As if he realized something, Duan Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, "The Crown Prince wants to..."
Gu Tingyue still looked at the bright moon in the sky. He did not look at Duan Feng, but nodded firmly, "The moon should be high in the sky, right?"
"My father feels that my body is too weak to be of much use, and I recruit women from all over the world just to produce a son. Then I will let him see if I, who have one foot in the coffin, can shake the foundation of southern Xinjiang." Hearing this, Duan Feng suddenly knelt on the ground, "Duan Feng is willing to follow the crown prince to the death."
He said no more, just looked at the moon quietly, not knowing whether he wanted to see someone through the moon, or to see himself.
His eyes were very deep, as usual, with a hint of emotion that was completely invisible.
After a long time, Gu Tingyue sighed and said: "It's time to move that chess move, go ahead and prepare."
Duan Feng bowed and then retreated.
At midnight, a dazzling and astonishing flash of light broke through the darkness in the sky overhead, opening a silver snake-like crack in the sky, followed by a thunderbolt that shook the earth.
The chaotic black sky cracked open, revealing several irregular groups of lines. Extremely strong light flashed out from the lines, accompanied by a deafening roar, cheering for the violent storm.
Gu Tingyue lay on the bed, letting the window open wide and raindrops drifting in.
But he didn't seem to notice it, still lying on the bed, his eyes gently closed, his long eyelashes occasionally trembling, revealing the fact that he had not fallen asleep.
It was raining heavily, and the pattering sound made it difficult to sleep.
At this moment, the Nanjiang Palace was brightly lit. It is said that Qingshayuan's concubine, who had been in the palace for eight years, suddenly suffered from abdominal pain and vomiting in the middle of the night.
I called the doctor overnight and found out that I was two months pregnant.
When the King of Nanjiang knew about this, he happened to be staying in Shen Zhao's room. When he heard his servants coming to report, he woke up quickly and hurried to Qingsha Courtyard.
In the gauze courtyard, the woman on the bed looked a little pale, and her hair was tied up casually. When she saw the King of Southern Xinjiang coming in, she struggled to get up, but was stopped.
"Miao Yin, lie down quickly." The smile of the King of Southern Xinjiang had wrinkles all over his face, and he held Mu Yin's arms with great joy.
His hands were not measured, and in his excitement, he pinched Mu Yin's arm until it hurt.
Seeing her frown, he immediately let her go, "Did I hurt you?"
Mu Yin shook his head at him, "Your Majesty, am I really pregnant?"
The King of Southern Xinjiang nodded repeatedly, "I have a queen. If you have contributed to the birth of my son, I will definitely reward you heavily!"
It can be seen that the King of Southern Xinjiang is really happy.
After all, Miao Yin comes from a family of officials, and is different from the other women who entered the palace. If she becomes pregnant, and the child inherits the title in the future, it will be difficult to refuse the one who comes to Yindu.
"It is my blessing to be able to give birth to an heir for the prince, but I have had to wait for a long time for the prince."
The King of Southern Xinjiang took her into his arms lovingly and was filled with emotion.
"It's my fault. If I had spent more time with Mu Yin, the young prince might have already been born."
Mu Yin didn't say anything more, just leaned quietly in his arms.
The orange-red houses look like old monks wearing bright cassocks, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, receiving baptism in the rain.
