Destiny in this life: Sisterly love is deep and dreams are sweet

When the wet nurse came back with Murong Chen in her arms, she walked outside the dormitory and heard a red-faced voice. She was so frightened that she hurried back.

The two people on the bed, Lu Wanxi slumped in his arms, breathing rapidly, with a trace of sweat on her face.

Murong Yi stroked her green hair, while Lu Wanxi rested her arm on his arm and put her hand on his chest.

"If this continues, it won't be long before I'm sure to be pregnant with my second child."

"Isn't it bad to be pregnant?"

Lu Wanxi crawled, with a malicious look on her face, and said with a smile: "Okay! Anyway, I won't be the one who feels uncomfortable then."

Murong Yi immediately understood the implication of her words, pinched her little face and said, "Did you have a premeditated plan?"

"How can there be? His Highness is obviously very happy with this, but I am also very helpless."

"You obviously like it very much, but I won't be the only one who will feel uncomfortable when the time comes."

Lu Wanxi's face turned red after being told that she was careful, as if she had been smeared with a layer of red rouge.

Her head was buried in his arms, "Your Highness is so annoying, so embarrassing!"

Murong Yi loved the way she looked now. He stroked her back and said with a smile, "What is there to be ashamed of in front of your husband?"

"It's just embarrassing." Lu Wanxi buried herself in his arms, not wanting to look up at him.

Murong Yi covered the two of them with a quilt, then turned over and pressed her under him, saying, "Since Wanxi likes it, let's do it again."

"No."

"You said it doesn't count."

"Hmm~" intermittent gasping sounds came.

After leaving the East Palace, Lu Yanhua no longer wanted to take the carriage, but wanted to walk back to the palace.

"Let's walk back! I don't want to take the carriage anymore."

"Okay! I'll listen to you."

Along the way, Lu Yanhua was depressed. Murong Yu could naturally guess what she was thinking.

After walking for a while, Murong Yu wanted to talk to her, so he suggested taking a carriage, and Lu Yanhua agreed.

"What are you worried about? I'm here."

"It's nothing, I just feel like I'm in the royal family and I can't help myself."

Murong Yu held her hand and said to her: "In the royal family, competition is inevitable. Although the emperor's brother has been canonized as the prince, there are too many people who covet the position of prince."

"The prince will ascend the throne smoothly, right?"

"Of course, with me assisting the imperial brother, and with the help of your Fanyang Lu family, Anle will marry Wang Yuebin, and the Langya Wang family will also surrender to the imperial brother. Who dares to threaten the imperial brother?"

"Prince Qi and Prince Xiang are not..."

"Don't worry! They can't threaten Brother Huang. It's impossible to win against Brother Huang."

Although Lu Yanhua also believed in Murong Yi's strength, it all depended on human effort, and this kind of thing was not 100% certain. Before the death of Qin Shihuang, he issued an edict for his eldest son Fusu to succeed to the throne, but in the end it was Hu Hai who took the throne.

Regarding the succession of the throne, anything can happen before the end.

"I see."

"Stop thinking nonsense, I have everything."

"Ok!"

"Smile, don't look sad."

Lu Yanhua immediately smiled, and Murong Yu stroked her little face and kissed her again and again.

Lu Yanhua pushed him away in disgust, "Stop making trouble, we are on a carriage."

"It's been so long, why aren't you pregnant yet?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"It seems that I didn't work hard enough, that's why you couldn't get pregnant."

"Please spare me! Let this happen naturally, okay?"

"Good good!"

That night, Murong Yi stayed up late, waiting for news about Long Yue.

Lu Wanxi had already fallen asleep with her son in her arms, and Murong Yi stood outside the hall, waiting for Long Yue to return.

After Long Yue came back, he first paid homage to him and said, "See you, Your Highness."

"Stop being polite."

"As expected by His Highness, Prince Xiang did go to Prince Xiang's Mansion tonight and stayed there for almost a stick of incense."

"I know, stand down!"

"Subordinates retire."

Three days later, King Xiang left Beijing and headed to Lingnan. Before leaving Beijing, go to Zichen Hall to pay homage to the Holy One.

When the Holy Emperor saw him, he didn't have a good expression and just gave a few instructions.

"Go to Lingnan and have a good experience. Don't let me down."

"My son obeys the order."

"You and Princess Xiang are related to the royal family's face and the reputation of the Cui family in Qinghe. It is impossible for you to reconcile. When you come back from Lingnan, make a proper apology to Princess Xiang. It is inevitable that there will be some quarrels between the husband and wife. You take the initiative to lower your head. , this matter is over."

"My son obeys."

"Okay! Back off!"

"My son retire."

Soon after, the day finally came for Princess Anle to get married.

The entire palace was covered with red silk and satin.

The princess got married with such grandeur that everyone envied her.

Early in the morning, Princess Anle got up and dressed up. Wearing a beaded crown, a princess wedding dress, a long red skirt, embroidered with rich peonies, and tied with red silk around her waist, she shows off her graceful figure.

The eyebrows are lightly dyed, the lips are a little red, and the cheeks are rouged. The fair skin adds a layer of charm. There is a golden peony flower on her forehead, which is eye-catching.

Princess Anle looked at herself in the mirror, this day was her most beautiful day.

Bu Yao moved her head as her body swayed, and the nun beside her said, "Princess, please be careful, what about the weight of this beaded crown? Bu Yao restricts your steps and manners, otherwise it will crush your neck."