Wen Cha sat up from the bed, snatched the futon back from the master of ceremonies, pulled it on himself, and said slowly: "It's you who want to believe."

The celebrant didn't respond, looking at her with wet hair, and only said, "Wipe it dry before you go to sleep."

After that, he threw a cloth to her.

Wen Cha wiped his head, he turned around, opened the door and got the bath water out.

When he came back, Wen Cha was standing on the bed, he closed the door, walked to the bed casually, and said as if there was something to do: "I can't sleep in the study tonight."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Not tomorrow night."

Wen Cha handed him the look that still said something, "Come on." ”

She rolled to the innermost part, leaving most of his place, and the celebrant was dressed in obscene clothes, and lay down beside her very well-behaved.

The two of them each occupy one and have a bit of the smell of well water that does not interfere with the river water.

A touch of internal force flowed from the fingertips of the celebrant and extinguished the red candles in the room, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, only the bright moon outside the window was extremely bright.

Wen Cha couldn't sleep at all, tossed and turned several times, and finally turned over, facing the motionless celebrant, her mind turned a thousand times, and finally rested her head on the shoulder of the celebrant.

Eunuchs are eunuchs, they are all married, and they will all have to live together in the future, why do you pay attention to so much.

The celebrant was even stiffer than hers, as tight as a string, and almost broke himself.

Wen Cha rubbed his slightly wet shoulder, and he trembled three times before a man wrapped his hand around her waist and hugged her into his arms.

The little girl's fragrant and soft body, like a piece of radish cake, is glutinous and glutinous when you hold it, and the perfect fit makes people feel uneasy.

The celebrant touched her waist, turned his head and bit the corner of her mouth viciously, before taking a deep breath and saying in a dumb voice, "Sleep."

These words are equivalent to a pardon order, Wen Cha's heart relaxed, holding his hand around his body, smelling the cold fragrance on his body, and gradually falling asleep.

The next morning, Wen Cha opened his eyes and saw that he was like an octopus, hugging the celebrant by the waist, wrapping around his legs, leaning on his chest and drooling.

It's all about losing face.

She wiped her mouth, and when she found that there was no saliva, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew her legs, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

The celebrant had actually woken up a long time ago, and had been closing his eyes to recuperate, and after feeling the movement, the corners of his mouth raised, and he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were gloomy, and he reached out and touched her waist-length hair, and his tone was lazy like he had never been.

"If you're afraid of the cold, just sleep a little longer."

Today is the last day of rest, and he can still accompany her in the house.

Wen Chawo didn't speak in his arms, lay down for a while, closed his eyes again, and reluctantly accepted the fact that he was married.

The celebrant ran his hand down her back, soothing her little emotions.

When it was dawn outside, the warm tea could no longer be loaded, so he slowly got up from the arms of the celebrant and looked for clothes to wear.

By the time she got dressed, freshened and dressed up, the celebrant was already waiting at the door.

Wen Cha paced over, and the celebrant straightened out the beads on her head for her.

"Let's go."

Wen Cha took his hand and walked towards the main hall, breakfast had already been prepared.

After eating, the two went to the study to read as usual.

The days passed quickly, and after the retreat, the celebrant went to the court to take over the picks of the East Factory, and only the monthly retreat would accompany her at home.

At noon one day, it was the day of the celebrant and the eunuch, and an official in court clothes came to visit, a six-grade official from the central government, bringing a shocking news.

Concubine Lan of Zhongcui Palace is pregnant with the dragon species.

The child has been more than a month, and the news has spread throughout the palace.

Emperor Zhou couldn't close his mouth happily, and in the hints between his words, he couldn't help mentioning that as long as the concubine gave birth to the child, it would definitely improve the rank of the concubine, you know, the concubine and the imperial concubine are still different.

As long as the concubine becomes the imperial concubine, her rights can be equal to the queen's, as long as the queen makes a mistake, the imperial concubine will become the queen by the margin.

Emperor Zhou is more than forty years old, although he often comes to the concubines on weekdays, but the heirs are very thin, the palace is full of calculations, except for the princess born by the queen, the others are only two princes, three princesses, it is really not full of gold and jade.

The fact that Emperor Zhou wanted the prince was not a secret in the palace.

"The concubine has gained power this time, and I am afraid that she will chew the root of her tongue in front of His Majesty."

The Liupin official was very troubled by this matter, "A few days ago, the adults had an argument with her in Zhongcui Palace, and she should have held a grudge. ”

Hearing this, the celebrant smiled coldly, "What does she have to hate?" ”

The Liupin official was worried about the country and the people: "I won't tell you, in recent days, Lan Guogong and the Prime Minister's Mansion have regenerated suspicions, and the Prime Minister has a very good relationship with you and me, and the two governments will fight each other, and there will be a defeat, plus the General's Mansion will be a hindrance from it, if the concubine has a heart, I am afraid that things will not end well."

Regarding this colleague's words, the celebrant was a little indifferent, "Since two tigers are fighting, one will die, and there is a general's mansion among them, what are you worried about?" ”

The six-grade official's face turned red, "Brother Ji is as steady as a mountain, but I, a little official, don't dare to take it lightly, if I am implicated by it, I am afraid that my life will not be guaranteed, so I specially ask Brother Ji to help me more." ”

The celebrant looked at him noncommittally, and he didn't have much affection for this classmate who had gone to private school together when he was young.

"If you don't have delusions, you won't find me here."

The Liupin officials said yes again and again, but they knew in their hearts that Zhandongchang was afraid that they were standing on the right side, so they arched their hands and said, "Thank you, sir."

"If nothing else, go back."

The six-rank official came back to his senses at this time, and took out a gift from his cuff, "Yesterday, the adults got married, and the lower officials still have a gift that has not been given." ”

The celebrant opened the box and looked at it, nodded, and then the six-grade official smiled and raised his feet to say goodbye.

When the others left, Wen Cha walked out of the screen by the bookshelf, threw himself into the arms of the celebrant and asked curiously, "What good things did he give?"

The celebrant put the box into her hand and said lightly, "For Madame."

Wen Cha opened it and saw that it was a good guy, it was actually a box of jade of different sizes, which looked very good.

Wen Cha couldn't recognize what it was used for, so he returned it to the celebrant with no interest, and asked casually, "Is the concubine pregnant?"

The celebrant put the box away and nodded.

"Then what if she gives birth to a prince?"

"She can't give birth."

The celebrant held her on his lap and whispered, "She can't climb up."

His tone was very light, mixed with a chilling coldness, which was terrifying.

Wen Cha hugged his neck and complained, "I don't like her."

"Well," the celebrant patted her head, "I don't like it either." ”

"Will she die?"

"Everyone dies."

The celebrant said in a cold tone: "But all those who make you unhappy will die first."

In the afternoon, the celebrant took warm tea to the torture room of the East Factory.

Through the iron cage, Mama Jiang, who had been cut into a man, was buried in a jar filled with salt.

Before, the celebrant only cut off her hands, feet and tongue, but now, her nose has been cut off, her eyes are gone, and she has become a living waste, but the important thing is that she is still alive.

She won't die until she pays off her life and death debts.

As long as you live, in this life, you will only be worse than dead.