Quick Wear: Pregnant Beauty and Childbirth Plan

"Curse Huan Yan. From now on he will never be able to leave the person he hates the most. He will always want to guard the person he hates the most."

"The more he hates that fifth lady, the more intense his passion burns. This is the price he pays for destroying the Witch Clan."

"He is destined to lose his beloved cousin Song Yuan and be forever addicted to love with the person he hates most, and he will never wake up."

As soon as the spell came out, Lan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.

She secretly lamented that it was indeed impossible to cast a curse on the future emperor, but he did have people he loved and people he hated, and even the will of heaven could not prevent the spell from taking effect.

This spell does not seem to harm anyone's life, but it can teach Huan Yan that he will never be able to court love, and will always be entangled with the person he hates most in his life until death.

"Witch, how dare you cast a curse on me!"

Huan Yan suddenly woke up and put his arms through the water prison to strangle her neck, but Lan Yan had already died, and the man was furious visible to the naked eye.

"Somebody come!"

"My lord, what are your orders?"

The general who came over knelt on his knees, facing Huan Yan, not even daring to raise his head.

"Crush this woman's muscles and bones, whip her body and skin it, then cremate it and burn it, and throw her ashes into the animal room to feed the animals!"

In just one cup of tea, Cen Yue saw Huan Yan walking out of the water prison, his expression extremely ugly.

"My lord, did the witch tell the truth?"

Cen Yue asked tentatively.

Huan Yan was speechless for a moment, his face became more and more solemn, and he could not hide the anger in his body, which was alarming to see.

"Lord?" Cen Yue called him again.

"Useless person, full of nonsense, she is already dead."

The feather fan in Cen Yue's hand almost fell down. She was a saint of the witch clan. Her witchcraft was extremely unpredictable, so she was eliminated by the lord like this?

"My lord, is that witch disrespectful to you?"

Huan Yan's face became even more ugly, but he didn't want to hide it.

"She cast a curse on me. She only remembers the words "extremely disgusting person". I wonder if you, sir, have any insights into this curse?"

Cen Yue was puzzled.

A very disgusting person? It means that the spell is related to emotions, so there should be no worries about life.

"Don't worry, my lord, this spell will not threaten your life. What's more, the person who cast the spell is dead, so the spell usually won't take effect."

Huan Yan nodded, the demon girl was indeed dead.

Then, the man raised his eyes and looked around the competition ground. He saw several concubines from the Huan family picking off the soldiers and fighting them, and all of them were beaten to the ground.

"The sword has no eyes, so you should try your best!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huan Yan jumped onto the competition platform, drew his sword and sparred with his cousin.

The two of them were going back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was who.

In an instant, Huan Yan's sword was stuck in front of his cousin's neck.

"My lord is mighty!" said his cousin.

In an instant, the soldiers knelt on their knees and shouted, "My lord is mighty!"

Huan Yan withdrew his sword and turned to look at them, "The officers and soldiers are the core members of our Huan family army. They are responsible for protecting our country and recovering our mountains and rivers. If you are timid and unwilling, you can leave the army at any time."

The soldiers said in unison: "I am willing to charge into the battle for our lord!"

Huan Yan smiled.

Cen Yue stood under the training table, watching Huan Yan regain his former majestic momentum, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The man had great ambitions, but his methods were too bloody and cruel.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the captured Luoyang spies having their bones broken into pieces and chopped into pulp, coupled with the addition of the Witch Clan Saint, he was frightened.

Forget it, a tyrant is also a king!

It is your duty to be a minister of others and to be loyal to the king.

*

After leaving Duke Wen's mansion, Wen Ya went to the alley at the back entrance. As the wedding day approached, the number of times she and Cui Ying met became less and less.

Across the hazy rain curtain, Mr. Ichiro is dressed in a white brocade robe embroidered with bamboo patterns, embroidered with silver thread, floating in splendor, decorated with white jade on his waist, and has a clear face.

The whole body is full of nobles and nobles, and the word "Li Lan Yuan Zhi" subconsciously appears in Wen Ya's mind.

He is indeed a noble man.

"Wait a long time?"

She walked over with a slight smile and pretended to greet him naturally.

"Not long, I just arrived."

Cui Ying stood under the eaves at the door and saw Wen Ya holding an umbrella. He immediately stepped forward and took the oil-paper umbrella.

"Let's go, I've reserved a private room at the restaurant."

"Well, in a few days, I want to try on a wedding dress. Can I wear it for you in advance?"

Looking at Lang Jun's airy and ascetic appearance, Wen Ya randomly found a topic in order to bring the two of them closer.

"Okay, it's all up to you."

"Since you listen to me, then why don't you help me put on my wedding dress with your own hands? And then help me take it off piece by piece?"

Cui Ying paused for a moment before the word "good" came out of his mouth, but it got stuck in his throat.

"Let's go, let's go eat first. I also want to read some books."

Wen Ya held Lang Jun's arm to avoid getting her clothes wet in the rain. Lang Jun curved his lips and smiled, holding the woman in his arms tightly.

A quarter of an hour later, the two arrived at the restaurant in a carriage.

They went up to the private room on the second floor. From here, they could see the storyteller on the first floor, busy telling stories.

Wen Ya smiled: "We are counting down the days of being single. Mr. Cui, how do you feel?"

"It's hard to be single. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. Finally, I've been waiting for the fifth lady. I hope that we can fast forward to the big day."

Cui Ying responded, with a playful look on his face that was inconsistent with his usual calmness.

"Ha, thanks to my good judgment, I caught you with your talent, otherwise, how could you have such a good wife like me today?"

Wen Ya responded teasingly.

Cui Ying nodded happily, "What the fifth lady said is that I, Cui Ying, swear here that I will be devoted to Wen Ya and be obedient in the future. If I violate this oath, the sky will thunder..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Ya covered his lips.

Regardless of whether the child is dead or not, Wen Ya feels that she has completed the task of giving birth to a child, and then she must find a handsome boy to live together until the end of her life.

"Okay, of course I believe you."

Cui Ying smiled softly. The white face of the man who looked like a jade tree was instantly chapped, just like the sun shining on the earth.

He raised his hand and lovingly fed Wen Ya freshly peeled almonds.

The guests on the first floor were enjoying themselves and being noisy, but there were always people who couldn't get into the atmosphere.

Li An came to Luoyang a few days ago. As the deputy general of Youzhou Jiedu Envoy, no, now he is the deputy general of Fuyuan Marquis, he came to the capital to see him, and he was dragged to the restaurant by these old people.

Today we were in the restaurant, discussing matters with the Qingzhou Jiedushi and Jizhou Jiedushi. After the conversation in the box on the second floor, several people were invited to this floor to listen to a book.

After sitting on the first floor for a while, Li An came from a family of military commanders and was not interested in this storyteller at all. He couldn't help but regret his decision. He stood up and wanted to leave.

However, the moment he turned around, the sound of a man and a woman playing behind him reached his ears. Li An consciously turned his head and glanced towards the second floor.

Just this glance made him change his expression.

This woman looks so familiar!

Li An was thinking hard about the impressions of people he met in the past in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the more weird he felt.