The male protagonist has no heir? Hurry up and get dressed, the pregnant beauty is here to fuck you

The Minister of War couldn't help but recall the wonderful scenes of the past few days, and he felt so happy that he was floating in ecstasy.

It is said that this Jieyuhua was a prostitute he met when he and his colleagues were visiting a brothel.

Originally, he just wanted to give her some money after sleeping with her.

But after sleeping with the courtesan, he woke up the next day. Just as he was about to take out some money, he didn't expect that the courtesan named Jiao Niang said that she had a strange dream last night.

In my dream, at three quarters past four today, at the intersection of Yuhua Street, if I rescue a sixty-year-old lady wearing shabby clothes and with a big mole on the corner of her mouth, I will be handsomely rewarded by the Xuan De Marquis' Mansion.

After hearing this, the Minister of War did not take it seriously. He casually threw the two silver bills on the bed, put on his clothes, left the brothel, washed up, and went to court.

After the court session, he wanted to tell the coachman to go straight back to the mansion, but suddenly remembered Jiao Niang's words, so he ordered them to take a detour via Yuhua Road.

When the carriage was driving on Yuhua Road, we saw the clean and quiet streets, and did not see any sixty-year-old lady wearing shabby clothes and with a big mole at the corner of her mouth.

He couldn't help laughing and wondering if he was crazy. He was about to tell the coachman to go back home when he heard a noise on the street.

As the carriage passed by, the Assistant Minister of War in the carriage vaguely heard what the people outside were saying, "How pitiful! He is so old, he looks to be over sixty, right?"

It should be an old lady from the countryside. She fell pretty hard. Did anyone see who hit her?

The assistant minister of the Ministry of War in the carriage had his heart skip a beat!

"Stop the car!" he said with a strange expression.

When he lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw a sixty-year-old lady wearing brown patched clothes, with a pale face and a particularly eye-catching mole at the corner of her mouth, his pupils shrank!

Thinking of what Jiao Niang said in the morning, he found it difficult to connect the old country woman in front of him with the noble Xuan De Marquis Mansion.

But he got off the car without hesitation, and not only ordered people to go to the clinic to invite a doctor, but also asked people to prepare tea and snacks.

After the old lady woke up slowly, people from Xuan De Marquis' Mansion appeared and she received a plate of silver as a thank you and the friendship of Xuan De Marquis' Mansion.

The Minister of War was completely confused.

What a coincidence!

It turned out that this old country woman was the wet nurse of Marquis Xuan De.

Marquis Xuan De lost his mother at a young age, and he also had a stepmother who bullied him at home. Since childhood, only his wet nurse truly loved him.

After he became the heir to the title, he wanted to let his wet nurse stay in the marquis's mansion to live in glory, but the wet nurse missed her family, so the Marquis Xuan De had no choice but to prepare a large sum of money for the wet nurse and let her return home in glory.

Little did they know that when the wet nurse got older, the daughters-in-law in the family would become powerful. They would pretend to be nice, but secretly use cold violence against the mother-in-law.

The sons were all easily influenced by their influence. In the past, the wet nurse lived in the Xuande Marquis Mansion and had no time to take care of her sons at home. The relationship between mother and son was not actually close.

The wet nurse suffered from bullying every day, and in a fit of rage she returned to the capital alone to find Marquis Xuan De. Little did she know that her travel money was stolen on the way, and she almost had to beg for food to get to the capital.

By the time she arrived in the capital, she was already extremely weak. Someone happened to pass by in a hurry and accidentally bumped into the wet nurse.

The person who hit someone saw an old man falling to the ground and was scared away on the spot.

This gave the Assistant Minister of War an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and do good things.

At this time, the Minister of War was extremely grateful that he believed Jiao Niang's words and trusted Jiao Niang from the bottom of his heart.

If the person rescued today was not from Xuan Dehou Mansion, would he still suspect that it was a trap?

But this is the noble Xuande Marquis Mansion. Who would be so generous as to allow the Xuande Marquis Mansion to perform here?

Thinking of Marquis Xuan De's words of thanks just now, the Assistant Minister of War could no longer sit still.

He excitedly ordered the coachman: "Hurry, let's go to Fuguilou."

As the carriage galloped all the way to Fuguilou, the Minister of War even suppressed his anxiety in his heart and wished he could fly to Jiaoniang's side immediately.

He didn't know whether Jiao Niang would have this kind of predictive dream again in the future, but he would rather keep her by his side to prevent her from falling into the hands of others.

What if, what if Jiao Niang is dreaming again?

In Fugui Building, Jiao Niang lowered her head and looked at the words on the note.

"Tomorrow at the end of the You hour, a scented bag with a personal seal will be found in Ankang Lane. Whoever finds the scented bag will receive sincere thanks from the owner, the Minister of War."

Jiao Niang didn't know who had secretly given her the note.

She was originally a daughter of a merchant family, but her family's wealth was coveted by the relatives of a corrupt official, who set up a scheme to frame her family and eventually arrested her father, mother, and brother.

And she was sold to a brothel.

Jiao Niang wanted to take revenge, but as a weak woman she could do nothing.

Just a few days ago, a man in black appeared in the middle of the night.

The man in black only asked her if he could do her a favor, and the reward was to rescue her family and help her get revenge.

Jiao Niang agreed without hesitation.

Then the man in black disappeared and did not appear for several days until the Minister of War came to Fugui Tower.

When she was assigned to go out to greet guests, someone secretly gave her a prophetic note and told her what to do.

Now she received a prophetic note and a letter from her brother.

Jiao Niang tightly held the letter from her brother reporting his safety, tears welling up in her eyes.

When she raised her head again, there was only determination in her eyes.

If she had to join the game before, now she is truly willing to repay her benefactor and volunteer to be the chess piece in the game.

When Jiao Niang heard the voice of the madam outside the house, she responded calmly, wiped away her tears, and burned the letter and the note with the prophecy in her hand.

Then she put on some delicate makeup before opening the door and going out.

As soon as the door opened, the madam outside immediately gave me a kind fake smile, not at all like her previous picky and mean look.

"My dear, the Minister of War is here again. He specifically wants to see you, my dear. You have to behave yourself in a moment, okay?"

As they were talking, the madam had already brought the girl before the Minister of War.

When the Minister of War saw Jiao Niang, his eyes lit up immediately. He was eager to know whether Jiao Niang's ability to have predictive dreams was occasional or a frequent occurrence?

While waiting for the answer, the Minister of War was extremely nervous, even more nervous than when he was waiting for the results of the imperial examination.

Jiao Niang glanced at the Minister of War, sneered in her heart, and nodded weakly.

"Jiao Niang often had these strange dreams when she was a child. I didn't believe it at first because many of the dreams had nothing to do with Jiao Niang."

"But I also had dreams about Jiaoniang, and then they all happened one by one, and that's when I took it to heart."

After hearing what Jiao Niang said, the madam was stunned. She had been a madam for so many years and had raised many girls under her.

This is the first time I have seen such a trick. What’s even funnier is that looking at the glowing eyes of the Assistant Minister of War, he actually believed it!

What made the madam even more confused was that the Minister of War was deceived to the point that his face turned red, his breathing became rapid, and he spoke in a hurry.

"Mother Cui, name a price. I want this beautiful girl!"

When Jiao Niang returned home with the Minister of War, it was already late.

She knew that as a concubine she would be subject to rules the next day. Sure enough, as soon as the nanny from the main courtyard woke up, she came over and asked her to serve tea later.

Jiao Niang was not panicked at all. She nodded obediently and then turned to speak to the Minister of War with a worried look on her face.

"My Lord, I had a bad dream last night."

The Minister of War was startled, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "What bad dream?"

Jiao Niang bit her lip, hesitating to speak: "It's nothing, it's just that I will be targeted, I'm afraid in the future..."

She was halfway through her speech when she forced a smile and changed the subject before continuing.

"In addition to this horrible dream, I also had another dream. I dreamed that at the end of the evening, I would go to Ankang Lane and pick up a sachet with a personal seal."

"Whoever finds the sachet will receive sincere thanks from the sachet's owner, the Minister of War."

The Minister of War was shocked. The Minister of War? Wasn't that his immediate superior?

If this dream really came true...

The Minister of War was excited, as he thought that there might be greater opportunities in the future through Jiao Niang.

Thinking of Jiao Niang's hesitation and the unspeakable secret just now, he also knew how fierce the fights among the women in the back house were.

At this moment, he realized how precious Jiao Niang was, and he wanted to treat her like a treasure. He immediately arranged his people to be by Jiao Niang's side to protect the precious egg.

On that day, the Assistant Minister of War went to Ankang Lane on time and saw a blue sachet lying on the ground.

There really is a private seal in the sachet!

Holding the sachet in his hand, the Minister of War was ecstatic. If he was not outside, he would have danced for half an hour.

"Baby, baby!" he murmured to himself, his face beaming with joy.

There was a carriage parked at the end of Ankang Lane. Inside the carriage, Jing Rui was diligently peeling walnuts for Qu Xinyue.

The slender fingers pinched the walnut shell and squeezed it evenly with internal force. The entire walnut shell was instantly covered with cracks.

Loosen your fingers a little more and the broken walnut shell will fall off, revealing a complete walnut kernel.

Qu Xinyue supported her chin with her hand, her eyes fixed on the Minister of War who was not far away and whose face was filled with joy.

"If we give the Minister of War one more sweet treat, he will be completely devoted to us."

Jing Rui responded in a deep voice, but most of his mind was on feeding Qu Xinyue.

Every time he brought the walnut kernel to Qu Xinyue's mouth, Qu Xinyue would open her mouth unconsciously and pick up the walnut kernel with her pearly teeth.

Her soft lips would occasionally touch his fingers, looking seductive without her realizing it.

Jing Rui's Adam's apple rolled and he was absent-minded.

Qu Xinyue noticed that Jing Rui was distracted, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

“I think it’s too slow.”

Qu Xinyue:?

Jing Rui's eyes were burning: "I want to finish things quickly and go back to get married."

Qu Xinyue:......

……

In the following days, Qu Xinyue discovered that Jing Rui was keeping a close eye on the progress every day, and always looked at her with anxious eyes in private.

The desire in his eyes was clear.

Seeing this, Qu Xinyue's heart couldn't help but beat wildly and her face turned red.

When seeing that the Minister of War completely believed Jiao Niang, Qu Xinyue asked Jing Rui's people to deliver a note to Jiao Niang.

"Half a year later, the Great Yan Emperor died suddenly, and the young prince ascended the throne."

After seeing the note, Jiao Niang's face turned slightly pale, but her emotions soon stabilized.

Although she didn't know what her benefactor wanted to do, she would try her best to help as long as it was what the benefactor wanted to do.

Early next morning.

Jiao Niang pretended to have a nightmare, suddenly woke up, let out a short scream, and sat up suddenly.

The noise was loud enough to wake up the Minister of War.

When the Minister of War saw that his baby was frightened, although he was unhappy about having his sweet dream disturbed, he still suppressed his impatience in his heart.

"My Lord, I had a terrible dream!"

Jiao Niang spoke with a trembling voice.

The Minister of War suddenly woke up from his doze, sat up straight, and looked at Jiao Niang excitedly.

During this period of time, he also figured out the pattern of Jiao Niang's dreams.

Jiao Niang doesn’t dream every day, but whenever she does, the dreams are predictive.

It’s so accurate!

what is this?

This is his advantage, this is his big golden finger!

"Don't be afraid, Jiao Niang. Tell me whatever you dreamed about." The Assistant Minister of War comforted her in a gentle voice.

Jiao Niang looked timid and lowered her voice: "Master, I dreamed that the Emperor of Yan died suddenly six months later and the young prince ascended the throne."

The Minister of War was shocked and sweat began to appear on his forehead.

This is too much information, so he has to take it slow.

But after a long while, he still couldn't calm down.

A gentleman chooses his own ministers. This is an opportunity to become a gentleman's favorite minister!

And the time in the dream was half a year!

The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War felt that this was the opportunity given to him by God to become a high-ranking official!

How to have frequent contact with the little prince from now on and let him see his value?

The Minister of War did not even bother to sleep. He ran to the study room as if he had been injected with chicken blood, ready to form a clique and join the little prince.

The little prince must see his abilities, and he will definitely not be able to escape the credit of following the dragon!

The next day, the Minister of War and his colleagues moved around frequently and appeared beside the little prince from time to time.

The little prince and the concubine have been watched by the Emperor of Dayan's men all the time. All the details of who has approached them recently have been reported to the Emperor of Dayan's desk.

The Assistant Minister of the Ministry of War is definitely a conspicuous figure among all the ministers.

The little prince wants to eat the pastries from Guilan Fang, and the Minister of War will make arrangements!

The younger prince wants to trip up the elder prince, and the assistant minister of the Ministry of War makes arrangements!

The little prince wants to sneak out of the palace to play, and the Minister of War makes arrangements!

Even if he couldn't arrange it, there were officials who were on good terms with the Vice Minister of War to help.

Anyway, there is only one purpose, to do everything to satisfy the little prince, to spoil him! Spoil him! Spoil him to death!

If the Emperor of Great Yan had not sent people to keep an eye on the little prince day and night, would he not have known that almost half of the ministers, under the influence of the Vice Minister of War, were so fond of the little prince?

But in the heart of Emperor Yan, the little prince was his green and glowing product.

But now he is favored by half of the court officials. What is the purpose of this?

Moreover, how could a mere Vice Minister of the Ministry of War have such great power to unite half of the court officials?

The Emperor of Great Yan's face was as gloomy as water. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Investigate, investigate this Minister of War for me. Find out whether he is a human or a ghost, and who he belongs to!"

The shadow guard of the Emperor of Yan has been so busy lately that he has no time to eat and keeps kicking his feet every day.

A few days later, a detailed investigation book written by the Minister of War was placed on the desk of the Emperor of Dayan.

The Emperor of Great Yan flipped through the book, and every page described how the Vice Minister of War had made many friends in the court during this period.

The more he looked at it, the angrier he became. He cursed, "How is this possible? Is it always such a coincidence? Could it be that the Minister of War is a divine fortune teller? Every time there is such a coincidence, people owe him a favor! Ridiculous! A traitor!"

The book was flipped by the Emperor of Yan with a rustling sound, and finally stopped at a page. His face turned red and black, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Then he panted and asked loudly, "The Minister of War is a man of Master Qu?!"

The shadow guard carefully glanced at the Great Yan Emperor, who looked green, and suppressed his sympathy, and replied in a deep voice: "Yes."