[69 Book Bar - www.] He was stunned for a moment, with a touch of loneliness on his face, "I'm thinking, if I stop you now and don't let the eldest brother take you back to the bamboo house, when the baby is born,
Will he deny me as his father? If there is karma, maybe I will die alone."
Mo Qingwu smiled, feeling a little weak.
This guy is telling the truth, and maybe he has some conscience to realize it... But there is something about Feng Moyan's fault inside and outside his words, and there is a hint of curse.
Mo Qingwu took a sneak peek, and sure enough... Feng Moyan's face turned dark.
She covered her nose with a handkerchief and blew her nose.
Feng Qianjue also followed her onto the soft couch, hugging her and leaning against the wall, scolding the groom to drive slower, and carefully stroking her back while looking at her belly with a pair of beautiful eyes.
"It's okay. I know my constitution best. Such a minor illness won't kill me, and it won't affect the fetus." Mo Qingwu patted his leg comfortingly, and suddenly felt his body stiffen.
Damn it, you can actually react like this, ah, Feng Qianjue, you stinky Feng Qianjue, when I run away, you still have to find ten or eight girls to have sex with every night!!!
My heart feels a little dull.
But Mo Qingwu also kept comforting herself in her heart. She was going to leave after all, and there was nothing she could do about it. The only reason was that God's will played tricks on people...
Thinking of this, she secretly hid it in her sleeves, holding the hand of the small porcelain bottle, and couldn't help but hold it tighter. Staring at the two loving eyes of Feng Qianjue and Feng Moyan, she murmured softly
Noh:
"I'm sorry, if there is really a chance to meet again, then I will definitely leave with you and stay together in the end of the world, but now..."
In the doubtful eyes of the two men, under the veil, the corners of her lips outlined a crescent curve. The wind blew in and raised the corner of the white veil. The whip mark on her left cheek was instantly exposed to the public. The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly changed.
It felt weird and solemn.
"you……"
"you……"
They almost made a sound of surprise at the same time, but before they could finish their words, Feng Moyan and Feng Qianjue fell asleep together, and right next to them, there was a wind-blown
A small porcelain bottle filled with Ecstasy...
"Thank you for your wrong love, but this Qingwu is no longer that Qingwu..."
After saying that, she whispered Xiliu's name, and Xiliu understood and urged the driver to stop the carriage. Then, Mo Qingwu covered her mouth and nose, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and walked out of the carriage...
After Xiliu helped her down, she went up to explain a few words to the coachman, rewarded her with some silver coins, and ordered him to send the men in the carriage to the First Prince's Mansion and the Third Prince's Mansion respectively, before leaving in a hurry.
...
"Xiliu, am I being a little too cruel by doing this?"
Along the path, she stared at the orange sunset on the horizon and murmured guiltily.
Xiliu held her tighter in distress and comforted her: "Miss, don't think so wildly. Looking at our current situation, it is indeed inappropriate to continue to have contact with the two princes. If you do this, you are not following their lead."
It’s a relationship, isn’t it?”
Mo Qingwu stopped talking. Her steps were a little shaky, and the leaves were rustling messily on the mountain road. The farther she walked, the more she could feel the coldness on her body...
Xiliu was right. Only by staying away from them would her identity not be exposed, and they would not be implicated. She kept comforting herself, comforting herself that she was doing the right thing, and comforting herself was also a good intention.
Deliberately trying to let them down...,
…………
Six months later.
…………
In the thirty-fifth year of the Ming Dynasty of the Fengqi Kingdom, it happened to be a full moon day. Jun Yanran, the daughter of the prime minister and the second imperial concubine of the dynasty, gave birth to a daughter. The queen was overjoyed and named her Feng Qiluo.
Before noon, various news spread to the main hall of Mingxiang Tower through various strange channels, intentionally or unintentionally. Mo Qingwu was sitting on a luxurious lounge chair, with luxurious clothes, a cold face, and lazy eyes.
Several seventh-grade beauties from Yingge Pavilion left.
It rained outside for the first time this year.
There was a hint of coolness in the room and it was very comfortable. Mo Qingwu hugged the white fox mattress and rubbed it... rubbing her eyes, feeling a little sleepy. She hadn't burned incense for a long time, the air was a bit dull, and there was some wind outside the window.
A pot of fully-burned charcoal fire became even brighter, and the sparks exploded, making me choke and cough several times in a row.
Mu Zi was very smart. She bent down and moved the gold pot a little further, picked up the thin bamboo strips on the ground, and turned down the fire.
Xiliu caressed Mo Qingwu's back and asked her to lean on the bed. He looked at her respectfully. At the same time, he freed his hand and twisted a green fruit on the plate for her. He warmed it with his hand and handed it to her.
to her lips.
acid……
It's so sour and tastes really refreshing.
"Miss, is this fruit delicious?" Seeing Mo Qingwu's little face wrinkle up after eating, Xiliu smiled, put her hand on my abdomen, and rubbed it gently, "Originally, we shouldn't have this in this season.
, the slaves searched the entire Fengqi Kingdom to pick these few. The fruits are not quite ripe yet, but fortunately, you like to eat sour ones these days."
Mo Qingwu saw that her eyes were only fixed on the fruit she was biting on her lips, and she swallowed her saliva as if she was greedy. After thinking about it, she reluctantly handed half a fruit to her: "Do you want to eat it?"
Xiliu quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, smiled, nodded, took the fruit, couldn't wait to take a few bites, but quickly spit it out with a lot of saliva: "Miss, it's so sour...
"
With her eyelashes hanging down, she is extremely cute.
Mo Qingwu laughed.
This little girl also likes to take advantage of others, but she has a well-behaved personality.
It's just that Mo Qingwu has grown a big belly in the past few days, and it's difficult to move around. She has no interest in anything. She just wants to sleep all day long. If the little guy in her belly behaves well and doesn't kick or kick, she is guaranteed to be able to sleep.
Last whole day.
Hmm...
Mo Qingwu's expression changed.
"What's wrong?"
"It hurts." She frowned.
"Is the young master being dishonest again?" Xiliu lay on Mo Qingwu's belly, listening attentively, "When we get out... I'll see if Xiliu doesn't teach him a lesson."
"Little girl, how do you know it's a son, maybe a daughter." Mo Qingwu pulled her lips and smiled a little reluctantly.
"It would be great if that were the case. Miss, you would suffer less. How can there be such a naughty little miss..." A warm palm touched her forehead and asked with concern, "Miss, does it really hurt so much?
, do you want to call the doctor?"
Mo Qingwu caressed her abdomen, gripped the mattress tightly with one hand, frowned, and said with a pale face, "Little fool, maybe you have to invite Wen Po this time..."