The tyrant has a little monster

Uncle Li felt dizzy and wanted to cry. If he had known that the big liar Li Bai was talking about was His Majesty, he would never have said that he would help teach him a lesson.

However, while flustered, there was also a little bit of curiosity, so why did our sage lie to Li Bai?

It's a pity that I dare not inquire about it.

Fortunately, Shengshan didn't make trouble for him, but drove them all out of the hall, leaving Li Bai alone.

When there were only two people left in the hall, Bei Chunzhi couldn't help laughing when he saw the person who had been staring at him, "I've had someone check it, and there's nothing in my stomach."

Nothing, let alone Li Bai's son inside.

In fact, he still has another idea, Li Bai is obviously not involved in the world, and he doesn't understand a lot of truths, maybe something really happened during the period when he lost his memory, Li Bai thought he was pregnant...

Forget it, this idea is absolutely impossible.

Li Bai insisted: "There is!"

For such a determined Li Bai, Bei Chunzhi really didn't know what to say.

But at this time, Li Bai stepped forward a little bit, he tapped his toes in embarrassment, "I have a way to prove it."

"Oh?"

Li Bai's eyes sparkled, "Why don't we try?"

Bei Chunzhi always felt that something was wrong, but he still asked, "How to try?"

Li Bai leaned forward, pouted his lips high: "I can suck it out!"

"...cough, cough, cough, cough." Bei Chunzhi was so frightened that he coughed, and turned his head away from looking directly at him. He really didn't want to admit that he was frightened.

Li Bai frowned, "Why are you still coughing?"

Bei Chunzhi coughed until his face turned red, and when he stopped coughing, he said, "I also coughed in Fengqing Mountain?"

Li Bai nodded, "I coughed up blood."

As he said that, he stared closely at the person in front of him, and felt relieved after making sure that he was not vomiting blood.

Bei Chunzhi asked again: "Then do you know why I don't cough?"

This was his long-standing doubt, and it was also the biggest doubt. It was so unbelievable that a body that had been weak since childhood, even the most famous genius doctor could not help him, recovered within half a month.

And this question should only be known to Li Bai at this time.

Li Bai didn't say anything, he just looked at Bei Chunzhi's abdomen, and quietly reached out to touch it.

Bei Chun hides subconsciously, he doesn't like to be in contact with people, but this time, he didn't deliberately avoid it, it was just a conditioned reflex.

Even if it happens again, he might not run away.

"Do you want to kiss me or not?" Li Bai pouted, he couldn't touch or kiss him, he had raised this person for more than ten days in vain!

For the first time, Bei Chunzhi had no choice but to take a person, so he chose to run away.

……

In the study room of Li Mansion, one person walked up and down in a hurry, while the other held a brush and wanted to paint but hadn't written for a long time.

In the end, he had no choice but to put down the brush and sighed, "Uncle, you shake me so dizzy."

"I'm not in a hurry." Uncle Li looked out the door, afraid that someone would come and say some bad news.

The same is true for Li Xuebo, but he is still a little curious besides being worried. As a minister of power, he has been in contact with the Holy One a lot, and today I don't know if it is his illusion. Moderate.

Perhaps, the situation is not as bad as they thought.

After all, the emperor didn't immediately beheaded when he was pointed at and called a liar, which is really considered a good temper.

"Xuebo, do you think Li Bai has known the Holy One a long time ago?" Uncle Li couldn't help asking.

Li Xuebo nodded, he knew that the two had met, but the only thing he knew was the time when he met the man in black in the ruined temple on the barren mountain, and he always felt that the two should have other intersections.

He exhorted: "These are not our business."

Uncle Li thinks about it too, curiosity killed the cat, he really doesn't want to die before he has lived enough.

But he can't be curious about the matter of the Holy Majesty, he also wants to gossip about the affairs of other people's mansion, so he asked: "You Prime Minister is really willing to marry his granddaughter?"

Li Xuebo sneered, "I have to marry if I don't want to."

Isn't that right, the Holy Majesty said, even if you don't want to, you have to marry.

The right minister didn't tell his family about the gift of marriage when he returned to the mansion, but only said that Yingrong had reached the age of marriage and should stay in the boudoir to embroider the wedding dress.

Fortunately, Yingrong knew that her grandfather wanted her to marry Shengshang and become a queen. After hearing this order, she immediately stayed happily in the boudoir to embroider the wedding dress. In Ronghua's life, she will definitely make those people she hates look good.

Thinking of these people kneeling down in front of me, just thinking about it can wake me up with a smile.

More importantly, she can marry the man she loves.

Some people say that the Holy One is an out-and-out tyrant, but after she met him, she decided that this man was the man in her heart. I hate it, I just feel that my brother is too careless and easily caught by others.

"Miss! It's not good, miss!"

The servant girl ran over in a panic, her face was pale without a trace of blood.

Fortunately, Yingrong said displeasedly: "What happened?"

"The Holy Majesty has granted the young lady a marriage!"

Fortunately, the needle and thread in Yingrong's hand fell to the ground. She is not stupid. If she was the queen, the maid would not be so flustered. It must be very bad news.

Her lips trembled, and with a hint of expectation, she asked with difficulty: "But the status is not high?"

The servant girl knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, but did not answer.

Fortunately, the blood on Yingrong's face faded, even if she could enter the harem, she would be willing to make a small promise, but now it seems that everything has come to nothing.

Picking up the scissors next to her, she cut the wedding gown to pieces. The maid hurriedly came to stop her, but she didn't want to be cut into the palm of her hand by the scissors. Blood stained the red wedding gown, making it a mess.

"I don't want to marry, I don't want to marry whether it's sleeping!"

"But this is a marriage bestowed by the Holy One."

"So what if the Holy Majesty bestows a marriage? My grandfather is the prime minister and a minister of the Holy Majesty. Could it be that the Majesty will embarrass me?" Xing Yingrong was not too convinced, she pushed everyone away and ran out until she reached her grandfather's study , and regardless of what the people inside said, she shouted: "Grandfather, I don't want to marry, please tell the Holy Majesty, let him take back his will, and I don't want to marry anyone else."

The Prime Minister on the right pulled away the hand holding him, and said without a trace of emotion: "How can the holy decree be changed, you can stay in the mansion and wait for marriage at ease."

"Grandfather...grandfather." Xing Yingrong couldn't believe it, why was her grandfather who loved her the most, so cold and stern?

Prime Minister Right ignored her and asked Xing Yingrong to be taken away.

In the past, Xing Yingrong was indeed his favorite granddaughter, and the reason was simple, because Xing Yingrong was the best choice to be a queen, but now being married to a small official as his successor, it would be of no use at all. He has a lot of grandchildren, so how can he take it to heart.

When the people left, the door of the study room was closed again.

The Prime Minister on the right continued the previous topic with a slightly heavy tone, "The Holy Majesty is probably suspicious of me."

First Xing Ji, then Xing Yingrong, these are the signals that the Holy Majesty wants to touch him.

"Wait for the Holy Spirit to make a move, it's better for us to make a move first."

Prime Minister Right also thinks the same way, but how to do it is a problem. After all, if he really wants to wait for the Holy Master to make a move, then he will end up being lingering in front of the ministers. He would rather die head-on than die like this No face.

With a wrinkled face and a dull expression, Prime Minister Right doesn't need anyone to give him advice, he knows that there are not many roads he can choose now, either bite the bullet and go on, or - choose another Mingzhu.

The first emperor had many princes, more or less a dozen, but in the end there was only one who wanted to fight for the throne and was still alive.

Xiao Wang.

Before the death of the first emperor, King Xiao was driven to the barren land to become king. He escaped the darkest days when the Holy Majesty ascended the throne. Fortunately, he escaped to leave one.

Perhaps, he can contact Xiao Wang privately.

Several people in the house discussed for a long time, and finally, the right blind man wrote a relatively homely letter, which was secretly sent to King Xiao.

However, Prime Minister You never expected that Bei Chunzhi would receive the news on the day the letter was sent out.

Throwing the secret letter on the desk, Bei Chunzhi sneered, "The right minister has really bad eyesight, it's not good to choose anyone, but he chose the most timid King Xiao."

"Your Majesty, do you want to stop the letter?"

Bei Chunzhi shook his head, not caring at all, "Let him send it, arrange someone to guard the sender, and deliver the letter. I want to see how King Xiao reacts."