It is rumored that the emperor favors the queen alone, and none of them praise the emperor and queen for her deep affection. But now in this embarrassing situation, how can there be half a flounder affection. The emperor is suspicious and suspicious, the queen is jealous and vicious, and the rest of the disguise is sarcasm.

Wei Wenchu has been on a private visit for more than a month, and when he came back, he brought such a woman. has no family background and no talent, a very ordinary folk woman.

But that woman has such a face, especially those cold eyes, which are eighty percent similar to Dugu Muyu. The remaining two percent are that this woman is as restrained and quiet as autumn rain, while Dugu Muyu is as arrogant as winter snow.

Jiayang never delusionally thought that Wei Wenchu would really only have one woman, but when that day really came, Jiayang found that she was so jealous and unreasonable. It was when he first ascended the throne that he sealed so many concubines, Jiayang was not so afraid, at least she still had some certainty.

But such a face made Jiayang uneasy to sleep and eat every day, how uneasy she was, how much Wei Wenchu was infatuated with this woman. First incorporated into the palace, and then lingered night after night.

Regarding Wei Wenchu's hard begging for Dugu Muyu but couldn't, Jiayang had a knot in his heart from beginning to end, and he couldn't solve it a hundred times. Jiayang stared at those dark eyes and said, "Is she insignificant, Your Majesty knows it very well in his heart, otherwise you would not have come to question the concubine in person today." ”

"Queen!" Wei Wenchu's face darkened a little.

In the end, it is the emperor who stops at the top of the clouds, Jiayang is also an arrogant master, and he refuses to back down even half a step, and replied sharply: "The concubine is not at fault for asking herself, Jing Zhaoyi is charming, damn!" ”

Wei Wenchu was obviously angry by her words, so he ruthlessly knocked over the tea cup on the table. The hot air suddenly spread, and Jiayang shrank back a few steps, ignoring all of this.

"Simuyu is a big regret in the life of Lonely."

Why, did he admit it today! What he swore to say before was that Si Muyu was Prince Mu and Princess Mu, and he had no idea what he meant in his heart! The reason why the lie made her believe it was true was because she wanted it to be true.

Mu Yu and the seventh brother are happy to be married to each other, asking alone, and there is no bad heart. But now that she is dead, there is a person like her in this world, Jiayang, you should understand. Wei Wenchu's words are full of regret and love.

This is what he looks like under his false face, not shy away from confiding in his wife's face that he thinks about another woman, and asking her for not understanding his mind.

"Your Majesty, Jiayang doesn't understand!"

"Jiayang and Mu Yu are sisters, but my husband thinks about a married woman day and night, and now he does not hesitate to put his feelings on a stand-in, which is ridiculous!" Jiayang laughed as he spoke, but the smile was extremely pale and weak.

Such a smile should not appear on Jiayang's unparalleled beautiful face, which looks particularly ugly and hideous. "Queen, when did you become so hateful."

The smile on Jiayang's face came suddenly, and his face was hateful? "Hahahaha~" Jiayang laughed again, looked at Wei Wenchu coldly and said, "Your Majesty has only found out now?" This palace is vicious, and the face is hateful! How is it? Your Majesty is going to depose the queen? How to accept more delicate concubines? ”

Wei Wenchu looked at her like this and felt distressed, and the big tears all fell on the tip of his heart. In the end, Jiayang is the woman he treats and loves sincerely.

But what you can't get is always the best, Mu Yu is like a cloud in the sky for him, his eyes are impressive, but his hands can't be touched.

"The queen is confused, she needs to be calm and calm." Wei Wenchu dropped this sentence and walked out.

"Your Majesty!" Jiayang called him softly, she knew that Wei Wen was a quiet woman in the early summer, but now that her tone softened, he obviously stopped.

Jiayang twisted his soft waist and walked over slowly, and the weak and boneless soft liness caressed his neck, straightened his collar and moved it down from his broad shoulders. Wandering down his slender arm, another inch could clasp his ten fingers, but Jiayang shook off his hand violently.

This man had been buried in Jing Zhaoyi's place for a whole month, especially when he thought that he was in another bed and was entangled with her people. Jiayang's heart was cold.

"Dirty!" Words of disgust overflowed from her red lips.

A wave of anger climbed up in an instant, and the strange aura on Wei Wenchu's body was something that Jiayang had never seen before. The thin lips said lightly: "Queen, you don't want to get an inch!" ”

"The concubine is really whimsical, and the concubine naively thinks that the blood bond between you and me will last for a long time. In the end, it is the heart of the human heart that separates the belly. ”

Considering the continuation of the bloodline of the two, Wei Wenchu felt even more ashamed, and said confidently: "Jiayang, after Qichen was born, he was crowned the crown prince, and he promised your mother and son such glory, isn't this enough to make you feel at ease?" ”

"The concubines don't dare, Your Majesty Longen's concubines are grateful to Dade and dare not forget it for a day. The concubine just spoke for Mu and felt disgusted. ”

Today is Jing Zhaoyi, and tomorrow there will be more women* of all shapes, or maybe the same women, they will all be like her. If Mu Yu Jiuquan knew that Wei Wenchu would never forget her so much, I am afraid that he would be despised!

A thousand words are less than Jiayang's disgusting words, and when a bland word fell, Wei Wenchu's face immediately appeared in front of her eyes. If she knew, what a look of disgust would have appeared on that indifferent face.

When Wei Wenyan said the affection of the two of them, Wei Wenchu did break the delusion, in fact, he did the same, and respected her everywhere, even if it was a spiritual Xiao Xiang.

But since her death, he has met almost the same person as her, and the long-held delusion in his heart seems to have a source. In particular, Jing Zhaoyi's temper is exceptionally docile, which is the most unlike her, but it is the most greedy place for Wei Wenchu.

"What? Your Majesty is afraid? Jiayang looked at Wei Wenchu, who looked distressed, and sneered.

Wei Wenchu's expression lowered and he said, "Jiayang, why do you have to work so hard. ”

"Forced? Do you have concubines? The concubine is just reminding Your Majesty that the stand-in will never be true, please don't pollute the undead under Jiuquan to listen. ”

Mu Yu is undoubtedly the weakness of the two of them, Jiayang treats each other like sisters, and even almost died in childbirth when she heard the news of her death.

Wei Wenchu looked at himself carefully, mostly because of his fault, so he lowered his posture and said: "Jiayang, how did you and I get to where we are today. Jing Zhaoyi's matter, stop here, and Lone will not worry about it anymore. You and I still have Qichen, and we still have to walk hand in hand for most of our lives. ”

Jiayang raised her lips and chuckled, it was such a mouth, and every word she said tugged at her heartstrings. But not now, and not anymore. Jiayang lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Your Majesty is full of words, and the concubines dare not be suspicious." ”

Even if Jiayang's attitude was so relaxed, Wei Wenchu also sensed that there were some differences between them after all. Wei Wenchu's reason, which was carried away by Jing Zhaoyi's death, also recovered some of his senses, and he knew that there were many inappropriate things in his words today.

The big hand scooped her into his arms and whispered comfortingly: "Jiayang, just now I remembered the ordinary days of you and me when I was in the Prince's Mansion. It's lonely, it's lonely, it's lonely who has cut off your affection for me. ”

But what Jiayang remembered was that on the day of the wedding, he abandoned her, and now his heart is still extremely painful when he thinks about it. The pain was so real, it felt like yesterday.

Jiayang buried himself in his chest and replied in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and you have considerations that a concubine and a deep palace woman don't understand. ”

The person in his arms was suddenly so docile, Wei Wenchu only felt a little unreal, and only felt that a barrier seemed to be erected between the two of them. "Lone knows that Lonely's queen is the most atmospheric and decent, so forget all the words on her head."

This emperor's heart is afraid that it is more unpredictable than a woman's heart, and Jiayang only feels that he has never really understood his man. No! He's not her man, he's still the dead Jing Zhaoyi's man.

The chill in his heart climbed up again, and Jiayang tried hard to suppress it: "Your Majesty, it's not early, go back and rest!" ”

"Is the queen driving away from the orphans? Lonely is in your stay tonight, um~" Wei Wenchu's voice rubbed her forehead in a blurred voice.

Jiayang replied with a letter of concern: "In recent days, Qichen has always slept unsteadily, and the concubine can't rest assured. ”

Wei Wenchu let go of her and said: "What the queen said is extremely true, and it will be more thoughtful to take care of mothers." That's going back, thank you. ”

Jiayang immediately owed a debt and sent him out, and the smile on his face immediately froze.

Jing Wen came in immediately, looked at her and asked nervously, "Niangniang, are you okay?" The slave and maid heard that you and Your Majesty were arguing outside, but the slave and maid were frightened. ”

Jiayang lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that you have to face it sooner or later." ”

Jing Wen sighed and said: "The slave is really distressed, but what can I do, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven." There is no emperor in this past dynasty who is not from the three palaces and six courts, and His Majesty has been very fond of Niangniang. ”

"Yes! It's Hongu who is too greedy. Jiayang looked lonely when he said that, and immediately retracted his emotions and said: "Jingwen, let the nurse bring the prince here, and the palace will guard him tonight." ”

Jingwen went out after answering, and Jiayang walked to the door and looked at the boundless night outside the window, and his mood was even lower.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, a crack in the dark sky, and the next moment it disappeared into the night without a trace. Then there was a roar of thunder, like a furious beast whimpering, and then tears flowed.

Like the wound torn in her heart, hidden behind a false smile, it will never heal. Jingwen and the nurse walked through the corridor, and Qichen in her arms seemed to be frightened by the thunder and cried loudly.

Jiayang hurriedly took the child and coaxed softly, and with the gentle wind and drizzle, Qichen finally fell asleep peacefully in her arms. The child in her arms is the continuation of her bloodline, her only reliance.

After holding it for a long time, Jiayang's hand was stiff, and after putting Qichen in the shaker, his freed hand couldn't straighten for half a sound.

Jing Wen kneaded distressedly and said, "The prince has his own servants to serve, why should the mother work so hard." ”

Just as Jing Wen rubbed her wrist, Jiayang gasped and retracted his hand in pain. Jing Wen hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, and her eyes were red and swollen as far as she could see.

"Mother, how did you get hurt? Don't tell the slave maid, the slave just rubbed you! ”

Jiayang shook his head and said, "I accidentally knocked over the teacup and burned it, you can go and get a bottle of plaster and apply it for me, and it will be fine." ”

Hearing the sound, Jing Wen hurriedly looked for the ointment, and looked at Jing Wen's busy figure Jiayang was even more sad. Once upon a time, Wei Wenchu was so nervous about her burns, but today he did not wipe out his pain at all.

The rain outside washed away the dust in the air, and the air that touched the tip of the nose was cold and refreshing. The rainy day is the most sorrowful, and the thoughts in Jiayang's heart are getting heavier and heavier.

Jiayang began to envy the 'deceased' Dugu Muyu, at least, her husband treated her wholeheartedly and couldn't wait to dig out his heart and lungs. And Jiayang's own husband...