There was no expression on Wen Zhigu's face: "I didn't promise to come back with you."
Ji Xubai said calmly, "Sooner or later you have to go home with me."
Wen Zhiyu frowned and pushed away the hand he placed on her lower abdomen. Ji Xubai didn't push her too hard and said, "I'll have dinner brought in."
"Ji Xubai." Wen Zhigu suddenly called him softly.
Ji Xubai looked at her with an uncertain expression.
"I can give birth to this child, but listen carefully, if you don't let me go then, I won't let your child go either."
Wen Zhigu stared at him, as if the child in her belly was also her hated enemy.
After Ji Xubai heard her last words, his face suddenly turned cold. He pinched her cheeks again, his eyes were sinister, and he said word by word: "How dare you touch me?" For every cent of your child, I will repay it to your brother tenfold."
At that moment, Wen Zhigu's face was ashen.
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On this day, Li Yuan came to the military camp to report that the emperor had sent a gift to King Sheng's palace, which King Sheng must accept.
Ning Chengyuan was in Sheng Qianmo's camp at the time. When he heard these words, he felt something was wrong. He subconsciously glanced at Sheng Qianmo who was sitting in the seat, "Is the Emperor forcing you to go home?"
Sheng Qianmo did not speak.
But Ning Chengyuan couldn't help but said: "Brother Sheng, you have to face what you have to face. You haven't returned to Sheng Palace for so many days. If you don't know, you might think we are plotting something in the military camp. You have to do it for Sheng Jun." Think about it carefully, right?"
Sheng Qianmo looked at him with a dull look and said in a calm voice, "I am very happy to see you."
Ning Chengyuan immediately suppressed the gloating on his face. Who asked Sheng Qianmo to let him have a hard time these days? Now that the emperor has taken action to cure Sheng Qianmo, if he can't be happy, then is he still a human being
That night, Sheng Qianmo finally returned to the palace.
The flowers in the palace courtyard had already faded, and several palace residents were still sweeping the snow on the steps. When they saw Sheng Qianmo coming back, they all saluted.
Sheng Qianmo opened the palace door.
Uncle Sheng.
Do you know the feeling of missing someone to the extreme? I thought of you that way.
Sheng Qianmo paused. The hall was empty and there was no warm atmosphere.
Every time he came back from the military camp, she would read and write on the table. When she saw him coming back, she would immediately put down what she was doing and run over to talk to him.
One night in southern Xinjiang, there is no future.
Sheng Qianmo couldn't suppress the heavy feeling in his heart.
He entered the inner hall and was about to change out of his armor and robe, but he saw a man wearing almost transparent gauze sitting in front of the couch with his back to him, resembling Shu Nuan.
Her hair is also the same as Shu Nuan's, she likes to tie it loosely with a black silk ribbon and hang it down on the back of her head.
He paused, lost his mind at that moment, and almost blurted out - Nuannuan, I miss you that much too.
But I missed it so much that I didn’t dare to think about it.
Afraid of getting out of control just thinking about it.
But when that person turned around, she didn't look like his little girl.
Sheng Qianmo's expression suddenly turned cold.
All the thoughts that surged to the top of my heart were stuck there, unable to go away.
But the girl didn't know it. She lowered her head and knelt at his feet with a shy face. She called out "King Sheng" in a soft voice. She raised her head and stretched out her thin white hands to untie his belt.
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(Three updates today, five updates tomorrow.)