In the inner hall of the courtyard, the gilded incense burner slowly rose the incense of Shenshui, and the cups of the white porcelain imperial tribute fell to pieces and fell to the ground.

The more angry Ning Rusong became, the calmer his face became, and only his raised eyes couldn't hide it, revealing a chilling coldness.

How can He Yue answer? She didn't want to get pregnant, and she didn't want to conceive a child for Ning Rusong!

But the situation was pressing, and she was cowardly, so she could only hold Ning Rusong's wrist, move her lips, and say words against her will, "The concubine is willing." ”

He Yue's mind was in a daze, she didn't dare to look directly at Ning Rusong, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes closed slightly, this was the manifestation of a coward, and she was now an out-and-out coward.

Ning Rusong slowly lifted He Yue's beautiful cheeks, and he asked lightly, "What do you want?" Yueyue, you have to make it clear, I don't understand. ”

Too simple lies, like ghosts exposed to the sun, can be seen at a glance, almost every action and every breath of He Yue is telling insincerity, and her amazing superb acting skills in the past seem to disappear in an instant.

He Yue sat on her knees, straightened her slender and weak back, her black hair slid down her shoulders and neck, she tried her best to calm down her complicated and bitter heart, with a soft smile, "The concubine is willing to give birth to an heir for His Royal Highness." ”

She raised her eyes, and Liu Ye's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if she was shocked by Ning Rusong's coldness, "Your Highness, don't treat your concubines like this, your concubines are really afraid." ”

Ning Rusong was silent, Jun Leng Junyi's face still had no expression, and the atmosphere became solemn in an instant.

His bony hands lifted He Yue's face, looking at her coldly with uneasy, panicked and frightened, she seemed to be firmly held in the palm of his hand, and everything was controlled by him alone.

But after all, this is just like, He Yue is a living person, she is not a cold and blunt object, even if he gets it, her face is soft and well-behaved, but in fact, her heart has not softened at all. Just like she was to the people of Biyuan Palace, she seemed to be kind and gentle, but she looked indifferent in her heart.

"Afraid?" Ning Rusong finally let go of the hand that was clamping her face, and her voice was cold, "Yueyue, you seem to have only this kind of emotion for Lonely. ”

What he said was very right, He Yue suddenly froze, and when Ning Rusong's identity as Prince Ning Rusong was revealed in front of He Yue's eyes, the biggest emotion she had for him was fear, fear, fear, fear.

He Yue shook her head, her slender hand took Ning Rusong's hand and placed it on her soft abdomen, and raised her watery eyes to look at him, "The concubine just broke a bowl in shock in the afternoon, not unwillingly." ”

Ning Rusong felt the warmth on the back of his hand and the softness of his palm, and thought for a moment that if He Yue was really pregnant, there would be a child of two in the soft abdomen under his palm.

Heirs are the inheritance of bloodline, which is especially important in the royal family, but Ning Rusong doesn't care at all, and doesn't even understand why some parents are willing to give their children everything.

He was born in the royal family of blood cannibalism, and he was respected and followed by the He family, both of whom shed half the same blood as him, but did not give half of the so-called family affection.

He Yue saw that his expression was relaxed, and he raised his arm to wrap his arms around Ning Rusong's neck, burying himself in his arms, his voice faintly aggrieved, "The concubine was just a merchant in the countryside before, and the most noble person she met was the county order of Qipin, but you are His Royal Highness the Prince, how can the concubine not be afraid?" ”

She shrugged her shoulders and whispered softly, holding him in her arms, as if she were completely dependent.

Ning Rusong lifted his thin eyelids, holding He Yue's waist with his hand, and his original anger seemed to have died down all of a sudden, it was so bizarre that the control of his mind was no longer in his hands.

He Yue is a bone-scraping steel knife, a bottle of intestinal poison, Ning Rusong will bend his back one day, and the poisoning is not shallow.

"Yueyue, you can't just be afraid of loneliness." Ning Rusong finally slowed down his voice, exerted force in his hand, and pressed He Yue's body towards him, "Lone is your husband, you should understand." ”

At this moment, Ning Rusong seemed to have forgotten, he just hoped that He Yue could stay in the East Palace obediently, and it was human nature to have Long Wangshu, and he was no exception.

He Yue understood that she only needed to say some good words now, and she could get over this crisis, she rested her delicate chin on Ning Rusong's shoulder, and her gaze fell on the white jade brick ground.

"The concubine understands." He Yue's eyes were full of tiredness, but his tone was sincere and sincere, "Your Highness always has to give your concubines some time, and it's not bad for these times, isn't it?" ”

She said word by word, "Your Highness and your concubines are going to spend the rest of your lives together, and the concubines' love for Your Highness will be renewed day by day." ”

Ning Rusong quietly stroked He Yue's back and spit out a word, "Okay." ”