[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Zhao Yan never thought that Zhao Ming would act so boldly.

In recent days, various affairs in the cabinet have been complicated, the implementation of the new policy is not good, and the Rong family is making trouble everywhere.

When he entered the house, he saw Zhao Dongyang hesitant to speak.

Zhao Yan's complexion changed, and Zhao Dongyang said, "Master, brought back the one who was drunk in the red building."

Zhao Yan paused, took down the whip from the wall, and went to Zhao Ming's yard in a vermilion official robe.

Seeing the woman's disheveled clothes and dizzy cheeks, Zhao Ming picked up a sash in her hand, covered her eyes with green gauze, and kissed her in a ball.

He was born tall and overhanging, covering his eyes, and the green gauze concealing the childishness in his handsome brows and eyes, he is exactly the same as other swingers who have experienced flowers.

Zhao Yan closed her eyes and raised her hand to give a whip.

This time it didn't fail, and it hit Zhao Ming right on the shoulder.

Zhao Ming cried out in pain, and tore off the green gauze. Seeing that it was Zhao Yan, she just sat on the bed with her eyes closed as if she was cheating.

He didn't get up either, and just yelled, "Come on, she has the flesh and blood of the Zhao family in her stomach!"

Zhao Yan was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Zhao Dongyang, seeing the helpless look on the old servant's face, she knew it was true.

Looking back at Zhao Ming again, the anger in his eyes became stronger.

He whipped Zhao Ming fiercely on the back again, and Zhao Ming's skin was rolled up, and the slender silver whip was dripping with blood.

This whip took a lot of strength, Zhao Ming gritted his teeth to support it, but Zhao Yan was a little unsteady.

Zhao Yan only supported the wall, she was a little dizzy, and her breath was gradually surging.

"What identity did she enter Zhao's house? What kind of thing is she?"

Zhao Ming thought to himself, he was the one who got whipped, Zhao Yan's face was paler than his, and he didn't know who to play for.

It's a bit pointless,

"I redeemed her and gave her a good body. Now she is a servant girl in the mansion. No one outside will know that she is Lan Qing from the Drunken Red Mansion."

Zhao Dongyang shook his head, simply messing around.

Zhao Yan stared at Zhao Ming for a long time, then threw away the long whip in her hand, and when the long whip fell to the ground, it was covered in dust.

His lips and teeth were cold, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be completely chilled.

In the end, he said expressionlessly, "Since I am pregnant with the Zhao family's flesh and blood, the child will be born."

"But the identity of this woman can only be a maid."

Zhao Ming nodded hurriedly.

His shoulders and back were bloody from Zhao Yan's two lashes, but he didn't care about the pain at this moment.

With Lan Qing's status, if it wasn't for the child in her belly, Zhao Ming would not have brought her back to the mansion.

Zhao Ming is a dude by nature, liking women is no different from liking porcelain plates or objects.But mixing in a woman with the blood of the Zhao family in her belly is different from before.

The descendants of the Zhao family are few, and the population is withered. Before Zhao Yan and Zhao Ming, they have been passed down in a single line, and the children of the Zhao family cannot be left out no matter what.

Zhao Yan's emphasis on offspring is the same as that of Zhao Ming.

Lan Qing's pregnancy was an accident, Zhao Ming never dared to bring Lan Qing back to the mansion, and then there was a turning point.

The matter of Lan Qing's identity should be due to him begging the third son Rong for help.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Zhao in the vermilion official robe did not look at the woman in Zhao Ming's arms.

Lan Qing leaned over, trembling, I saw his pitiful look, and dark undercurrents surged in his eyes.

A piercing cough came from Zhao Yan's bedroom.

Zhao Dongyang sighed in a low voice, but heard Zhao Yan say in a deep voice, "Did the doctor take a pulse? Are you really pregnant?"

Zhao Dongyang nodded, "Indeed."

"Do you want to find out if this woman is related to the Rong family? If it is a spy of the Rong family..." Zhao Dongyang asked.

"If she is pregnant with the Zhao family's child, even if she has something to do with the Rong family, she can't move at will."

"Then it's really up to the second master?"

Zhao Yan's thin lips drew a cool arc, her white jade-like figure reflected the lights, which flickered in the pupils of her eyes.

"If it's a member of the Rong family, kill the child after giving birth, and send someone to keep an eye on it."

"When the time comes, Second Lord..."

Zhao Yan frowned, feeling quite agitated. "Don't worry about that idiot."

At this time, a servant from outside came to report, "My lord, the palace has sent someone."