Quick Wear of Pregnant and Soft Beauty

Zhao Yin blinked, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "Your Majesty, I want to come down, can you catch me?"

Before Wu Jin could respond, he opened his arms and flew down from the tree like a bird returning to its nest.

Wu Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart seemed to stop at that moment.

It wasn't until I hugged the delicate body in my arms and felt the unique fragrance of a woman that my heart gradually fell.

Zhao Yin lay next to his ear and giggled, "Your Majesty, did I scare you?"

Wu Jin's eyebrows darkened slightly and his lips were pursed tightly.

Zhao Yin didn't wait for his answer and wanted to get up from his arms. Her neck was instantly pressed by dry and warm hands on her shoulders, unable to move. He carried her back to the bedroom like a child.

Done! He seemed really angry.

Zhao Yin didn't dare to move anymore, so she lay obediently on his shoulders and wrapped her hands around him.

Everyone in the Longquan Palace breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the king coming back with the beauty in his arms, and then shrank and lowered their heads when they saw the king's gloomy face.

Wu Jin felt angry again, but when he put her on the bed, he subconsciously moved gently, for fear of bumping into her.

Zhao Yin raised her head and observed his expression, "Your Majesty, are you angry with my concubine?"

Wu Jin said nothing because he was afraid that he would lose his temper and scare her.

Zhao Yin timidly reached out to pull his clothes, but Wu Jin didn't move. She felt happy and held the other person's well-jointed palm.

"Your Majesty, it's too boring for me to stay in the palace. They don't let me do anything. I'm just pregnant but not a cripple." Zhao Yin half complained and half acted coquettishly.

"Oh? It seems that they have made the beauty unhappy. I will kill them all to let the beauty relieve her anger." He said in a light tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone inside and outside the palace fell to their knees in fear.

Zhao Yin stared at the man's cold face, knowing that he could really do such a thing. "Your Majesty, I am wrong. Don't be angry with me. If you are so angry, I will feel bad for you."

Her eyes were clean and clear, and her own figure was reflected in her pupils.

Wu Jin's throat felt like it was blocked by cotton and he couldn't breathe. If she knew her life experience, would she still talk to him like this?

I'm afraid I wish I could stab him in the heart with a knife and stab him twice harder.

"Have a good rest, beauty. I still have something to deal with. I'll come with you after finishing it."

Before Zhao Yin had time to speak, Wu Jin took her hand and stood up to leave quickly.

Zhao Yin looked at his back with some disappointment.

"Beauty, where have you been? Did you really scare me to death?" Haruzhi said with fear on his face.

Zhao Yin smiled and said: "I'm just kidding you! I'm in the side hall, don't worry, I'm sensible."

Haruzhi checked her body up and down and found that the skin on her wrist was abraded and bleeding. Her skin is so delicate that even small injuries are particularly noticeable.

Haruzhi exclaimed, "Why is the beauty injured?"

Zhao Yin did not dare to tell her that he would scare her to death if he climbed a tree. "Maybe I accidentally rubbed it somewhere."

Haruzhi quickly asked someone to get the plaster, and said distressedly: "We have to deal with it as soon as possible. The scars will not look good." She was also a little scared, "If the king finds out, he will probably chop off our heads."

"How can it be that exaggerated?" Zhao Yin laughed.

Seeing Haruzhi's serious expression, the maids and eunuchs around him stopped smiling and comforted them seriously. "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Everyone was moved and helpless.

That night, Wu Jin rarely came back on time to accompany Zhao Yin to bed.

The little stool came over and sent a message, "Beauty, the king has important matters to deal with tonight so you can rest early."

Zhao Yin lowered his head, "Then please tell the king to take care of your health and don't stay up too late."

"Yes, I will bring it to you."

Little Stool watched Chun Zhi and others serve Zhao Yin and then went back to resume his duties.

"Your Majesty, the beauty has fallen asleep."

Wu Jin didn't say anything. Just as Xiao Shi was about to leave to guard outside, he heard his voice asking: "What's her reaction?"

The little stool quickly came back to me.

"The beauty seems a little disappointed. Please take good care of yourself, Your Majesty."

Wu Jin's eyes fell on the painting and he hummed.

He has been drawing since he returned to his study.

The painting that scholar-official Liu Chang took out today was painted by Wei Yushu for Zhao Yin. People say that through the painting, one can see the painter's feelings for the person in the painting.

There is no doubt that Wei Yushu absolutely loves Zhao Yin.

According to the information collected by Shadow, Zhao Yin was very fond of Wei Yushu at first. If Wei Yushu had not carried a blood feud and the Zhao Kingdom had not been destroyed, the two would have got married long ago, creating a great story.

When Xiao Shizi left, he silently took Zhu Lou away. The little eunuch outside the palace immediately stepped forward and said attentively: "Mr. Shizi, just let me do this little thing."

The little stool didn't let go, "No, you go find me a fire."

The eunuch soon came back with the fire fold, threw the small stool in, and the flames quickly engulfed the scroll.

If you look closely, you will see that it is the one Wei Yushu drew for Zhao Yin before.

It wasn't until the scroll was completely burned that the little stool turned around and returned to the palace to guard it.

In the general's mansion, Wu Si heard that Wei Yu fainted after finishing the book, so he endured his physical discomfort and took a carriage to visit him.

From morning until now, she had been guarding Wei Yushu while vomiting, and during the break, she also dealt with the guards given to her by several beautiful personal maids in the house.

The housekeeper wanted to save them, but when faced with Wu Si's sharp eyes, he still chose to keep silent and protect himself.

At the same time, he was thinking that he should resign as a housekeeper, otherwise when the princess gets married, he may not be able to save his old life.

"Imperial physician! Why isn't Wei Lang awake yet?" Wu Si asked impatiently again.

The imperial doctor felt that he had been a bit unlucky recently, why he always bumped into Princess Chaohua calling for help every time he was on duty. If I had known this, it would be better to take the initiative to serve the beauty in the palace. At least the beauty has a gentle and kind temperament.

"Princess, don't worry, General Wei fell ill because he was infected with the cold and was suddenly anxious. I prescribed a prescription and had acupuncture, and he will wake up tomorrow at the latest."

Wu Si reprimanded weakly with a white face, "If General Wei doesn't wake up tomorrow, prepare to retire and return home."

The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and did not dare to say anything. These days, the imperial doctor is really a high-risk profession.

The corners of Wei Yushu's lips moved twice. Wu Si saw it and quickly stepped forward, put his ear close and asked in a low voice, "Wei Lang, what did you say?"

He opened his mouth: "Yinyin..."

With a bang, Wu Si's face turned pale. She looked at the man lying on the bed with a high fever and a flushed face in disbelief.

She must have heard wrongly, because her eyes were wide open and her hands were tightly clenched into fists at her sides. How could it be Zhao Yin?

Wei Yushu had clearly said personally that he was just using her.

At this moment, Wei Yushu shouted again, "Yinyin..."

Wu Si's body swayed violently, as if he could no longer stand, but fortunately he was supported by the palace maid behind him. "Princess!"

All the blood was gone from her face, and she was as pale as paper.