On the first day of the wedding, before seeing her husband, I heard that someone was pregnant with her husband's child. This situation is really...
The pearl curtain shook lightly, Bai Chu glanced at Van Gogh who was walking in, with his eyes retracted, and fell to Linjiang, who was kneeling in the hall.
To be more precise, it should have fallen on Linjiang's belly.
The flat belly, no clues can be seen.
When she withdrew her gaze, Van Gogh had already sat down next to her seat, drank a sip of tea from the maid's floor, put the tea cup down, and reached out to get the grapes on the plate. Half of his hand, it was slapped down by Bai Chuyi's palm.
"Who is going to let you eat?"
Van Gogh looked at the back of his hand that was being patted red, held the corner of his mouth, and quickly smiled, "Look at how hard you have to peel it, I'm just doing it for you."
"Go--" Bai Chu glanced at him, "There is no need to peel it. The flesh in the grape is green. His Majesty has always had the habit of wearing it when he sees a cuckold. If he has been watching this green thing for a long time, he may not even be able to quit in the future."
He said the sarcastic and derogatory words without hesitation, and did not care that there was a person kneeling in front of the hall.
Although Linjiang was confused and confused, he also understood that this was obviously not a good thing. She subconsciously looked up to look at Fango beside Bai Chu in the main seat.
The Purple-clothed Demon Lord was not angry or annoyed, but instead smiled, half-held Bai Chu's shoulder, and leaned over with great affection, "Everything in his words is thorny, where did I mess with you? Hum?"
The last sound had a slightly heavier nasal sound, with a slightly raised tone, neither light nor heavy. It seemed like the thinnest string around the finger, and the continuous sound was pleasant. Even when Linjiang knelt on the ground and listened, he felt his ears slightly red.
"Where did you mess with me? Haha--" Bai Chu sneered, tilted his shoulders, avoiding Van Gogh's hand.
Van Gogh was unyielding, stretched his arm and hugged the man tightly, "I felt so trembling when I heard your smile."
"I heard a joke, how can I not smile?" Bai Chu simply stopped moving and leaned in Van Gogh's arms. His hand, which was hidden under his sleeve, twisted it hard at Van Gogh's waist.
"Hiss——be gentle, it hurts."
"If it doesn't hurt, I will twist you?" Bai Chu tried hard again.
"Why don't I love you? The one I love the most is you." Van Gogh chuckled gently, his head lowered slightly, his face almost pressed against Bai Chu's face, deliberately distorting the meaning in her words, and overturned her hand with a big palm, "I really love you, I say it hurts you, you still twisted it?"
Her intimate words and actions were exposed without any hesitation. Linjiang in the hall was left aside since Van Gogh came in, and no one paid attention to her anymore. As for Van Gogh, she didn't even glance at her from the corner of her eyes.
Linjiang, who was ignored, was a little embarrassed at first. When she saw the two people in the main seat being so intimate that they could no longer be intimate, she was slightly unable to hold back.
Linjiang straightened his spine: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The shout was louder than the other, and the sound was so loud that it could be transmitted outside the hall, making people unable to pretend to be deaf.
Van Gogh glanced at the person in the hall and looked at Bai Chu again, "Who is this person? Why are you kneeling here?"
Bai Chu raised his eyebrows, Your Majesty, you are so skilled in telling lies with your eyes open, "The Ten Princess of the West Sea."
"Oh." Van Gogh responded, saying that he knew, he lifted the tea cover and took a sip, "I said why does there smell of fish in the room?"
Linjiang pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at Van Gogh in disbelief, with a burning look on his face.
Under her burning gaze, Van Gogh called her servant to open the window to ventilate...
Bai Chu looked at Van Gogh coldly, "I just said I heard a joke, why don't you ask me what joke I heard?"
Van Gogh followed Bai Chu's words and said, "What a joke?"
Bai Chu then turned his gaze to the hall and pointed, "The princess in Xihai said she had your child."
Van Gogh raised his eyebrows, "Haha--"
A lukewarm laugh was exactly the same as before Bai Chu.
"What a good joke." Van Gogh looked over, "What should I do with the Empress?"
"If abortion is damaged, I will not take action."
God is very fair, and you will get back to report. Today you will abort someone’s children. Maybe one day your own children will encounter unexpected problems.
Van Gogh narrowed his eyes, with interest on his face, "Don't you do it?"
"It's not your child, why should I do it?"
"Isn't my child? Are you so sure?" Van Gogh smiled louder, and he could tell that he was in a very good mood. "What should I do if I accidentally guessed wrong?"
"If you don't bother, you can try it with those immortals, demons, and demons." Bai Chu narrowed his eyes and approached him, "If you can really get a small person, don't worry, I won't do it myself."
"Oh?" Van Gogh raised his eyebrows and waited for the following.
"I will make something around the adult from time to time. If your Majesty, your child will die of a child, it will be an accident."
Van Gogh nodded, "This is what you would do."
He reached out to touch the grape again, but Bai Chu slapped it away again, "I can only peel it for me to eat, and I can't send it to my mouth."
Van Gogh repeatedly said that he pinched a grape, peeled it off quickly, and sent it to Bai Chu's mouth. Bai Chu bit it and continued to lean back into his arms with satisfaction. Van Gogh threw the grape skin on the ground and then pinched the grapes.
The grape skins were thrown one by one at Linjiang's knees, and some even fell on her dress.
Linjiang was no longer in the mood to be angry about the grape skin. Her face was slightly blue, and her mind was buzzing, and what was lingering in her ears was full of what Bai Chu and Van Gogh had just said...
She didn't know why Bai Chu said so surely that the child in her belly was not from the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord did not deny it or be sure...
Linjiang's eyes flashed. A year ago, she was confined to Bai Chu at the Yaochi Banquet for three months because she collided with Bai Chu for three months. After the three months expired, she didn't want Bai Chu to live comfortably. After hearing the news of Bai Chu's engagement with the Demon Lord, she had the idea of the Demon Lord.
That night... the surroundings were dark and she couldn't see anything clearly. But she clearly remembered that she did follow the Demon Lord into the cave. Later, when she came to Jiuyou, no one stopped her. There were even people around the Demon Lord who came to serve him personally... How could there be any mistakes?
Thinking of this, Linjiang had the confidence to speak, "Your Majesty, Linjiang does have your descendants. Do you still want to turn against others?"
Van Gori ignored it, "Down, Xiao Ding, go and take care of it, don't let the Empress laugh."
After saying that, Xiao Ding went to pull people.
The honest girl looked at Ruwei, but unexpectedly she had some brute force and pulled it from the air at will. Linjiang, who was kneeling on the ground, was pulled to the bead curtain of the main hall by her.
"Slow down." Bai Chu took out a sausage that had not yet dried from the side and put it in front of Van Gogh.
Van Gogh took a look, reached out to open the sauce pie, and saw the powder inside, "What is this?"
"It is said that the knife that Miss Linjiang asked Xiao Ding to cut on my throat."
Van Gogh's expression suddenly subsided, "Bai Chu, should we eat dragon meat later?"