System: [Ugh, host, do you want me to help you get pregnant again?]

Xie Shizhu: "..."

Don't get pregnant again, she already has psychological shadow.

Song Yan noticed her absent-mindedness, bit her earlobe, and asked softly: "What is my concubine thinking about?"

Xie Shizhu shook his head, then thought of something, put his hands on Song Yan's chest, and said in a consultative tone: "Your Majesty, I don't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu closed his mouth knowingly.

Because this was in ancient times, the emperor's orders were more important than anything else. Maybe if Song Yan was angered, he could kill her casually.

I don’t want to think about other worlds, at least there are human rights.

Song Yan stared at her quietly, the corners of his lips stiffening slightly.

Although Xie Shizhu did not continue speaking, who Song Yan was, he quickly guessed the second half of her sentence.

He was not angry, but asked in a soft tone: "Why?"

Xie Shizhu remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Song Yan chuckled lightly, pinched her chin with his fingertips, their eyes met, and he said, "I think so too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu was stunned.

However, soon, she felt sour and a little uncomfortable.

She can lift it, but Song Yan can't.

System: [Host, are you having a double standard? 】

She is not from this world, and leaving anything that does not belong to her would be a disadvantage to her.

But what about Song Yan?

He is the emperor and needs children, but he obeys his own words, which shows that he has other plans.

As soon as Song Yan was about to kiss Shi Zhu, he was pushed away by the woman with one hand and rolled directly to the corner, creating a distance between the two of them.

Song Yan was slightly startled, looking at her with her back turned to him, feeling empty in his heart. He asked softly: "Shi Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Shizhu held his breath, and finally sat up suddenly, showing an expression other than a smile for the first time.

The oval face seemed to be stained red from anger, his chest heaved, he bit his lip and said, "I don't feel well."

Hearing this, Song Yan hugged her and inspected her whole body.

I thought she was injured in the fire in the library, but after a few minutes I checked and found that she was fine.

Song Yan pondered for a few seconds and said: "If you have suffered internal injuries, I will ask the imperial doctor."

Xie Shizhu: "...I feel uncomfortable, why don't you let me have a child? Do you want Mu Xue to be another concubine, or a new concubine that you will take in the future?"

Something strange flashed across Song Yan's eyes. Instead of being angry at Xie Shizhu's anger, she was actually a little happy.

He subconsciously hugged Xie Shizhu's shoulders and whispered softly: "No."

Song Yan never felt that Xie Shizhu liked him, and he had lied before to prove his identity as a last resort.

But when he saw Xie Shizhu being unhappy because of his words, Song Yan's heartbeat couldn't help but skip a beat.

Maybe, she also has some feelings for herself.

However, his current situation is not suitable for having children.

After hearing his answer, Xie Shizhu thought for a while and believed him for the time being. Then he hugged the man's thin back, rested his chin on his shoulder, and asked, "Do you still want to try?"

Song Yan kissed the side of her face and said in a low and sweet voice: "Try."

*

On the day the late emperor was buried, the weather had already reached winter and was extremely cold.

Everyone knelt in front of the mausoleum, and the late emperor's concubine, who had to be buried with him in the past, breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was preparing to be buried, Song Wenyan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. He stood up suddenly and said: "After my father's death, as a son, I have never fulfilled my filial piety. At this moment, I want to give my father a gift.

, I hope I can fulfill my last duty of filial piety."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wenyan asked someone to carry the things up, and then two servants carried a pillow made of raw jade.

Song Wenyan glanced at Song Yan's face and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Majesty, I wonder if you can satisfy my wish?"

Song Yan was dressed in white and had black hair. His face was like a crown jewel and he was tall and tall. He looked at Song Wenyan, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he said softly: "Okay."

Song Wenyan snorted coldly and looked at Song Yan with hatred in his eyes.

Then, regardless of the shocked looks in their eyes, he pushed open the coffin lid alone.

A fishy smell hit my face, which was the smell of the corpse that had been left there for a long time.

Song Wenyan covered his mouth and nose and directed the two servants to put on pillows. At this moment, Song Wenyan's eyes were spinning in the coffin.

However, the so-called imperial edict was not seen, only a corpse, which was in disgrace and a bit scary.

After the servant put on the pillow, he closed the coffin lid.

At this time, Song Wenyan was so disgusted that he vomited it out. He was holding on to a tree, his back arched.

When I close my eyes, I think of the late emperor's corpse, and there still seems to be a strange corpse smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Song Wenyan's back, and his thin lips curved in a cool arc.

Immediately, he glanced at Qi Zian and looked away calmly.

Two hours later, the late emperor had been buried, and suddenly snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

Little by little it falls on everyone's heads and shoulders.

Xie Shizhu knelt on the ground, raised her head slightly, looked at the snow that was falling, and stretched out a hand to catch the snowflakes. She was slightly startled when what she received was a man's slender palm.

Song Yan held her hand and gently lifted her up from the ground.

Muxue and the other two concubines, who were still kneeling aside, looked very unhappy.
Chapter completed!