In the quiet and elegant warm pavilion, the incense of agarwood burns slowly, and smoke rises upward.

Mo'er knelt on the ground with the cat in her arms and fell into a long contemplation, unaware that the little peach had left the warm pavilion silently.

It wasn't until Mo'er suddenly smelled a hint of blood that she came back to her senses, and suddenly looked up to see a tall and lonely figure in front of the low couch, a brocade robe with black embroidered patterns.

A single minimalist figure can make others aware of the awe-inspiring power of holding the power of life and death, and the meaning of indifference above tens of millions of people.

The crown prince of the Great Cloud Dynasty has obviously bathed, presumably to get rid of the smell of blood, but Mo'er can still be sure that he must have lived many lives on his hands in just half a day, and the smell can last for a long time.

He Yue leaned against the flower window and didn't open his eyes, his face was as bright as a spring moon pressed against his soft arm, and the gorgeous tassels on his sideburns swayed slightly, reflecting the weak light and shadow.

"Yueyue." Ning Rusong called her softly, and when she didn't answer, he leaned down and hugged her in his arms, caressed her back with his hand, and rested his chin on her right shoulder.

Mo'er stiffly hugged Xiao Yu and got up, wanting to sneak out, but Xiao Peach's two-faced and three-knife goods didn't even owe a kind reminder!

He has always been a little frightened of the prince of the Great Cloud Dynasty, mainly because his scheming is too deep and his means are too desperate.

Lan Guo was vulnerable in front of the Great Cloud Dynasty and chose to be a vassal, and he only had the end of collapse in front of the crown prince of the Great Cloud Dynasty, so he chose to retreat.

"Something that doesn't have rules." Ning Rusong lifted her thin and cold eyelids and looked at Mo'er.

Grinding and cringing, he even dared to be stunned when he was serving his master.

The slender hand rested on Ning Rusong's chest, He Yue opened his eyes, and said lightly, "Mo'er is on duty on the first day, what rules can there be, fortunately, the attitude is respectful, the temperament is pleasant, and the concubine still likes it." ”

She waved her hand to signal Mo'er to go out, and her words were becoming more and more steady, and her heart became more and more anxious and depressed, forming a huge extreme, and her face and inside were almost separated.

Dog man Ning Rusong! She scolded him in her heart, this was really not anger, and the root of everything was him.

Mo'er respectfully bent down and retreated, but her mind turned to other realms, He didn't even fall asleep, she looked too tired and tired.

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In the dormitory, He Yue lay in Ning Rusong's arms, his eyes closed and fell asleep.

"Yueyue, you can conceive a child for Lonely." Ning Rusong's palm moved down, feeling the softness under his palm through a thin bedrobe.

A major event happened today, the Pan family was involved in the rebellion case of the previous dynasty, and the people in power were all sent to prison, and there were no eggs under the nest, and hundreds of lives were lost at every turn, and a large group of Wenchen who were blessed by the Pan family died in front of the pillar of the Jinluan Palace.

The family is easily unable to move, they have been rooted in the Great Cloud Dynasty for a long time, holding the authority of the ages, and enjoying the privilege of not being searchable without evidence. And this search was set off by Princess Yuanhe, who is the sister-in-law of Ning Rusong, who is the step-wife of the Pan family's ruler, and this morning took the evidence to accuse the Pan family's ruler of spoiling his concubine and killing his wife.

Although Yuanhe's biological mother is only a humble talent, she is still a princess, and the Criminal Department immediately sent someone to search, and "Homeopathy" found out the evidence of the Pan family's disobedience.

The concubines and wives in the spoiled concubines and wives are just victims of the struggle for political power, and they only play a role as a "cause". Yuan He exchanged his marriage and five years of prosperity for a chance to destroy the Pan family, and that concubine was actually unfavored for a long time.

The man's favor is too fleeting, and the concubine was once held in the heart of the Pan family, and the scenery was magnificent, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, without mercy, but fortunately she gave birth to a concubine and lived peacefully in the backyard.

Ning Rusong wrapped his hand around He Yue's waist and repeated without any charm, "Yueyue, conceive a child." ”

People's hearts are fickle, Ning Rusong doesn't trust himself at this time to be able to pamper He Yue all year round, the private affairs in the backyard of the East Palace are treacherous and ruthless, he is almost a little afraid that his future self will no longer protect her, how can she survive?

He can only keep adding weight to He Yue, he is now glad that it was the crown princess who gave her the position of princess, if she gives birth to an heir, she will be a concubine and daughter-in-law, which can ensure her glory for the rest of her life.

After thinking about it thousands of times, he never thought about letting He Yue leave, and when he entered the royal family, he was a royal woman, this truth was cruel and true.

"Your Highness, it depends on fate." He Yue raised his hand to stroke Ning Rusong's sideburns.

I wish I hadn't had it.

He Yue arched her waist slightly, Ning Rusong circled the curvature of her waist, she raised her arms around his neck, and her face was cold in a place he couldn't see, and there was only deep exhaustion and boredom on her beautiful and elegant face.

Dry TM! She had to think about it, she didn't want to get pregnant, it wasn't a child, it was a shackle, it was a shackle, it was a proof of her powerlessness.