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403. You Don't Want to Conceive My Emperor's Heir

"Hahaha! I won't let you go! I will hold you in my arms all the way, and then throw you on the bed and ravage you! Until I crush you into pieces and put you into my heart.

You and I dissolve into breaths that can no longer be separated!"

Tender words are not easily uttered from Leng Yuhan's mouth. Every time Shangguan Lin hears Leng Yuhan's public display of love, his mood will be like boiling mountain spring water. The sweet taste condenses in his chest and the fragrance is secreted.

The apricot petals are lingering passionately in my mind, unable to wander around, and powerfully shaking the beauty that I most want to treasure and protect in my body.

One day of fun, Shangguan Lin slept in Leng Yuhan's Huangrui Palace for half the afternoon. When Leng Yuhan woke up, Shangguan Lin was still sleeping soundly. Leng Yuhan changed his clothes and told the palace attendants not to wake Shangguan Lin.

I called Changsheng to inform Yue Shiguan and stayed at Yiye Hall tonight.

Regarding Yuan Bihan, Leng Yuhan planned to ask Chu Qianfeng carefully. A man of such a good age cannot always live in the thoughts of an untouched teenager.

"The Emperor has arrived! Mr. Mu Guifu welcomes you!" [

A palace attendant screamed, and Chu Qianfeng turned over on the couch, opened his eyes, looked at the time, and sat up, "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Master, Your Majesty, Your Majesty is here, won't you come down to greet him?"

Er hurriedly ran in from the door and saw that Chu Qianfeng was still a little unconscious in his sleep. He anxiously took a coat and put it on Chu Qianfeng.

"Uh? Oh! Yes! Welcome!"

Chu Qianfeng sat propped up for a while, stroking his forehead, lifted the quilt, and swayed, getting ready to lean out to welcome him.

"Haha, my dear Mu Guifu, it will be daybreak when you come to greet me."

Stepping into the dormitory, Leng Yuhan saw the pale face of Chu Qianfeng. Leng Yuhan looked at it intently, supported Chu Qianfeng's body, and his joking heart suddenly froze.

"Smoke? Uh

After more than four months of adapting, Chu Qianfeng still couldn't change the name Leng Yuhan smoothly.

The reason is very simple. When calling 'Yan'er', Chu Qianfeng thinks Leng Yuhan is a woman. When calling 'Emperor', Chu Qianfeng feels that Leng Yuhan is a man. When calling 'Prince'? Chu Qianfeng mostly thinks that Leng Yuhan is a man.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to grasp and identify Leng Yuhan's gender, and it is difficult to balance.

"It's been almost a year since I nursed back to health, why am I still not feeling better?"

On the collapsed pillow, there were a lot of fallen hairs. Leng Yuhan caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eyes and felt very panicked.

"Your Majesty, do you really care about Qian Feng so much?"

Knowing the reason for Leng Yuhan's sudden words, Chu Qianfeng didn't care. He just turned his body to one side, put his weight on Leng Yuhan's body, and quietly smelled the feminine scent emanating from Leng Yuhan's body.

"Haha, I haven't touched you once since you woke up. I'm really ashamed. When Huang Kingdom was first established, I rarely had time to spare. If you could conceive a princess or a prince, I wouldn't be with you.

It would be nice to have someone to talk to you when the time comes, wouldn’t it?”

Except for Shangguan Lin who had a son among the four concubines who were canonized by Zhao Ling, Chu Qianfeng and Ye Luoliang were unable to have physical contact with Leng Yuhan due to physical reasons. Leng Yuhan thought of the desertedness in the deep palace,

I can't help but feel distressed.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty wants to leave an heir for Qian Feng?"

Don’t they all say that royal heirs cannot be easily obtained?

Before Chu Qianfeng was granted the title, she checked the imperial history. It mentioned that if the queen did not want to conceive an heir with a man she had fallen with, she would send a bowl of 'Four Life Flower Soup' the next day to force her to be unable to conceive an heir.

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It was precisely because he was afraid of being treated like that that Chu Qianfeng did not fully heal his body. As a result, his body was in a state of blood loss. Although it did not affect the fundamentals of his body, it could not get better.

"Alas! I have always hoped that someone you would like can stay with you for me when I have no time to take care of you, just like Yaoer accompanied Lin. Although it will be a little troublesome, it will still be happy.

Are you in the majority? Could it be that you don’t want to be pregnant with my royal heir?”

Leng Yuhan felt weird.

When others are emperors, their husbands line up to have children. But what about me as an emperor? I want to give birth to others, but they are not willing to give birth. I still have to beg them to give birth in a low voice?

Just like Mo Yuzhuang's little belly, all year round, Leng Yuhan thought that he had not treated Mo Yuzhuang badly and spent more than half of every month in his room, but what happened? The baby just

It's like being sucked into the void of the universe. Not even a shadow of water can be seen. It's not certain which meteor will hit and disappear.

"No! No! Haha, if the emperor had told me earlier, Qian Feng's health would have recovered a long time ago."

With a faint smile on his lips, Chu Qianfeng wrapped his fingers around Leng Yuhan's waist, and with a touch of his fingertips, the waist buttons of Leng Yuhan's clothes were unbuttoned.

"What do you want to do? You just finished saying it and you can't wait anymore?"

Catching Chu Qianfeng's hand that moved to his chest, Leng Yuhan was speechless as Chu Qianfeng kept his word.

"Haha! The emperor is really imaginative. With Qian Feng's current body? Even if he has more than his will, his strength is not enough! Qian Feng just looks at the emperor's phoenix shirt, which is a bit dazzling. Can't he wear casual clothes when he comes to Yiye Palace in the future?"
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