The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

He spoke incoherently, and Meng Wenyao burst into tears. This uncle actually loved her so much.

Uncle Su murmured for a long time and suddenly came to his senses: "You just said that you and the emperor have..."

Meng Wenyao nodded and said shyly, "Uncle, it's just what you thought."

Uncle Su drank a few sips of tea, sat there for a while and asked, "Are you really okay?"

Meng Wenyao shook his head, and Uncle Su finally felt relieved, secretly thinking that this niece really had a strange destiny.

"As long as you are fine and there is nothing to stop my uncle, I will sort out the dowry and money details."

Things are progressing step by step in the planned direction, which is really pleasant.

When the emperor appeared in Meng Wenyao's room again at night, Meng Wenyao wanted to pretend to be infatuated with Lu Chenghuan to make the emperor feel uncomfortable, and gave Lu Chenghuan eye drops, but she couldn't pretend, she was too happy.

The emperor hugged Meng Wenyao and walked out. Meng Wenyao hugged the emperor's neck tightly and asked nervously: "Where are we going?"

The emperor did not answer, nor did he stop. They jumped up and left the Meng Mansion.

Meng Wenyao was placed on a tall horse. She was so frightened that she almost couldn't sit still. The emperor then landed firmly behind her.

With her back against the broad and warm chest, Meng Wenyao was no longer afraid and huddled in the emperor's arms, letting the horse gallop through the deserted streets of the capital.

After a while, they arrived at the city gate, and a guard went to negotiate. Soon the city gate opened, and the group of people galloped away, heading straight to Fahua Temple.

Half an hour later, Meng Wenyao was in the side hall of the Main Hall. Her palm-sized face was full of questions, and her body was trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was cold or fear.

"Your Majesty, what are we doing here?"

The emperor's big calloused hands gently held Meng Wenyao's face. The hot temperature made Meng Wenyao relax a little.

"I want to favor you."

Meng Wenyao raised her head and met those deep eyes, which contained scorching flames, rolling lust, and a hint of forbearance and restraint.

Her small white hands pushed slightly on his chest, and her body couldn't stop trembling. She looked at him pitifully: "Your Majesty, don't be here, don't."

The emperor stared at the clear water, trying to see whether her refusal was because of fear or because she was here.

Suddenly he was worried that Qiu Shui's eyes were filled with fear. He explained gently: "I don't know whether it was poisoning or a curse. I have killed too many innocent women. Even though you can enter my body now, I am still afraid. , I am afraid that although you can withstand my poison, you will be cursed.

There are 99 enlightened monks chanting sutras in this main hall, which can suppress all evil spirits. When I want you to become my woman, there will be no accidents. Even monsters and monsters cannot take you away from me. "

It was the first time he spoke to her so gently, without the pressure of an emperor at all, and without the usual harshness and coldness in his tone.

He stared at Meng Wenyao's face nervously, fearing that she would show a look of fear and disgust.

Her complexion slowly returned to rosy, her dark eyes filled with tears, and she clutched the clothes on his chest helplessly.

"Does it have to be today?"

This came too suddenly. She originally wanted the emperor to worry for a few days. If it is too easy to get, she will never cherish it so much.

She was dressed in white and looked as weak as a white rabbit in his arms. The tears in her eyes made her eyes clear. There was no fear or rejection, just pure questions.

Three thousand black hairs hung down, just on the back of his hand. He couldn't help but move through the black hairs and pressed her into his arms.

"Today is the night of the full moon. I don't want to wait until next month. In a few days, I will find a reason to take you into the palace."

He had to take her first and make sure she was fine before he could take her into the palace.

If he takes her directly into the palace, the palace is full of filth and evil, and if something happens to her when they have sex, how can he bear it?

Meng Wenyao also understood the emperor's considerations. If she entered the palace and died on the emperor's bed that night, it would be another shocking event.

She could only become his and make sure everything was fine before he could take her into the palace with peace of mind.

Just to ensure that nothing happens to her, I brought her to the side hall of the Main Hall to do the yin and yang thing, which is really an insult to the holy land of Buddhism.

Moreover, there were so many monks chanting sutras in the main hall, and Meng Wenyao felt shy just thinking about it.

Her slender figure only reached his chest, and her neck was a little sore when she raised her head. Meng Wenyao slowly lowered her head.

The emperor gently raised her chin, his eyes were deep, and the rolling lust seemed to overflow.

A hand rubbed her waist, as if to untie the annoying shackles. Meng Wenyao trembled and pushed away slightly, trying to escape.

The big hands tightened around his waist, and the two of them pressed together tightly. Meng Wenyao could feel his temperature, and his body was like a hot rock.

The candles in the hall were swaying and the lights were dim, but his eyes were bright and he could clearly see any change in expression on her face.

If she had even the slightest hint of fear, he would stop immediately.

Meng Wenyao's breathing began to quicken due to nervousness. Due to the rise in body temperature, her face slowly began to flush, and her slightly trembling body slowly collapsed in his arms.

The emperor felt that demons were rushing inside him, clamoring to rush out of his body. The desire to destroy the world made him unable to think anymore.

The two people began to breathe intertwined. Meng Wenyao was placed on a bed, and a powerful body pressed up on him.

He resisted the urge, gently unbuttoned her clothes, and started yin and yang intercourse according to the pattern on the fire avoidance diagram.

Meng Wenyao's mind went blank. He could only hear the sound of Buddha's voice roaring like a drum in the main hall. Could it be that there were really demons and ghosts? Could they really remove the evil spirits from the emperor?

The white jade-like body slowly turned red after being touched by big hands, and some of it turned red and purple.

The emperor was sweating heavily, veins popped out on his neck, and his arms were as strong as two pillars, standing beside Meng Wenyao.

Meng Wenyao had tried her best to relax her body and bear his love and affection, but she still felt uncomfortable.

"pain."

Has he restrained himself again and again, or is it causing her pain? Is it poison? Or a curse?

"Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Meng Wenyao said the sound of pain unconsciously. When the emperor asked, she realized that the emperor was afraid that something would happen to her body.

Could he have thought that her pain was due to poison or a curse?

Meng Wenyao saw the emperor's nervous look, and his hand touched her face, already trembling a little.

Did he think she was going to die?

Meng Wenyao whispered in his ear: "I heard that a woman's first time will be very painful, and it has nothing to do with the emperor's body."

His arms climbed onto his shoulders again, and his body moved up to join him. The fire was about to break out, burning directly to the sky and destroying the earth, turning everything into ashes.

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