Di Moxuan sighed helplessly, "I shouldn't have promised you then."
"Are you questioning my ability?" Ye Qingluo glared at him displeased, clenched her small fists, and "slammed" it on his face.
Di Moxuan pretended to be in pain and yelled twice in cooperation: "Yes, yes, my little Luo'er is so powerful, and he will soon be able to keep pace with me."
Ye Qingluo snorted, with a look of arrogance like a queen, and withdrew her hand: "That's good."
Di Moxuan's eyes were dark and deep, and he nodded with a warm smile.
At this moment, the maids and servants who come and go are all watching.
But for a moment.
Lord Dizun's remarks about their Seventh Miss doting on his wife to the bone, which is simply a strict wife control, spread throughout the Sanquan sect.
...
He hugged her and walked into the yard.
Between the two, the silence was a little weird.
The courtyard gate is closed.
He didn't stop.
After entering the boudoir, Di Moxuan put Ye Qingluo on the bed, pulled over the quilt, and covered her up.
Immediately, he straightened up.
Ye Qingluo looked at the magnificent face in front of her.
There is a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.
In the eyebrows and eyes, it is also his doting on her.
But the atmosphere between the two was inexplicably weird.
The more Ye Qingluo thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.
The moment Di Moxuan turned to leave, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Ah Xuan."
Di Moxuan paused, and stretched out his other hand to wrap around her little hand: "What's wrong?"
"Ah Xuan..."
The calmer he was, the more Ye Qingluo cared.
She hugged Di Moxuan's arm, and pulled him onto the bed: "Sit down."
Di Moxuan's eyes fell on her face, and he was tender and pathetic: "Xiao Luo'er, aren't you still screaming for pain? If you invite me like this again, won't it hurt even more?"
Ye Qingluo's cheeks flushed, and he pinched his hand: "Don't make trouble, sit down."
Di Moxuan sat down as he said.
"Ah Xuan, I know you're angry." Ye Qingluo held his big hand tightly with her little hand, "Actually... I've thought about what Xiao Yu said for a long time."
She took a deep breath, raised her head, and met his gaze: "It's not just you who want to get married, I... also want to be aboveboard, so that the entire Nirvana Realm, and even the upper three realms know that your Emperor Moxuan belongs to me The night clears."
"But..." Her eyes were complicated: "You should know from Bei Yuan that I... Not only is my father not Ye Tiankuang, but my mother is not actually my mother."
Di Moxuan didn't hide it either, and nodded in recognition.
Tang Beiyuan is Emperor Moxuan, who replaces Afeng and arranges a secret guard beside her to secretly protect her guard.
What happened to her, Tang Beiyuan must have seen clearly in the dark.
Moreover, Di Moxuan would come in such a timely manner.
I'm afraid it's because of... Chu Wuxin's appearance.
Di Moxuan knew Chu Wuxin's thoughts about her.
Tang Beiyuan naturally knew it too.
Because of this, when Chu Wuxin brought a wind chime as a gift to Ye Qingluo.
As a subordinate of Emperor Moxuan, Tang Beiyuan felt a sense of crisis for her own adults.
Ever since, they decisively notified Emperor Moxuan of this matter using their unique method of the imperial palace.
Because of this, when Emperor Moxuan came over.
She felt the scorching heat from Di Moxuan's body, the sweat oozing from his forehead, and the unsteady panting.
Therefore, Ye Qingluo also concluded.
What happened in the past few days, Tang Beiyuan must have told Di Moxuan in great detail in the morning while she was still sleeping.
Ye Qingluo held his hand and pressed it to her stomach: "Why don't I want to conceive a child of the man I love, but... right now, we are not suitable for having children."