Quick travel: After being bound to the childbirth system, she became pregnant and was pampered

There was nothing much going on at night. Yu Jinshu took a bath early and sat under the lamp stand reading.

The book is a story novel that I bought at a bookstore when I was shopping two days ago. The story in it is full of twists and turns, heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching. It made Yu Jinshu cry.

Feng Yu was sitting on the table and drawing, and he was drawing pictures of beauties again.

But this time, what he painted was not a fictional beauty, but Yu Jinshu sitting in the room with the lamp on and reading a storybook.

Feng Yu looked at Yu Jinshu at this time, who usually looked arrogant, but at this moment, he was holding the pages and turning them over, wiping his tears while turning them.

The small appearance is charming and pitiful, but it is somewhat interesting.

Inadvertently, Feng Yu's lips curved into a smile.

He suddenly felt that this scene was so warm. If it could be like this for the rest of his life, it wouldn't be impossible.

No, but very ok.

But he understood that he and Yu Jinshu were just pawns of the emperor Feng Yishan.

After Yu Jinshu read the end of the thin story book, he threw it on the table, "Who wrote this? I have to go and give him the blade. It made me angry to death. I thought the two of them There was a good ending, but I didn’t expect that both the male and female protagonists died, and they killed each other. It’s irritating, it’s really irritating.”

Feng Yu felt a little depressed for no reason when he heard Yu Jinshu's words.

The story in the storybook ends so badly, what about him and her?

What will be the final outcome?

He couldn't imagine it, he could only cherish the time at this moment and live it day by day.

Yu Jinshu stood up, walked to the washbasin stand, picked up a towel and wiped his face. While wiping it back, he said, "I will never read this kind of novel again."

Feng Yu finished the last stroke on the drawing paper, blew on the ink, and looked at the beauty in the painting. He always felt that he only painted about 70% of her beauty. This stroke always missed something.

His painting skills were among the best in the capital, but he couldn't draw her very beautiful, which made him feel regretful.

Yu Jinshu wiped his face, walked to the bed and looked at Feng Yu: "Do you have any other books that I can read happily?"

Feng Yu stood up and saw that the tip of her nose and the circles under her eyes were red, and he knew that she really took those words into his heart and was so sad.

He walked under the lampstand, glanced at the author's name, then walked to the chest of drawers, opened the drawer in the middle, took out three books from it, and walked to the bed.

Yu Jinshu was fuming and couldn't calm down. He was still angry at the ending of the story. He knew it was fiction, but he was still extremely sad.

Feng Yu handed her three books: "Only this one."

Yu Jinshu looked at the covers of these three books and immediately turned from crying into laughing: "These are erotic pictures."

It was also strange. Seeing Feng Yu coming with these three erotic pictures, she felt ridiculous, and her mood immediately became relaxed and happy.

Feng Yu took off his loose clothes, sat on the bed, and looked at her sideways, with a hint of evil in his eyes: "This is the only book in the room that can make people happy."

Yu Jinshu flipped through a few pages at random, his face flushed.

Feng Yu became emotional, hugged her into his arms, brought his lips together and kissed her.

He liked to smell her body very much, and he liked to kiss her neck and shoulders first, until she was completely weak, and then he got to the point.

A night of fun, no need to go into details.

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Feng Yu said that he would take Yu Jinshu to a place.

The two of them got into the carriage, walked through the streets, and stopped in front of a house.

Yu Jinshu got off the carriage and came. Looking at the gate of the house, he knew that it was a mansion of aristocratic family.

The word "Mofu" is written on the door plaque.

"Are you taking me to find Mo Zhili?"

Feng Yu nodded calmly.

At this time, the door opened. When the concierge saw Feng Yu, he quickly saluted, and a boy came in to report.

After a while, Mo Zhili walked quickly.

As soon as Feng Yu saw Mo Zhili, he took out a dagger from his sleeve pocket. He pulled out the dagger and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Mo Zhili's chest, scaring Mo Zhili half to death.

The concierge was also at a loss.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing? We have been friends since childhood. Why do you want to kill me with a knife?"

Yu Jinshu stepped forward to stop him: "Feng Yu, why do you want to kill him?"

She didn't know that Feng Yu brought her here to kill Mo Zhili.

Feng Yu said: "The storybook you read last night was written by Mo Zhili. His pen name is Yuli."

"Ah!" Yu Jinshu looked at Mo Zhili in surprise. Indeed, the author of the words written in the notebook was Yuli.

Mo Zhili was confused: "Your Majesty, Emperor Ji read the script I wrote and you want to kill me. What's the reason? You can't bully me just because you are the Crown Prince."

Feng Yu said: "What kind of bad storybook did you write? You wrote that good couple to death and made them kill each other."

Mo Zhili couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, "Your Majesty, I wrote something for fun, and you actually want to kill me for this matter. Where is the justice in this?"

Yu Jinshu was also puzzled: "Feng Yu, it's really unjustifiable for you to kill him for this matter."

Feng Yu looked at Yu Jinshu: "Didn't you ask last night who wrote this book? Do you want to give the author a razor blade?"

Hearing this, Yu Jinshu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I just said it casually, but you actually took it seriously."

She hurriedly stepped forward to push Feng Yu's hand away, and took away the dagger in his hand, "I said it jokingly. At that time, I just thought that the author wrote the plot so poorly that it made me cry. I'm half dead, but I don't really want to give the author a blade. It's good for you to take it seriously."

Mo Zhili wiped the sweat from his forehead: "My lord, you are such a person who forgets your friends. You just got married yesterday, and today you want to kill me for the sake of the emperor."

Feng Yu looked at Mo Zhili: "I don't really want to kill you, I just want to scare you so that you don't kill the hero and heroine next time."

Mo Zhili nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you really woke me up when you used the knife. I won't dare to write the hero and heroine to death next time. Otherwise, if I really encounter someone who wants to deliver the knife, I won't be able to do it." Life is about to be taken away.”

He really had a false alarm, and his back was wet at this time.

Yu Jinshu looked at Feng Yu and felt that this man was getting more and more interesting. He actually remembered what she said casually last night and actually threatened Mo Zhili with a dagger.

Mo Zhili invited Feng Yu and Yu Jinshu into the front hall in fear.

After the tea soup was brewed, Mo Zhili drank a cup of tea to calm down his shock, and then asked Yu Jinshu about the story he wrote in the script.

This question opened up the conversation.

Feng Yu silently listened to them talking about the empty stories in the notebook, thinking that Yu Jinshu and Mo Zhili had such a common topic, but on the contrary, he and Yu Jinshu never had a few good words to say every time they were together.

He felt sad in his heart.

He left Mo's Mansion and went shopping for a while. When he returned to the gate of Prince Liang's Mansion, he saw Yingge walking over with a look of fear on his face.