The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

"Master."

She stood behind the beaded curtain and called out to Jing Anzhi, who was resisting the surging emotions outside the inner bedroom.

Her voice was soft and like the chirping of an oriole, and if you listened carefully you could hear a hint of coquettish tenderness.

Jing Anzhi's tightly locked heart was already mostly open to Jiang Nanqiu, and the aphrodisiac wine handed to him by Madam Rong only brought out the desires hidden deep in his heart.

Jing Anzhi slowly walked into the inner bedroom, and at this time Jiang Nanqiu also lit the candlestick in the inner bedroom.

The dim candlelight casts flickering shadows.

Jiang Nanqiu stood beside the Luohan couch, feeling uneasy. Although there was silver charcoal burning in the inner bedroom, she always felt a little cold because she was only wearing a nightgown. However, she didn't want to show her fear.

She had gone through so much hardship and spent so much effort to get to where she is today. There were jackals and tigers in front of her and ferocious beasts and hungry wolves behind her, all trying to bite off a piece of her tender flesh and snatch away the happiness she had worked so hard to get.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanqiu strengthened his mind and took a big step towards the direction of Jing'an Battle.

The man's figure was like a mountain, leaning high in front of Jiang Nanqiu, blocking the ambiguous and charming candlelight.

Perhaps the drug worked. Jing Anzhi could no longer suppress his inner eagerness and reached out to grab Jiang Nanqiu's slender waist.

The nightgown was as smooth and lustrous as brocade. The man's hands tied the nightgown and touched the woman's skin, which was even more delicate than brocade. In an instant, a prairie fire was ignited in Jing Anzhi's heart.

"Qiu'er."

Jing Anzhi was already bewitched, and his pair of slender jade fingers were not satisfied with just wandering around Jiang Nanqiu's waist.

He clearly knew that the person standing in front of him was his legal wife, who had been married after three matchmakers, six engagements, four books and five ceremonies. She was the wife he had been struggling with for a few days, not knowing how to consummate the marriage with. Jing Anzhi was at the age of full of vigor and vitality, and he also vaguely realized his feelings for Jiang. If it were according to his nature, he would only wish to consummate the marriage with Jiang as soon as possible. He had heard from his colleagues in the Imperial City Bureau who had already married that when a man and a woman fall in love, it will be as colorful as fireworks exploding in the sky.

Jing Anzhi had not experienced sex yet, so he did not understand the feeling. The only thing he was sure of was that Jiji was eager to get closer to Jiang, and he also wanted to experience the feeling of love with Jiang.

Under the charming halo, Jing Anzhi's body and heart moved closer to Jiang Nanqiu. His slender jade fingers finally climbed up the belt of the nightgown. The nightgown fell with a sound, and the curtains were like delicate and beautiful butterflies. Yu'er and Ling Qing, who were guarding the corridor, blushed and did not dare to look into each other's eyes for a moment.

The night is hazy and the howling cold wind blows on people's hearts.

But what was more annoying than the cold night wind was the whimpering sound like a kitten coming from the inner bedroom, and occasionally there were a few voices of a man trying to comfort her patiently.

...........

An unknown amount of time had passed. "Hurry up and prepare some water in the ear room. The masters will need it soon." Although Ling Qing was very shy, she still acted like a maid and asked Ling Han and the other two servants to prepare hot water.

The maids and servants were busy together.

.............

On the second day, Yu'er held her head high and went to the kitchen to get the maids' breakfast rations in a refreshed mood.

The two masters of Qiulan Pavilion were tired after a night of sleep and had not yet gotten up. Madam Rong made the decision to let the maids have breakfast first. Yu'er was also a top maid beside Jiang Nanqiu. She usually didn't want to do such trivial things as receiving the allowance. But today was different. Her wife had suffered a lot when she first married into the Zhenguo Mansion. On the wedding night, she stayed alone in the empty room, and was bullied by Rong Menghan again and again. The servants of the Zhenguo Mansion were all flatterers who looked down on the weak. They often ridiculed the wife for not being able to win the heart of her husband.

Now that the Madam has finally seen the light, Yu'er will naturally go to the outer courtyard to support her. Jiang Nanqiu has secured her position as the Madam of the Crown Prince, and these servants also share in the honor.

A quarter of an hour later, the news that Qiulang Pavilion had ordered three or four rounds of water last night spread throughout the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion.

Wang was very happy when she heard the news. She hurriedly asked her maids to pick out some rare medicinal herbs from the private warehouse and sent them to Qiulan Pavilion immediately.

"Tell Madam to take good care of herself and let me have a grandson as soon as possible." Wang said with a smile.

But inside the Lanyue Pavilion it was freezing cold.

Jing Anzhi had not set foot in the Moon-Raising Pavilion for a long time. Rong Menghan leaned against the window and cried every day. She was very talented and wrote several poems out of sadness. But Gu Cui did not understand poetry and had no sympathy for women.

On this day, she brought tea and breakfast as usual. However, the breakfast served by the kitchen today was really bad. It was just a bowl of stalk rice porridge and two plates of refreshing side dishes, and that was all Rong Menghan was given.

When Gu Cui went to the kitchen to collect her share, she watched the cook trying her best to curry favor with Yu'er. For breakfast alone, she prepared five kinds of exquisite and delicious dishes for her. She was a lowly servant, but her breakfast was a hundred times more exquisite than Rong Menghan's. How could Gu Cui bear such a blow?

Gu Cui glanced at the hard-to-swallow breakfast on the pearwood table, and immediately knelt down in front of Rong Menghan with tears in her eyes, "Miss, please consider this as a servant's beg. Qiulan Pavilion is now in its heyday. If you continue to sit there and wait for death, there will be no place for you in the Zhenguo Mansion."

Rong Menghan just remained silent, but tears flashed across her misty eyes.

Even if she was unwilling to admit it, she had to admit the fact that Jing Anzhi had fallen in love with someone else.

Ever since the polo club, his heart and body have been glued to Jiang's Qiulan Pavilion.

Even though Rong Menghan tried her best to see him, or mentioned their old love, or acted like a pitiful person with tears in her eyes, Jing Anzhi's heart seemed to have frozen, and he no longer had the warmth he once had for him.

Rong Menghan was such a proud and noble woman, how could she accept Jing Anzhi's change of heart? She hated Jiang shi very much in her heart, but was unwilling to admit her failure, so she could only lean against the Moon-Raising Pavilion in despair, feeling sad and depressed.

Gu Cui watched her lose her temper, feeling anxious and afraid, so she tried to persuade her again, "These servants look down on you, and I am the only one who knows your merits, but what's the use of me knowing it alone? They even publicized the fact that the prince asked for water several times a night. Isn't this just a weird way to rub the morale of our Lanyue Pavilion?"

When Jiang first married, the prince did not even set foot in Qiulan Pavilion on their wedding night for the sake of his daughter. At that time, the servants of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion kept praising their Lanyue Pavilion, and the meals delivered by the kitchen every day were as rich as delicacies from the mountains and the sea. But what about now? Even dogs would hate the meals sent by the kitchen.

Rong Menghan suddenly stood up from the window. She was dressed elegantly and walked gracefully into the outer room.

"Gu Cui, do you think I am too aloof and should have had physical contact with the prince earlier?" Rong Menghan suddenly asked.

"Gu Cui, I know you blame me for being hypocritical and for pushing the prince to Jiang's side."

Rong Menghan had regretted and lamented several times these days. She shouldn't have underestimated Jiang Shi, nor should she have pretended to be cold and indifferent and rejected Jing Anzhi.

She is no longer the talented lady of the Rong family who was famous in the capital. Why should she regard her innocence as more important than her life?

Rong Menghan laughed at herself and glanced at the simple breakfast on the table. She finally realized that if she continued to be so depressed, she would have no place to stand in the Zhenguo Mansion.

"Please bring the medicine I asked you to buy last time for me." Rong Menghan lowered his eyes resolutely and bravely.