go back, everything is for the sake of Long Jue, but what about Long Jue?

Hehehehehehe......

Ridiculous, pathetic.

Long Jue was shocked, and suddenly understood something, but it was too late to explain......

Feng Jin lifted the curtain of the tent in Yongwang's Mansion, staggered and ran out......

"Bang-"

In despair, Feng Jin bumped into a person.

"Feng Jin?" The man held him in both hands and asked with a low smile, "Why are you so careless, is this a throw-away?" ”

This demon-like familiar voice made Feng Jin's whole body tremble slightly, and he slowly raised his head to look, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale......

The bright yellow dragon robe was noble and dazzling, but the eyes were cloudy and old.

Who is it if not the emperor?