"Before, maybe, but now he's His Majesty, and that means, you know."

"Anyway, you're just waiting to drink our wedding bar."

"Tell Your Majesty, I like the dormitory here the most."

Gao Ruqing shrugged her shoulders and walked out satisfied.

"Your Majesty will marry me in ten days, and the entire harem will be mine in the future."

Gao Ruqing's every word was like a sharp needle piercing her temple, making her unbearable pain. She leaned the edge of the bed, and the cold sweat on her body rose straight up, like a cold wind entering the palace, blowing her shivering.

"Sister Ling, what's wrong with you?" Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her consciousness gradually blurred in pain, only remembering the way Murong Sheng ran in in a hurry before closing her eyes.

"Sister Ling!"

"Sister Ling!"

"Summoning the Imperial Doctor!"

"Inform Your Majesty!"

****

"Ahh

"Ahh

Murong Chong stood outside the dormitory, listening to Song Ling's screams of pain, his heart was like a knife, he rubbed his hands nervously, and paced back and forth at a loss.

"Ahh

Murong Chong was really in a hurry, and he was about to walk to the dormitory.

"Your Majesty, you can't go in!" The maidservant hurriedly stopped Murong Chong.

"What the hell is going on inside?"

He had never been so nervous, even in the face of more enemy troops, he didn't have it, but now, he was really in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

"The slave doesn't know this."

"Ahh

Hearing another scream, Murong Chong's heart tightened, and he couldn't help it anymore and rushed in.

"Your Majesty, you can't ......"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the baby's cry, so loud that his heart melted all at once.

"Hurry up and show Lonely." Murong Chong was immediately overjoyed.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a little prince!"

Murong Chong carefully took the child, coaxed it in his arms with all kinds of love, and was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"This is an orphan child!"

"Son, I am your father."

"Your eyes look like your mother's, and your nose and mouth look like mine."

Murong Chong was so happy that he almost danced, and he looked down on all the maidservants, and the cold and arrogant king in their eyes had such a tender side.

It's really handsome, and it's good-looking.

After the excitement, Murong Chong handed the child into the hands of the nurse and hurried to the bedside.

"Ah Ling, how are you?" He asked softly, every word softly, for fear that she would hurt again.

"Where's the kid?"

Song Ling's face was pale and bloodless, sweat soaked her sideburns, and the whole person looked very weak.

"Bring the baby quickly."

Murong Chong placed the child next to her bed, the child closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he was sleeping peacefully next to his mother.

Song Ling looked at the infant child with a loving face, and the aura of motherhood lingered on her pale cheeks, as if the heart-rending pain just now was worth it in an instant.

"Give him a name."

Murong Chong stood up, walked around the room and thought about it for a long time, thinking about it repeatedly.

"A gentleman of words, warm as jade, Yaoran body, call it "Yao'er". After thinking about it for a long time, he finally came up with a satisfactory name.

"Murong Yao." Song Ling solemnly read the child's name.

Murong Chong's beloved son was heartbroken, and he couldn't help but come over to see the child, "Murong Yao, Murong Yao, my Yao'er." ”

"Ah Ling, thank you for your hard work." He looked at her, his eyes full of tenderness, and most of his hearts were distressed.

Who knows, Song Ling's face gradually turned cold, and she summoned the nurse, "You hold the child, retreat first." ”

The nurse didn't dare to answer, and quickly turned her inquiring gaze to Murong Chong.

"Give the best care to your children." Murong Chong still relied on her.

"No."

"What's wrong?" He gently reached out and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Let me ask you, are you going to marry Gao Ruqing?" She asked, sobbing.

As if he saw her sobbing shoulder, he felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and the hand that stayed on her forehead couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Ah Ling, listen to my explanation."

"At that time, my regime was still unstable, and I had to rely on Gao Gai's forces, so I had no choice but to agree to his appointment to borrow troops.

"Will you marry her, then?"

Murong Conflict suddenly fell silent, and the huge room was instantly filled with a terrifying silence.

"You speak!"

Perhaps, she has already been answered in silence.

"Ah Ling, in order to cover me back to Guanzhong, Gao Ruqing wore my clothes and pretended to be me to lure away Murong Hong's Yan Wei, she was even more seriously injured, such kindness, coupled with Gao Gai's heavy pressure with heavy soldiers, I only have ......"

"You only have to marry her?" Song Ling interrupted Murong Chong's explanation and asked him with red eyes.

"Yes." He lowered his gaze silently.

"Ah Ling, you are the only one I really care about in my heart."

"Get out!" She turned her face away from him, but the tears could not stop falling.

"Ah Ling!" Murong Chong felt a pain in his heart, and hugged her tightly into his arms, so hard, so distressed, as if he wanted to integrate her into his blood, replacing all his current powerlessness.

"Those words, you can keep them to deceive Gao Ruqing!"

"Ah Ling, do you think my affection for you is all fake!"

"You keep saying that you care about me, that you have been looking for me for so long, but we are finally together, but you want to marry someone else, how do you want me to believe you?"

"In addition to the throne, in addition to power, what do you Murong Chong really care about!"

"You attacked Luoyang back then just to disperse Murong Hong's forces so that he could replace him, right?"

"You knew that I was going to marry Murong Hong back then, but you stationed troops outside the city and didn't save you when you saw death, right?"

"In fact, you are using me, using my escape from marriage, to create chaos in that night, so that Murong Hong will be in chaos and have no intention of fighting, right?"

"You are at war with Fu Hui Zheng Xi, even if I am taken hostage, you will not lose the city because of me, will you?"

"You think you are far-sighted, step by step, and take the power under your command, but have you ever thought that if you make a mistake in any link, I may die in Guanzhong!"

This question has accumulated for more than a year, and she finally asked it in one breath today.

Song Ling's every question was like a cone-shaped sword, stabbing at the tip of his heart one by one, making him powerless to answer, so he had to gradually let go of the arm holding her.

After all, he still put power in front of her.

The wedding day is approaching, and the relationship between him and Song Ling is like a taut string that will break at any time. He was irritable day by day, and had to use war to numb himself. It turns out that even with supreme power, he still can't be happy.