After sending Guo Ting back to the Xu family, Xu Xiao had the child delivered to King Cheng.
Soon, the person who went back came back and reported in detail: "King Cheng was shocked at first and asked who asked him to find her. The subordinate told the truth that it took a lot of effort to find her, but he was not sure whether the biological mother's surname was.
King Mei Cheng suddenly stopped talking, and after a while he said: "He accepted this favor, and he will definitely reciprocate it in the future!"
After Xu Xiao listened, he said calmly: "Has the news been released yet?"
The subordinate said: "It was released. It was said that King Cheng spent a lot of effort to find it. I don't know why. It's very strange. But I heard that when the child was found, Master Gao was already called over."
Xu Xiao's eyes brightened again and again, and he felt particularly comfortable. He said loudly: "Very good, it's best to send word to him from time to time, saying that King Cheng refused to give the child to Master Gao and beat him three times a day. Do you understand?"
The subordinate was also a talented person, and he said with a smile: "If you hit me on your body, it will hurt your mother's heart."
"Don't worry, sir. Baoding made that woman faint with anger, but she couldn't do anything about it. Seeing her child being tortured, it didn't work for Sir Gao. She didn't dare to fight against the prince, and in the end she could only knock out her teeth and put them in her stomach.
Liton, I don’t believe she can do nothing.”
"As long as she dares to move, it will be a trivial matter for her to be ruined. I am afraid that from now on, even the Marquis Wu Jing's Mansion will be lost in the capital."
"When the time comes, what she relies on will become her life-saving talisman!"
After hearing this, Xu Xiao said with satisfaction: "This is because Prince Cheng's Palace has not taken action. If Prince Cheng's Palace can't hold it back, then you don't have to worry about it in the future."
"It doesn't matter if we do the matchmaking thing, but if we do the murdering and arson thing, we can just sit back and watch."
The subordinate smiled gently and harmlessly and said, "My lord, what you are saying is, how can we add insult to injury?"
However, in those cunning eyes, it doesn't look like that? It seems that they can't hold it back for a long time!
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In the palace, Jiang Qing, who was six months pregnant, could already clearly feel the little noises made by her child from time to time. A punch here and a kick there, all in all, she was very lively.
Every time before going to bed, the emperor would lean close to her belly and listen. Occasionally, he would receive a merciless kick, which made both the couple burst into laughter.
And Jiang Qing would fall asleep in the emperor's arms every night, feeling particularly at ease. Of course, she could also feel the emperor's desire, always restrained and forbearing, and then carefully hugged her to sleep.
But he was the emperor. Sometimes Jiang Qing couldn't help but think that her father had an aunt and a maidservant. It was not like the emperor didn't have other women, but he was so good. While she was touched, she also felt a little sorry for him.
On the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor only drank a glass of wine, but the faint aroma of wine lingered in the bed, making people feel itchy. In addition, his breathing was slightly heavy, and it was difficult for Jiang Qing to ignore it even if she wanted to.
She turned around and faced the emperor, resting her pillow on his arm while her hands wrapped around his waist and rubbed against him with some attachment.
The emperor placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and asked, "Can't you sleep? Do you want to get up and take a walk?"
Jiang Qing whispered: "No need."
The emperor continued to ask: "What's the matter? Are you homesick? Or are you worried about the birth?"
Jiang Qing shook her head. She was silent for a while, then kissed his chin softly and whispered: "You."
The emperor swallowed his saliva and said with some anxiety: "What's wrong with me? I'm squeezing you?"
He said and stepped back.
Jiang Qing held the hand on his waist and slid it between his legs. Her shy face was flushed, but she had the courage to squeeze it and said with courage: "I'm worried about you..."
emperor:"……"
He took a deep breath, pushed her hand away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who did you learn this from?"
Finally, he said: "It's fatal!"
Jiang Qing pursed her lips, shame rippling in her eyes. What should she say? She often heard his rough breathing, even in the middle of the night. It sounded uncomfortable, but he didn't stop either?
Who did he learn it from? I’m sorry he had the nerve to ask!
Jiang Qing buried her head in the emperor's arms and continued to hug him: "Why don't you find another woman..."
Her voice became lower and lower. She didn't know whether it was because she lacked confidence or because she was unhappy.
I just regretted it after I opened my mouth, and my heart ached.
The next moment, the emperor's hand came up, held her hand and gave it a try.
Jiang Qing couldn't care about anything else. She only felt that her cheeks were as hot as a small stove, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't open her eyes.
Just when she hummed to beg for mercy, the emperor took her earlobe in his mouth and said: "My dear, stop talking nonsense. I am not a lustful person, I just like you and want to take care of your body."
"Actually, pregnancy is not impossible, but once this kind of thing starts, men have no self-control. I'm afraid of hurting you."
Jiang Qing's head lowered lower and lower, and she was too embarrassed to say a word.
The emperor smiled above her head, kissed the back of her neck, and teased: "Aren't you bored?"
"If you keep your head lowered, I don't know if you can sleep well tonight."
"Good boy, raise your head quickly."
Jiang Qing was like a snail, motionless and curled up, like a child who had done something wrong.
But the emperor still felt that her skin was very hot to the touch. When he lifted the quilt, he saw that it was all pink, bright and white, and extremely attractive.
A soft and waxy little goblin, easy to bully and obedient, but obedient to death!
The emperor breathed a long sigh of relief, and had no choice but to lie down for a while.
The two cuddled up and talked some more, before Jiang Qing hugged him and slept on the pillow.
The emperor hugged her, as gentle as ever, and said with concern: "Go to sleep, get some rest early."
Jiang Qing nodded and moved like a snail, as if she was coquettish or responding. In short, she looked very well-behaved.
The emperor's eyes were full of doting, and his gentle look was more intoxicating than the fragrance of wine lingering in the bed.
Jiang Qing closed her eyes in peace and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, feeling sweet in her heart, as if she had eaten honey.
The emperor treated her like this, making her truly feel his care and love, and her heart felt more at ease and better than ever before.
When she gives birth to a baby, she will be very nice to him. He can do whatever he wants. She will let him do it anyway.
Jiang Qing thought about it, and her skin started to feel hot without even realizing it. Even she didn't know what to do.
But the emperor smiled and said: "What should I do? It's like a small stove."
As he spoke, his hands did not loosen at all, and he still held her so tightly.
Jiang Qing pursed her lips and said coquettishly: "You're not very hot."
The implication was that she didn't even dislike it.
The emperor was so happy that he placed a series of fine and continuous kisses on her forehead. The two of them were like glue, sweet and sweet.