When Murong Jin woke up, he found that it was Cuizhu by his side.

"What about Your Majesty?"

Cuizhu blessed her body: "Your Majesty asked the slave maid to take care of Miss Murong, and then left with Gonggong Jiang." ”

Murong Jin nodded, "I'm a little thirsty, Cuizhu, you can pour me a cup of tea." ”

"Yes." After Cuizhu poured the cup, he handed it to Murong Jin.

Murong Jin took a sip of it, then got up and came to the door, seeing that it was not too late, so he frowned, "Where did Your Majesty go?" ”

"Miss Murong, it's autumn now, you just woke up, do you want to add more clothes?"

"No need. I want to walk around, you can come with me. ”

In this way, Murong Jin and Cuizhu scattered along the palace road outside the imperial study.

In autumn, the palace seems to be a little more gloomy, and the weather is gradually getting cooler.

On the palace road, Murong Jin saw a slender and straight body not far away, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Prince Beiyue?

On the palace road, Nangong Zhe held a bone fan in his hand, followed by two entourages behind him, wearing a simple crescent white suit, which was quite a bit of a handsome son.

As if seeing Murong Jin's figure, Nangong Zhe raised his eyebrows, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Murong Jin felt strange that he had met him twice in one day, which was a bit strange.

Anyway, since she had met her, she had no choice but to give a salute to Prince Beiyue according to the rules of the palace.

"I met you in the Imperial Garden in the morning, and I will meet you again in the palace road, is this the fate that God arranged for you and me?" Nangong Zhe's tone added a bit of joke.

Murong Jin raised his lips, "The prince is a noble body, and he can meet the prince twice in a day, which is also a blessing for the slaves and maids." ”

"Oh?" Nangong Zhe raised his eyebrows and hooked his lips: "So, can this prince still bring you blessings?" ”

"It is said that when the prince of Beiyue was born, there was an auspicious omen in the sky, which proves that the prince is not an ordinary person."

Nangong Zhe rarely laughed, "It's interesting, I didn't expect that there are such interesting people in this Dajin country." ”

"Prince Liao praised."

"Look up." Nangong Zhe ordered.

Murong Jin did as he said.

Nangong Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked Murong Jin up and down. Seeing that she has a fair complexion, and her face is only a little powder, she is already gorgeous and moving, plus a splendid gown, and a simple hosta hairpin on her black hair, the whole person looks slender and soft, like a fairy.

"If this prince is not a mortal, then you are even more not."

Murong Jin was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to take a closer look, but found that Prince Beiyue's eyes seemed to have more light than just now.

"Prince Ben can't understand, how can someone as clever as you be only a palace maid?"

Murong Jin thought for a while, "Slaves and maids are blessed, and they can only be palace maids." ”

"What if Prince Ben can get you rid of the status of a palace maid?"

"The status of a slave maid is low, and she can only be a palace maid."

Nangong Zhe narrowed his eyes and lifted Murong Jin's jaw with a fan bone, "What if Prince Ben asks you to be his wife?" ”

Murong Jin was taken aback, and quickly recovered his expression, "Prince, such jokes can't be made, and the prince is above ten thousand people, and the slave maid is just a low-status person, how can he be the prince's wife." ”

"Why not? This prince is the future monarch of Dajin, if he takes a fancy to someone, who will naturally be the wife of this prince, what? Do you dislike Prince Ben? ”

"The slave never dares, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that the slave maid is Dajin's slave maid, and he has been a slave of the royal family all his life, if the prince intends to let the slave and maid be his wife, I'm afraid it won't work anymore."

Nangong Zhe's handsome face was extremely unfathomable in the backlight, "What if Prince Ben insists on it?" ”

Murong Jin's dark eyes flashed with a hint of panic, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"If Prince Beiyue insists on it, I'm afraid it won't work." At this moment, a low, cold voice sounded from behind him.

Murong Jin turned around and looked, Sima Mo?

She hurriedly blessed her body, "Your Majesty." ”

Nangong Zhe's dark eyes glanced at Murong Jin, and then fell on Sima Mo, "Why can't you say it?" ”

Sima Mo stepped forward, with his hands behind him, and a luxurious robe added to the majesty of the noble atmosphere, blocking Murong Jin's body behind him, "I said no!" ”

"Oh?" Nangong Zhe pursed his lips, but there was a hint of provocation in his dark eyes, "It's just a slave, if Your Majesty is willing to give it, Dajin and Beiyue will only be more harmonious and harmonious in the future." ”

"If the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries requires a woman to make a transaction, wouldn't it be a shame!"

"So, your majesty doesn't agree?"

Sima Mo was cold, "What do you say? ”

"Since you don't agree, it doesn't matter, wait for Prince Ben to see, who else is suitable? I hope Your Majesty will be willing to do it! Nangong Zhe raised his eyebrows.

"It's not too early, the prince can go back and rest if he has nothing to do." After Sima Mo finished speaking, he led Murong Jin away.

Nangong Zhe looked at Sima Mo's distant figure, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

When he arrived at the imperial study, Sima Mo trapped Murong Jin in his arms and kissed him indiscriminately.

Murong Jin knew that Sima Mo was angry, so she had no choice but to follow him and not resist, but a kiss to the end almost suffocated her.

She pushed Sima Mo's chest, "Don't kiss anymore." ”

Sima Mo imprisoned her, his thin lips pressed against her earlobe, "Stay away from him next time, do you know?" ”

"Hmm." Murong Jin responded casually, but it caused the emperor's dissatisfaction, so he had to beg for mercy for a while.

"I was wrong, I ....... Ah........h

Sima Mo clasped her body and frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

"My stomach hurts."

"Did you eat the wrong thing? I'll have the Imperial Physician come and show you. "Sima Mo asked Gonggong Jiang to bring the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor hurried on the way, but when he came, he found that the palace maid beside the emperor was sick.

Not daring to slack off, the imperial doctor hurriedly checked Murong Jin's pulse, but the pulse made the imperial doctor startled.

Murong Jin saw that the imperial doctor's expression was a little strange, so he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The Imperial Physician glanced at the Emperor and pondered how to speak.

"What's going on? Say! Sima Mo snorted.

The imperial doctor hurriedly knelt down, "Your Majesty, Miss Murong is a happy pulse." ”

"What do you say? Joy? Murong Jin was taken aback.

Sima Mojun's cold face added a hint of surprise, "You say, she's pregnant?" ”

The Imperial Physician nodded, "Exactly! ”

Murong Jin only felt that his head was buzzing, and his heart was also very chaotic. She lowered her eyes and looked at her belly, there was Sima Mo's child in it?

She was not ready to conceive a child, but she was suddenly told by the imperial doctor that she had a happy pulse, and she was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

Sima Mo hugged her body, "Jin'er, did you hear that?" The imperial doctor said you were happy. I have decided, I will make you queen. ”