The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

In the days that followed, Jiang Nanqiu devoted himself to practicing calligraphy. Jing Anzhi was not at home during the day, so he only had time to teach Jiang Nanqiu at night. His handwriting was powerful and majestic, and his strokes were full of the handsomeness of a man. Jiang Nanqiu could not learn his calligraphy, so he could only learn the hairpin flower small regular script as a second choice.

However, rather than teaching her, Jing Anzhi put his arms around her slender waist, put his hands close to her fair neck, and called her "Qiu'er" in a sweet voice.

The distance between the two was only a few feet. An ambiguous and charming atmosphere lingered between them. Suddenly, Jing Anzhi leaned over and kissed Jiang Nanqiu on the lips. The two interlocked their fingers and the Langhao fell to the ground. In addition to the Langhao, the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk were all thrown to the ground by the man's big hand. Finally, there was the sound of clothes being torn. Jiang Nanqiu felt like a small boat that was beaten without strength in the turbulent waves. She had lost all her support and could only hold on to the hard chest of the man in front of her.

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After everything stopped, Jiang Nanqiu lay on Jing Anzhi's shoulder, too tired to even lift his eyelids. Jing Anzhi, however, looked refreshed, and even tidied up Jiang Nanqiu's hair. That night, both of them stayed in the outer study.

The maids of Qiulan Pavilion waited for most of the night, but the two masters did not come. In the morning, Yu'er went to the outer study to help Jiang Nanqiu get up. But she saw Jiang Nanqiu lift his feet and walk on the floor tiles, as awkward as a clumsy duck. Yu'er's face suddenly turned red, and she cursed angrily, "The prince is too much."

Yu'er didn't understand what was going on, but Madam Rong was laughing secretly and glared at Yu'er several times.

At this time, Jing Anzhi had already gone to work in high spirits. They had both been busy all night, and Jiang Nanqiu was in such a mess that he couldn't even walk, but Jing Anzhi was full of energy. Jiang Nanqiu was very shy, so he quickly dressed and walked back to Qiulan Pavilion.

After lunch, Jiang Nanqiu asked Aji to go to the bookstore in Beijing to buy some calligraphy. Rather than asking Jing Anzhi to teach her how to write, she would rather copy the calligraphy herself. This would save someone from teaching her in the wrong direction...

Two days later, Wang's cold got better. When she learned from Aunt Rong that Jing Zhaoyue had asked Rong Menghan to write the name card for her, Wang was rarely angry. She pointed at Jing Zhaoyue and said, "You are so old, how can you still be so ignorant?"

What is Rong Menghan’s identity? How could he write calligraphy on behalf of Jiang?

Jing Zhaoyue pursed her lips in anger, and just acted like a fool and said, "Mother, I am also doing this for the good of the mansion."

"What do you mean by for the good of the mansion?" Wang said solemnly, "Do you think I'm old and confused?"

Wang was furious, and Rong Mama hurried forward to rub her back. Because Jing Zhaoyue's actions were really foolish, even Rong Mama had to persuade her, "Auntie, please don't hurt Madam's feelings."

Wang hated Rong Menghan deeply, and everyone in the mansion knew about it. Jing Zhaoyue was dissatisfied, but she still nodded, "Mother is right, my daughter will never dare to do it again."

Wang called a halt to this ridiculous thing. After she recovered, she personally wrote visiting cards and asked her maids to deliver them to the homes of her relatives.

Jiang Nanqiu heard about this and sighed. He said to Rong Mama privately, "Mama, don't worry. I will practice calligraphy as soon as possible and not let mother down."

Jiang Nanqiu remembered Wang's painstaking efforts and would not dare to disappoint her expectations. From then on, Jiang Nanqiu would practice calligraphy by copying the calligraphy whenever she had free time. Even if Jing Anzhi pestered her to have sex with her at night, she would make three rules in advance, "My husband, please promise me one thing first."

Jing Anzhi was leaning his head to kiss Jiang Nanqiu, and was about to take a step forward, but was pushed away by Jiang Nanqiu. Jing Anzhi was in high spirits, and his eyes could only take in the beautiful Jiang Nanqiu.

"What's the matter?" Jing Anzhi's voice was hoarse, full of eagerness and desire.

Jiang Nanqiu hugged the front of her clothes and said with her red lips slightly parted, "My Lord, if you mess around a few times, you will have to teach me a few pages of words. You can't mess around anymore."

Jing Anzhi agreed to such a simple request without even thinking about it. He was already impatient, and after agreeing to it, Jiang Nanqiuhou turned over and covered him...

After Jiang Nanqiu's strong request, Jing Anzhi stopped misleading her and taught her calligraphy seriously. In this way, in just half a month, Jiang Nanqiu's calligraphy has improved greatly. Jing Anzhi couldn't help but praise, "Madam has a good understanding."

In addition to practicing calligraphy, Jiang Nanqiu also asked Jing Anzhi to read the Book of Songs to her. After getting married, she had the opportunity to learn and grow, and to see a wider world in the boundless sea of ​​learning. Jiang Nanqiu was really satisfied with her current life.

On this day, the Duke of Ying sent a maid to take Jing Zhaoyue back to the mansion. At first, Jing Zhaoyue was reluctant to go back.

The old woman said with a stern face, "My brother and sister cry day and night, thinking about the lady."

When it came to the child, Jing Zhaoyue's heart softened. With Wang's persuasion, she decided to return to the Duke of Ying's mansion. But before she left, she avoided Wang's eyes and ears and secretly went to Lanyue Pavilion.

At this time, the Lanyue Pavilion was quiet and cold. There was a few silver charcoals burning in the room, and Rong Menghan was lying on the Luohan couch in a daze. When she saw Jing Zhaoyue, she sat up.

Fang Er smiled and offered tea, but Jing Zhaoyue waved her away, "Go down, I have something to say to your girl."

After Fang'er left, Jing Zhaoyue took a closer look at Rong Menghan. Her beautiful face was still attractive, but she looked a little depressed because she had lost her spirit.

Jing Zhaoyue advised, "You should also think more positively."

Rong Menghan just smiled, but that smile did not reach her eyes. She asked Jing Zhaoyue, "Did you receive the letter?"

Jing Zhaoyue was stunned, then took out a letter from her sleeve pocket and handed it to Rong Menghan. Jing Zhaoyue didn't know how Rong Menghan got in touch with the Seventh Prince. However, for the sake of their past relationship, she still advised, "The Seventh Prince is not a good person, don't trust him easily."

Rong Menghan smiled and said softly, "Thank you for your reminder." Then, she moved away from the warm light, looking unwilling to talk to Jing Zhaoyue. Jing Zhaoyue had no choice but to leave Lanyue Pavilion.

As soon as she left, Rong Menghan tore open the letter and saw the words written by the Seventh Prince himself, "See you at Long'an Temple at the end of the month."

Rong Menghan threw the letter into the charcoal basin expressionlessly. The flames quickly devoured the letter, as if devouring her heart as well.

Rong Menghan knew that what Jing Zhaoyue said was true. The Seventh Prince was not a good person. Like the Sixth Prince, he regarded women as playthings. The only difference was that the Seventh Prince was forbearing and did not show his inner darkness in public. He was willing to communicate with her and even meet her because of his possessiveness.

Of course, when she was still the daughter of the Rong family, she had rejected the Seventh Prince. A nobleman like him would naturally remember that rejection in his heart. Now that she had something to ask of him, he would naturally find ways to humiliate her. Jiang Nanqiu understood it in her heart, but she didn't care.

Gu Cui is dead, Jing Anzhi no longer loves her, what else can she rely on? Isn't it just this body?