The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Jing Anzhi was not a person who could not tell good from evil. When he saw Jiang Nanqiu kneeling in front of him and sobbing, he felt guilty, but how could he, who was used to being so proud, possibly apologize to her?

Jiang Nanqiu looked up and caught a glimpse of the strange look on Jing Anzhi's face. She rolled her eyes, cried softly, and fainted to one side. Her fainting not only relieved Jing Anzhi's embarrassment, but also gave him a way out.

This farce in the ancestral hall should not continue. If Jing Anzhi really forced his way in, Rong Menghan would be so proud, and her efforts with Wang's family would be in vain.

The "unconscious" Jiang Nanqiu heard the worried words of Jing Anzhi, the head of the group, "Go and get the imperial physician, and be careful to support Madam."

Jiang Nanqiu fell into Yu'er's arms, and in a corner where no one else could see, he smiled a triumphant smile.

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The night in the Buddhist temple was filled with the whistling sound of the wild wind, which made Rong Menghan's forehead feel extremely cold.

Today, her plan of playing hard to get and making a desperate attempt failed, and the Duke of the State became furious, so he followed the crowd and sentenced her. This plan seemed to have lost more than it gained.

Just now in the Buddhist hall, she heard Jing Anzhi's desperate actions, and also heard Jiang Nanqiu's sinister interference.

Jiang, a concubine's daughter of humble origin, persuaded Jing Anzhi to leave with the most considerate Chinese words.

Rong Menghan sneered and said to Gu Cui beside him, "It turns out that I underestimated this Jiang."

Gu Cui didn't have so many thoughts in her mind. She felt that Jiang was a little strange. Sometimes she was generous and virtuous, and seemed to consider Rong Menghan everywhere, but sometimes she would show her true colors.

Jiang Nanqiu fainted until the second half of the night. The lights in the Buddhist hall were on all night, and Qiulan Garden was in chaos.

Jiang Nanqiu was so worried about Rong Menghan that she even fainted. It was reasonable for Jing Anzhi to go to Qiulang Pavilion to visit her. Jing Anzhi was also hesitant about this.

When Wang heard about Jiang Nanqiu's fainting, she rushed to Qiulang Pavilion in person. After asking about Jiang Nanqiu's health, she said to Jing Anzhi, "Jiang served me wholeheartedly and did her best to treat Rong Menghan."

Wang's face was full of earnestness, but Jing Anzhi had a wooden face. He sighed helplessly, "Mother knows why her son married Jiang. If it weren't for Menghan's misfortune..." He didn't say anything about his indignation. Wang was almost hurt by Rong Menghan today. Now her pale face was full of sorrow. Jing Anzhi didn't dare to disobey her again.

"Mother is still sick, and the dew is heavy at night. Please take care of yourself." Jing Anzhi lowered his bright eyes and said so.

Wang stood in the silent night for half an hour and was already very tired. Finally, with the support of Rong Mama, she slowly left. Jing Anzhi watched her leave, and for some reason, he felt a little sad.

Standing in the moonlit courtyard, Jing Anzhi felt extremely lonely. There were countless fireworks in the world, but not a single one was lit for him.

While he was in a daze, a corner door of the main house of Qiulan Pavilion opened, and Yu'er poked her head out and said to Jing Anzhi in the courtyard, "My Lord, the Madam is awake."

Jing Anzhi didn't say anything.

Yu'er was afraid, but she still said with courage, "Madam said she has something very important to tell the prince."

Even though Jing Anzhi was unwilling, he had to bite the bullet and walk into Qiulan Pavilion.

Jing Anzhi rarely went into his new room. He usually slept in the green gauze cabinet and often never even glanced inside. But today, perhaps because Jiang Nanqiu was ill, Jing Anzhi stepped into the inner bedroom in an unusual way.

The dim candlelight illuminated Jiang Nanqiu's beautiful and graceful figure.

Jing Anzhi knew that Jiang Nanqiu was beautiful, calm and virtuous. He made the right choice by marrying her as his wife.

"Just focus on your recovery. You don't need to worry about things outside." Jing Anzhi's expression softened as he spoke to Jiang Nanqiu who was lying on the bed.

Jiang Nanqiu winked at Yu'er.

Yu'er immediately stepped forward to help her up. Jiang Nanqiu sat up straight and wanted to salute Jing Anzhi.

"No need," Jing Anzhi waved his hand and said, "You are still sick, why bother to perform the ceremony?"

Only then did Jiang Nanqiu give up the idea of ​​paying his respects to him.

Jiang Nanqiu had fainted once just now, and there was still a trace of sadness on her face. Although Jing Anzhi was standing beside her, he did not dare to look at Jiang Nanqiu.

However, after a while, he felt really bad and could only say calmly, "I misunderstood you about Meng Han's matter. I won't do it again in the future." After going through so many things, Jing Anzhi already knew that Jiang Nanqiu was a kind-hearted person and would never speculate about her with malice again.

Jiang Nanqiu smiled brightly, "Master, why do you have to say such things? You married me and saved me from having to live such a hard life. Qiu'er is only grateful to you."

After hearing this, Jing Anzhi felt even worse. He didn't need to ask, just from the two-handled porcelain vase, he could tell how difficult and miserable Jiang Nanqiu's life was in the past. Her stepmother must be a vicious woman.

"Yes," Jing Anzhi responded, his eyes were a little softer than before, "From now on, the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion will be your home. Even if I want to make Meng Han my co-wife in the future, you will still be my legal wife."

Jing Anzhi's light words made Jing Nanqiu feel as if he had entered a cold kiln.

Her heart was trembling so much that she couldn't speak for a moment.

She never thought that Jing Anzhi was planning to make Rong Menghan his legal wife.

But how could there be a co-wife in a proper aristocratic family? She had finally established a foothold in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and she saw that Jing Anzhi's attitude towards her had become much gentler. Everything was developing in the direction she expected, but the word "co-wife" was like a basin of cold water pouring down her.

How can I allow someone to sleep soundly beside my pillow?

Rong Menghan made a scene at the banquet today, and it really worked. If she hadn't met me, this dream of becoming a co-wife might have really come true.

Jiang Nanqiu quickly put away her panic. She glanced at Jing Anzhi in front of the bed and asked with a smile, "Has the prince mentioned the idea of ​​a co-wife to his father-in-law and mother-in-law?"

Jing Anzhi sighed, "My parents are prejudiced against Meng Han. I think we should wait until they calm down before bringing up this matter."

"I would like to give you some advice. If you really want to marry Miss Rong, you'd better not mention this matter to your mother-in-law." Jiang Nanqiu's tone was very sincere.

Jing Anzhi frowned, looking uneasy, "The matter of having a co-wife requires the approval of the elders before it can be passed. Why can't I say it?"