Chapter 72: Tyrant's blackening crisis

In the early winter season, the cold is approaching, and the large army of autumn hunting has finally returned to the capital.
The ministers who had been left for a few months, after listening to the emperor’s training, couldn’t wait to rush home and frightened, lest they might change their minds later, and then think of something else. To toss them.
It was hard to expect the son to come back to the Queen Mother. At this time, there was no such thing as a smile. She could not believe her ears.
Over the years, Wen Ruru has made a scene of sorrow. 'The Tang dynasty flew past her mind like a lantern. After drinking two cups of tea, she failed to suppress the fire in her heart: "You Really want to set her up?!"
Lou Jiaruo bowed her head and said in a low voice: "Well."
The Queen Mother is angry and hateful. She hates not that her daughter-in-law and her son are not in harmony. The political \\\'s marriage has its own merits and losses. Wen is like a prince. She already knows, but she shouldn’t have to If it is killing! The Queen Mother will never forget the night when the son was carried back by the guards. Her only life, \\\', is almost gone!
The delicate painted cup was smashed by her, and it fell apart! The Queen Mother started to take a look at the table, and his face was iron and blue. He hated iron and couldn't make steel: "Mood! Do you forget how she was right for you?!"
"The past, I don't want to mention it again..." Lou Jiaru slowly lowered her body and picked up the pieces on her feet. "For more than a decade, the resentment and suspicion is enough. I want to start again with her."

The edge of the debris is sharp. If you accidentally cut the flesh, if you don’t feel it, you will pick them up and put them on the tray. "The son didn't try to forget her, but in the end it was all In vain. In this time, the points are combined, and I always think about it. If I am not in this position, I will not regret it as she said.
Will it be as she promised, whether it is the 95th Supreme, or the pawn, where to go, she will go where she is, not betrayal, not to abandon. After the mother, I was really happy. This time her choice was to stay instead of leaving.

Lou Jiaru raised his eyes and pulled up the hands of the Queen Mother. He was sincere and full of sincerity. "Maybe it’s not right, but you still want to try again, wholeheartedly believe in one person, pet\\\ 'Love the taste of a person.'
Knowing that he couldn’t listen to himself at the moment, the Queen’s Queen watched him for a long time in silence, finally sighed deeply, slowly pulled out his hand and swayed, and sat back in the chair:
This is really 冤\\\’孽 ah... yours Afterwards, the palace will not be questioned anymore, and the children will not be able to help themselves. You are so self-sufficient..." The voice is stunned, and it looks like a ten-year-old Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Seven days later, the new emperor squatted, from the prime minister, Taihao, Yushi doctor and Taibu, Taishi and other ministers with cattle and sheep and three sacrifices to the ancestral temple, the letter: heaven and earth smooth, yin and yang harmonization, all things are also, There are Wen's prostitutes, there are morals and deeds, gentle and smooth, dignified and dignified, intelligent and sorrowful, according to the royal ceremony of the royal family, the book of Wenshi is the queen, the mother of the world, and the people began.
It’s so shameful that it’s so openly black and white that it’s shameless!
In the middle and the middle, the ministers face each other, and finally they shut up. The bloodstains outside the temple have not been cleaned up. It is unwise to get rid of the emperor at this time. They are brave enough to rumor, but the fact that the queen’s private virtues are at a loss is only a rumor. After all, there is no evidence, no evidence. The rumor was taken to the court to refute the decision of the present, and I also know what the end is.
What's more, the attitude of the emperor is too clear. The Manchu martial arts is not a fool, even the things that the Queen Mother can't stop, but also rushed to find death, it is really a day of experience in rolling the official field for so many years.
At this time, Wen has been pregnant for four months. Given her current physical condition is not conducive to participating in too complicated rituals, Lou Jiaruo will postpone the post-majority plan in the early summer.
"At that time, the emperor has also been born, and the dress is still too late. I have ordered people to invite Wen to enter Beijing. If you are homesick, you can tell him to enter the palace." Lou Jiaru caressed the long hair of Wen, and whispered.
She was in his arms, and licked his chin gently and steadily, and it was rare that there was no opening.
The two men sighed for a while, and Wen suddenly looked up: "How do you know that you must be a prince? If I have, I have a daughter?"
Lou Jiaru patted her back and patiently said: "It doesn't matter, let's continue to be born."
It’s always unreasonable for a pregnant woman to be guilty. When she is still warm, she has drilled a sharp horn. Liu Mei is upright and straightens up and pushes him away: "You mean, if I have never been able to give birth to a son, Are you going to take it?"
Lou Jiaruo laughed and laughed, pulled her cheeks and squeezed her cheeks: "Well, don't make trouble, you can't."
Wen Ruo took his hand and turned his head and didn't look at him: "Whoever said it clearly, you haven't done this kind of thing." The day before, she was still greasy with her, and she ran the next day. Go to see other people, oh! The credit of Lou Jiaruo has fallen to the bottom of her heart.
Lou Jiaru had a headache and turned to the topic: "Where Elvis has gone, why didn't you see it today?"
When he mentioned his idiot tiger, Wen Ruo really turned his attention, and she stood up and asked for forsythia.
"Elvis is brought back to the beast and can be sent back in two days." Forsythia replied uncomfortably, and his face, which had never had any expression, had a flush.
Wen Ruoy looked at her look suspiciously: "What are you taking back?"
Forsythia has been arguing for a long time. It turned out that the female niece in the palace was raised by females, but the time when the house was ordered to choose the young tiger was too hasty. The other two little tigers in the same nest, the female was born and died shortly after, and the male body was thin. Among the two brothers, the Elvis Presley was the most fat and "happy", so the beast was sent over.
But now, if Wen is to be a queen, how can a mother of a country have a male? Even if it is a tiger that is less than one year old, it will not work! Then the poor Elvis was taken back, ready to 阉\\\' cut...
This is too...inhumane, it is still a child...
Wen Ruo opened his mouth and found his voice for a long time: "Cough, you will bring it back to me in the beast, and say that this palace says, our Elvis does not have to cast a role, this palace also refers to The descendants of it grew up with the emperor and the emperor!"
When the forsythia went awkwardly and went to the sacred beast, the Elvis Presley was on the wooden platform by two small donkeys. When he saw the savior, he got the sorrowfulness - a tiger The cockroaches were humming and changing, and the two rounded tigers fluttered and burst into tears.
At night, Wen is sleeping in the middle, and on the left side of the couch is the Elvis who has been succumbed to the whole tiger, and the right side is the Loujiaruo who is deeply resentful.
"Hip, I won't go to that place again in the future. When you are three years old, you will give a beautiful wife, and a bunch of little tigers." She licks the cat's furry round ears and big Head, comforting it.
Lou Jiaru couldn’t bear it, and turned around and wrapped her waist: "You do it again, you will kick it down."
Wen Rumei was beautiful, and he glanced at him in a shallow and clear way: "Is it a good idea to be jealous with a poultry?"
"Yeah." He reached out and explored her clothes and walked around, fainting and not deny.
Wen Ruo is laughing, holding down his big hand: "Look at your honesty, let it sleep here for one night, and don't come to you tomorrow."
Lou Jiaruo’s face is not false, but the voice is low and gentle:
You are pregnant, it’s always bad to touch these things. Let’s wash the hair a few times tomorrow, so that you can rest assured. ,Ok?"
If he severely forbids her not to do this, she is not allowed to do it. Wen Rui will certainly not take care of him, but if Lou Jia can bear the cleansing, then she will be eager to glare at her, and her heart will be Softened a few points.
Not to mention the low voice that whispers in the ear, and the temptation to confuse people's hearts is trembled. Wen unknowingly nodded and said: "Good."
Looking at her lingering jade's ear gradually rising a blush, Lou Jiaru could not help but slightly smack the lips, he knew that she still cares about him.
He gently kissed her hair top, the big hand down, stopped in her slightly raised abdomen, and rubbed two times warmly: "Sleep." He came to Japan, he is not in a hurry, they will always have a heartfelt heart.
Wen Ruo leaned into his arms and smiled and smiled. Elvis opened his eyes and saw his master still beside him, shaking his ears and groaning in it, and fell asleep peacefully.
The long night is long, the two people on the big dragon bed sleep peacefully, and the gentle night wind outside the window blows a touch of floral fragrance, and the moonlight is clean and quiet.
Early the next morning, Lou Jiaruo slipped out the Elvis before going to the DPRK. When Wen was awakened, her tiger had been smeared.
The Elvis Presley, wearing a red-brimmed suit, did not twist and move to her. Wen was almost smirked and pointed at its slippery head and smiled at the forsythia: "You... I also put it on the ear." Mao left, ugly dead."
The Elvis Presley, who was totally shy by clothes, was hit hard, soaring and swallowing it up, using his bright bald head to sway at the feet of Wen Ruo.
She raised her hand and touched it. She wanted to soothe its injured little heart. Unfortunately, the touch of his hand was smooth, and he couldn’t resist it. He only said for a long time: "Fortunately, there is still a ball on the tip of the tail. It is not light. Got thorough..."
After a few months of this, I finally reached the moment of expected production, and the day began without any pain. Lou Jiaruo can't wait for the ministers to wait for the king's early morning, staying behind the door and pacing, and turning a blind eye to the seat next to him.
The room temperature was so loud that he heard a loud cry. He listened to his ear and his heart hurt. The maid in the middle took a pot of red sewage, and Lou Jiaru grabbed her arm: "How is the girl?" Why haven't children been born yet?!"
The maid was caught by him and he did not dare to make a sound. At the moment, he had to swear: "It is only at the beginning, and women’s first-born tires are generally not so fast."
When the voice just fell, I heard a scream inside: "Lugao--"
His heart trembled, and when she opened her, she went inside! 2k novel reading network