The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Jiang Nanqiu rushed to Qiulan Pavilion before dinner.

Because Wang was not feeling well these two days, she stayed in Tongyuan almost every day without slacking off for a moment.

Yu'er felt sorry for her, "Madam, why do you have to be so dedicated? Your own health is not good either."

Jiang Nanqiu smiled and said, "It is my duty to be filial to my mother-in-law." Besides, Wang was sincere to her. In the past few days, she kept talking about asking Jing Anzhi to consummate the marriage with her.

Jiang Nanqiu also hoped to get pregnant as soon as possible, but Jing Anzhi had no such intention at all, so she didn't want to go ahead and throw herself at him.

"Madam said that this aphrodisiac comes from the Western Regions. As long as the prince drinks it, he will be infatuated." Jiang Nanqiu said softly. Although there was no shyness on her face, she was worried in her heart. After all, she was only a sixteen-year-old girl who had just married and was very unfamiliar with the pleasure of sex.

Yu'er also hoped that Jiang Nanqiu could become pregnant with the Crown Prince's child as soon as possible, so that no one could shake her position.

"I am just worried. What should I do if the prince wakes up and blames Madam?"

Jiang Nanqiu was sitting in front of the dressing table, smiling at the beautiful face in the mirror, "I am also innocent, and I was also the one whose mind was taken away by this drug. How could the prince blame me?"

Yu'er smiled, "Madam is really smart."

The two of them smiled and watched the sun rise outside. When the sun set in the west, Jiang Nanqiu found a thin and transparent bellyband from his suitcase.

Jiang Nanqiu took a delicate rose bath, and then asked the cooks to prepare a banquet. The medicine sent by Wang was also sprinkled into the wine cup by Jiang Nanqiu.

It was not until dusk that Jing Anzhi finally arrived at Qiulan Pavilion.

"Master is here." Jiang Nanqiu stood at the door, waiting for him.

When he walked into the main room, Jiang Nanqiu said again, "I asked the court physician to examine Miss Rong just now. The physician said that she needed to rest for three days and nourish her body. So I took the initiative to open your private storehouse and sent two hundred-year-old ginsengs to Lanyue Pavilion." As she said this, Jiang Nanqiu's pure and bright eyes stared at Jing Anzhi.

Jing Anzhi was moved and said, "You have done a good job in these things. It is a blessing for Meng Han and me to marry you."

He felt guilty, so when Jiang Nanqiu asked him to have a drink together, he did not refuse.

"When I was in the Jiang family, I was born in a humble family, and I have never tasted wine that tastes so mellow." Jiang Nanqiu also tried his best, lowered his eyelashes and said these words very lonelyly.

Jing Anzhi already felt sorry for her hard work, and now he felt even worse. Therefore, he did not wait for Jiang Nanqiu to come and pour the wine, but walked to her side and poured the wine for her himself, "In the future, in the Zhenguo Mansion, you can drink as much as you want."

His eyebrows were gentle, his tone was clear, and his words were sincere and heartfelt. In this life, he could not give Jiang Nanqiu the love of a husband, but he could give her the power of luxury.

Jiang Nanqiu naturally heard the hidden meaning in his words. She felt lonely, but it was only fleeting. "Thank you for your kindness, sir." Jiang Nanqiu said, raising her glass towards Jing Anzhi.

Jing Anzhi nodded and drank all the wine in his hand.

Then, Jiang Nanqiu made a look at Yu'er. Yu'er understood and quietly led the maids to retreat to the outer room.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jing Anzhi found that his head was very dizzy, and there seemed to be a rush of eagerness in his body. At first, he didn't notice that he was different, until Jiang Nanqiu got up from the stool and walked to his side to serve him food, and the refreshing rose scent penetrated his nose.

Jing Anzhi suddenly lost his composure, and he almost uncontrollably stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Nanqiu's white and smooth wrist.

Under the dim candlelight, Jiang Nanqiu raised his eyes and looked at Rang Jing Anzhi.

Jing Anzhi was handsome to begin with, but now, under the influence of drugs, he was confused and looked at Jiang Nanqiu with his bright eyes. As their eyes met, Jing Anzhi took two steps closer to her, their chests almost touching. Jiang Nanqiu could even hear his flustered heartbeat.

The man's hand began to move from the wrist and climbed upwards, sparks were raised wherever it passed, and Jiang Nanqiu's breathing suddenly became flustered.

Jing Anzhi was under the influence of the drug and leaned towards Jiang Nanqiu. His hoarse voice was full of temptation, "I feel a little dizzy."

Jiang Nanqiu naturally would not pretend to be reserved at this critical moment. She also stroked her head and fell into Jing Anzhi's arms like a willow in the wind. The fragrance on her body conquered his heart, and he was like finding a life-saving rain. He tightly grasped her slender waist. When he was about to turn his head to kiss Jiang Nanqiu's lips, Yanhong's hysterical shout suddenly rang out from the silent corridor, "My Lord, Miss Rong committed suicide."

This sound pulled Jing Anzhi back from the boundless sea of ​​​​purity. She resisted the overflowing eagerness in her heart and pushed Jiang Nanqiu away, trying to regain consciousness.

Jiang Nanqiu also heard Yanhong's voice outside. She had no time to get angry, and she had already mustered up the courage to put her arms around Jing Anzhi's waist. And how could Jing Anzhi, who was in a state of confusion and love, resist the embrace of a beautiful woman?

The clothes are half taken off, and the couple is affectionate and charming.

Seeing that he was about to sink into it again, Yanhong outside shouted again, "Did the prince forget his promise to Miss Rong?"

Memories of the past flooded into Jing Anzhi's head like a tide. He suddenly pulled out the knife from his waist and cut his wrist fiercely. Blood gushed out like a spring, and the intense pain dispelled the confusion brought by the drug.

Jing Anzhi let the wound on his wrist bleed profusely. After regaining consciousness, he glanced at Jiang Nanqiu coldly, then walked out of Qiulan Pavilion without looking back.

The house was dead silent.

After a long time, Jiang Nanqiu finally put the half-undone clothes back on his shoulders.

Yu'er and Ling Qing walked into the main room one after the other, holding candlesticks in their hands, lighting up the scene inside the room. Jiang Nanqiu sat on the bed in despair, her beautiful face full of sadness.