The more desperate Meng Ruizhu wanted, he returned to his bedroom paralyzed on the bed, his hands and feet cooled for a while.
Storage Su Palace Zheng Zheng, Monsang Elm gently woke up, but saw Zhou Wudi's head against his belly, seemed to be listening to something, a big hand penetrated the blasphemy clothes, gently in her belly, bringing a crisp itch.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing?” Monsanto Elm chuckled and hurried to catch his wanton hand. The man always likes to make strange moves, sticky and sticky, like a big dog.
“Mulberry, you're awake!” The man raised his head in surprise, his eyes dark in the sun, and now shines like a cold star in the sky. He dragged a man into his arms and kissed her head and cheek, mumbling, "You're pregnant, you know? A month and a half! We're gonna have a baby! ”
Pregnant? Monsanto Elton was foolish when a thunder detonated in his head.
There is no doubt that this child is not to be expected! She had already planned her own body, and one could live a simple and happy life, and if she added the child... the child is not a kitten puppy and will only live according to the will of the owner. When they grow up, they will always have their own thoughts, see the supreme throne, see this great river mountain and the palace, who can guarantee that he will not be bewitched by power and participate in that endless struggle? Winning is the height of the cold, losing is the abyss, every road is full of thorns and cramps! Can she really play with herself and the Meng family? Maybe she thinks too far, maybe she can't wait until the day the child dies at the hands of someone else. Is she really capable of protecting him?
And the man in front of him, when he was pregnant in Meng's house, he didn't have any feelings? No. Didn't you always take your pills? How could there be children? Is it true that the fruit of the medicine really conditioned the body, and the birth of this child was expected by men? What's he trying to do?
To think of it, the panic of the heavens and the earth took over the heart of Monsanto Elm, and the man next made her fall more like an ice cave.
“Mulberry Elm, I will make you queen and our child prince!” His tone was so exciting that he kissed her cheeks and lips.
In an instant, I remembered what happened to the queen. I remembered the seizure of Kowloon in Daqing. I remembered the tragic fate of every prince in history. Meng Sangyu trembled uncontrollably. He pushed away a man, fell down on his knees and knocked his head again. "Please take your life back!” Her tone was full of fear and her cheeks were pale as paper.
“What are you doing?” Zhou Wudi was pushed away. He was temporarily a little sluggish and rushed to pull the woman back, but she stubbornly broke free, and his strength was amazing.
“Ask the Emperor to take his life back!” She kowtowed again, scattered and wretched.
“Mulberry, are you crazy?” Zhou Wudi gritted her teeth and clamped her arms, forcibly pulling her into her arms and sitting on her knees. He was disturbed and the mulberry elm reacted completely beyond his expectations.
“I'm not crazy!” She shouted and her blood was frozen, but a fire burned in her heart, burning her mind to the ground.
“What the hell do you want to do when he's so young that you push him to a position above 10,000 people? Growing up on the tip of the wind, do you know how much suffering he's going to suffer? If he begins to grovel your place as an adult, will you ruthlessly remove him? If he's mediocre, won't he be the sharpening stone of your heir? I can be your shield, I can run the palace for you, I can select the concubine, I can accommodate anything you want, please let this child go? Okay?” The higher the voice to the lower the mute, the more helpless she said.
She can take control of her life, but has no confidence in carrying the future of a child to make him grow up healthy and happy. Neither has she ever been a mother, nor has she ever thought about being a mother, and the enormous psychological stress has made her unbearable. Not to mention the fact that behind pregnancy lies a calculation that a man is willing to test, and she feels herself hovering on the brink of collapse.
Zhou Wudi smiled, clamping her shoulder hands, biting the teeth cut open, “How could we want to hurt you and your child! Is that how you see me when I do so much? Can't you feel my heart? I really want to dig your heart out and see if it's made of stone! ”
“Truth? Three thousand Kali, every three years is another election. How many can you truly deliver? I'm your heart today. Okay, you know tomorrow won't be your heart? Keeping everything on you, turning it into a silk blossom that lives on you, waiting or sooner or later disgusting, I'm not that stupid!” With a high voice, Monsanto Elm releases the most authentic thoughts of his heart at all costs.
Sister Feng and others were frightened and often enjoyed standing close to the roots of the wall, trying to reduce their presence. The people of the palace trembled over the treacherous remarks of the royal highness, and the silence of death in the palace left the emperor with only a heavy breath.
Monsanto Elm regretted it as soon as she spoke. She saw the man's increasingly grumpy expression and felt his shoulder about to be crushed by him. She couldn't help but scream and her eyes slipped into tears.
Seeing this tear, Zhou Wudi woke up from the edge of the fierce rage in a timely manner and immediately slowed down the force in his hand. He stared deeply at the pale face of the woman with his red eyes and saw her eyes reveal a hint of fear. He grinned, placed her in bed and walked away with horns.
Even with a tremendous amount of anger in his heart, and even if he wanted to destroy the entire court, he wouldn't want to hurt her in the slightest in front of the mulberry elm but flee.