He hastily slapped himself on the mouth with his hand, and said repeatedly, "Bah, bah, bah!"
Gu Jiuxiao was still dissatisfied since he slapped his mouth, and rubbed his hands quickly again, pressing against Qin Gentiana's ears, and said with a sad face, "Don't listen to the bastard's chanting."
He absolutely didn't want to have this kind of "good luck", even saying it seemed to be polluting the ears of his own princess.
Gentiana Qin felt helpless, no one would call him a bastard.
The palm attached to the pinna is warm, and the temperature seems to pass through the skin of the palm and penetrate into the heart.
Qin Gentiana was in the rickety carriage, only felt that his heart was also swaying back and forth, very soft.
She stretched out her hand to press his wrist, pulled the hand covering her ear, and said hesitantly, "I used a supernatural ability to imprint his body earlier, so that in case of accidents in the capital, there would be multiple escape routes, but I found that he seemed to have been drugged to kill children, and it took some time before it was applied. I'm afraid it's hard to understand. I'm afraid he won't be able to have a child connected with his own blood in his life."
Thinking of Mingfeng's heartfelt joy, Gu Jiuxiao was silent for a moment.
As men, even if they are in different camps, he has some sympathy for Mingfeng.
His beloved wife is pregnant with someone else's child, and he is so happy to be a father. If he knows the truth, Mingfeng might go crazy, right
Gu Jiuxiao hugged Qin Gentian silently, thinking that they were already in the capital at the moment, and he would soon enter the palace to meet him. At that time, he would have to face the queen...
Feeling timid near the hometown, his mood became depressed.
Gentiana Qin gently stroked his hair, did not speak to comfort him, but comforted him silently.
Famous mansion.
"Qinghe, Qinghe, I'm back..."
Mingfeng galloped back to the mansion, got off his horse, threw the reins to the gatekeeper impatiently, and strode into the mansion with a happy face.
Everyone in the Ming Mansion was happy because the young lady of the famous family was happy, and they were all smiling and beaming. When they saw him, they all congratulated him, "The young lady is resting in the house, the young master walks slowly..."
Mingfeng was so happy and silly, he nodded his head again and again, scattered the broken money in his pocket without money, and finally ran to their yard at a trot.
The yard where he and his wife lived was not as lively as the front yard, it was festive, but rather quiet.
When Mingfeng entered, most of the people in the yard were dismissed, only he and Qinghe's dormitory were guarded by a few maids, and when they saw him coming in, they all shouted happily, "The young master is back, the young master is back..."
The expressions of the people who were talking in the room changed slightly, and they stopped talking cautiously.
The tall maidservant opened the door with a smile and came out, "Miss, uncle is back..."
Mingfeng nodded at her, walked past her into the bedroom.
His beloved wife was lazily leaning on the head of the bed, looking sickly, apparently pregnancy made her very uncomfortable.
"Qing He, you have worked hard."
Mingfeng felt sorry for her, and hurried forward to hold her hand.
Qing He's body stiffened for a moment, but she soon relaxed, and smiled softly at him, "Why did you come back so quickly? Didn't you send me a letter saying that you won't arrive until tomorrow?"
"The journey went smoothly. King Ding sympathizes with me being a father for the first time, and allows me to come back to see you first."
Mingfeng's face was full of smiles, he gently touched her somewhat pale face, and leaned over to kiss her lips.
Qing He tilted her head, and Mingfeng's lips fell on her hair.
"I just had morning sickness..."
she whispered.
Mingfeng didn't suspect him, he curled his lips into a smile, "I don't dislike you."
"But what I want you to see is my most beautiful time."
Qing He pouted lightly, stretched out her hands to straighten his clothes, "I'm fine, you go and do your work, for our children, you have to work hard..."
When Mingfeng heard the words, the tenderness in his eyes became even more intense, "I will, then you can rest well."
He said, looking at the maid brought by his wife from her natal home, "Take care of Madam."
"yes."
Seeing his figure go away, the eldest servant girl hastily stepped forward to close the door again, and walked quickly to the bed, "Miss, you are wrong just now, if my uncle is more careful, he will be able to see the problem."
Qing He glanced at her wearily, then laughed mockingly, "Use you to teach me how to do things?"
The big servant girl's face froze, and she didn't dare to preach to her anymore, she just sat down carefully, grabbed her wrist gently and kneaded, and sighed softly, "I'm not doing it for you, you have endured it for half a year, why don't you bear it..."
Only then did Qing He feel a little better.
Mingfeng didn't know what happened in his wife's house, he left the mansion briskly, and then quickly headed towards the house where he met his master every time.
"Ahem, cough, you, you are back..."
The person behind the screen seemed to be weaker than before, and after coughing a few times, he was a little out of breath.
Mingfeng was a little worried when he heard this, "Master, your body... Prince Ding and his wife have already arrived in Beijing, why don't you ask Princess Ding to take a look for you, you belong to Prince Ding..."
"talk later… "
The man coughed a few more times, and his voice became even more despondent, "My body, if I can live one more day, I stole it from the sky..."
Disapproval flashed in Mingfeng's eyes, but he knew that it would be useless to persuade him any more, so he couldn't help but think of a few more important things, "Did the master receive the letter from his subordinate Feige, the Queen's matter..."
The eyes of the person behind the screen flickered upon hearing this, "Huh? It's a bit late to receive the letter..."
Mingfeng was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly it was a bit late, which meant that the master had already made a move.
But it won't matter if you do it, at most you will lose some power, and you can pull down the empress and Duke Ding. This deal is also very cost-effective.
Now, he has more important things to report.
"Master, this subordinate brought you a gift from Bohai City."
The person behind the screen rolled his eyelids, "Oh?"
Mingfeng raised his palm and patted it, "Bring it in."
These days, five people have started to turn into zombies one after another. He asked someone to bring one in for the master to see. He remembered that the master also had a corpse that had turned into a zombie before. The master used Xirong's corpse control technique and let the zombie assassinate the Supreme Emperor. It's a pity that the poison of the corpse was detoxified by Princess Ding, otherwise, it would be the sharpest knife in the master's hand.
"Ho ho ho..."
The zombie whose limbs were bound and whose mouth was locked with iron was tied up and pushed in. It was already without sanity, and could not recognize its upper peak or its master at all.
"Chen Si and other fierce men are willing to become zombies for the sake of their master."
Mingfeng said loudly, with evil spirits on his face and ambition to climb up, "As long as you give it some time, the subordinates will be able to cultivate a group of zombie legions for the master. The master has the skill of resisting corpses. This zombie army will definitely be an invincible knife in your hand, master. You can strike wherever you point!"
"Good! Good! Good!"
The person behind the screen said three good words again and again, a morbid blush appeared on his pale face, and his mood was unprecedentedly excited.
"If it is done, you will be a dragon. I will give you a title, and I will give you an iron certificate of the alchemy. Your son, your son's son, this title will be passed down from generation to generation. In my South Vietnam, you will be under one person and above ten thousand people."
Frenzy appeared in Mingfeng's eyes, he knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed violently towards the person behind the screen, "Thank you, Lord Ron..."