i made the emperor pregnant

The rice paper on which the portrait was drawn fluttered out of the air, the young man tiptoed, his vigorous figure leaped out like a cheetah, and he grabbed it before the rice paper fell to the ground or floated into the rain.

Song Zi checked it. The raindrops fell on the edge of the paper due to the sudden strong wind and wet the edge of the paper. Fortunately, the part of the portrait did not smudge. He wiped the water stain with his sleeve and folded it into a small square carefully. tucked into a close-fitting pocket.Just cover it, and the water stains will dry quickly.

He has made up his mind, and will bring this painting into the palace tomorrow and give it to Ah Yan as a gift. After all, it is the first portrait he painted for his sweetheart. Although it is in such a hasty occasion, it may not be perfect, but The first time has special commemorative significance.And in that nervous and excited mood, he felt that Ah Yan on the paper was particularly moving. Even if he was asked to draw another picture right away, he might not be able to ignite the strong emotion just now.

Song Zi glared at his father: "Father, this is a painting that I have worked so hard for an hour, so forget it if you don't like it, how can you just throw it away casually. If I throw away your masterpiece, you will not be able to see it." Beat me to death." Really, it's not something I got by sweating, so I don't know how distressed it is.

Princess Ming'an on the side chimed in and said, "Yes, this painting is so beautiful, it would be a pity if it got wet by the rain." As the person next to her pillow, she noticed something wrong with her husband faster than Song Zi, "Husband? Ming Cheng ,What’s wrong with you?"

Song Zi looked over subconsciously, and Song Mingcheng's face was as pale as a seriously ill person in the rain, as if he was about to have a heart attack at any moment, and he was on the verge of collapse: "Father?"

The news I said is somewhat rare in the world, but the Song family has a queen, no matter what, it is a happy event. Song Zi doesn't understand how his father can be so angry. His mother and elder sister have accepted it well. How could he think that his father would be so stubborn? , Maybe it's the menopause, and the anger is strong.Forget it, Song Zi didn't care about his father anymore, it would be bad if his father got angry and got sick.

He quickly reached out to help his father, only to find that Song Mingcheng's body was stiff, and he panicked: "Father, I'm not angry with you anymore, are you okay?"

Song Zi got closer, holding his father firmly with one arm, to prevent his father from falling down, and he stuffed the feather duster into his father's hand by the way: "Dad, take it easy, if you think about it, it's fine. No, I'll give you the feather duster, you hit me to vent your anger."

Song Mingcheng finally had an expression on his face, and his eyes that had lost color became lively again, as if he had returned to the world from the fiery hell.He looked down at the fluffy feather duster in his hand, and raised it high towards the unfilial son in front of him.

This time Song Zi didn't dodge, but subconsciously closed his eyes, with a heroic sacrifice, ready to be killed.Just hit it a few times, anyway, he is young and strong, with rough skin and thick flesh, so he should be regarded as a kiss in Caiyi.

Song Mingcheng looked at his son, accompanied by the continuous sound of thunder, one lightning after another illuminated the outside sky and also illuminated the house.The young man's handsome appearance was bathed in the bright sky light, and he felt somewhat holy as a sacrifice.

The feather duster was lifted high, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it fell heavily to the ground.

Song Zi was not beaten, he subconsciously opened his eyes, and looked at his father in confusion: "Father, have you figured it out?"

"Give me the portrait." Song Mingcheng seemed to have completely recovered his usual external appearance, and calmly repeated, "The painting you drew just now."

Song Zi observed his father's expression, his livid face had returned to normal color, there was no redness, no sign of ruptured blood vessels, and there should be no sudden myocardial infarction.Considering that his father is not young anymore, this time he obediently handed over the portrait.

After looking at the portrait for a while, Song Mingcheng suddenly tore the portrait into pieces.

"Father, what are you doing?!"

This time it was Song Zi's turn to surge up his blood.

Song Mingcheng not only wants to tear it up, but also warns: "You must never paint this painting outside in the future."

"Song Mingcheng, what are you doing?!" Princess Ming'an couldn't stand it now, "Even if the child's hard work is not particularly good, it can't be like this."

Although Song Jing didn't have time to look at the painting properly, she also knew that her own father did something wrong: "Father, you!"

"That's right. I didn't say I would paint outside, so I just showed you. This is the painting I want to give to Ah Yan!"

Song Zi was so angry that he was also stubborn, so he immediately lowered his head, bent over, and picked up the pieces scattered on the ground by his father.He was so angry that he said why his father would do rebellious things in the book. His father looked kind, but he was a self-righteous and self-righteous bastard in his bones.

Song Jing is a daughter after all, as a junior, it is hard to say too much, she bent down silently, and helped Song Zi pick up the scraps of paper on the ground.Then carefully put it into Song Zi's hands.

She lowered her voice and said to her younger brother: "My ability to repair paintings and calligraphy is not bad, I will restore it for you."

As a well-known talented woman in the capital, Song Jing's attainments in calligraphy and painting are not low. Of course, she also has many beloved works, and she can understand Song Zi's anger and pain.

Song Mingcheng said: "Who did you just say this painting is for?"

"Give it to Ah Yan, Ah Yan, Ah Yan!" Song Zi was furious, relying on the stiffening of his wings, he said three times very loudly, and each sound became louder.

He has no hobby of opening a gallery for painting exhibitions. This kind of personal portraits, which are equivalent to printers, must be preserved by himself, and given to Ah Yan, for their future children.

In Song Zi's heart, this is as private as a love letter, and only boring men would spread the portrait of his beautiful wife everywhere.If it wasn't for his father, he wouldn't show it to him after he drew it.

"You also painted a portrait of your mother back then. I think the painting is not as beautiful as my mother's one-tenth. I didn't like it and tore it up for you. Daddy, you are really too much."

Yes, he is indeed not a famous calligrapher and painter, and the paintings he draws in two hours are not very valuable, and he uses the sketching technique of later generations, which may be a strange skill for modern traditional painters. A failed work of children's graffiti.

But his paintings are not for sale, he likes his own collection, doesn't he?At the beginning, he was worried about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but now it seems that the relationship between father-in-law and daughter-in-law is the fatal one. When he takes Ah Yan out, he must never live with his own father.

Ah Yan is such a nice and gentle person, maybe how could he be bullied by his father, how can a man let his daughter-in-law suffer such unreasonable grievances.

Song Mingcheng also bent down, and followed to pick up the fragments that drifted farther away: "This painting, I will help you repair it." When it comes to restoring calligraphy and painting, Song Jing is of course a bit worse than her father.

Song Zi didn't trust his father at all, "I don't need your help."

He looked at Song Jing: "Sister, I have to work hard for you."

Song Mingcheng straightened up: "Your sister has never seen that painting before, she can't remember the original look."

As a parent, even if you know that you have done something wrong, it is difficult to express your apology bluntly, especially for someone like Song Mingcheng who is very traditional and has held power all year round, it is even more difficult to bow your head.

But this time, he said for the first time: "I was emotional just now, I should have asked you first before doing anything, it was my fault."

Song Zi looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the sky outside. Is it raining red?

Song Mingcheng said: "This painting, you can't give it away, anyway you can't give it away"

After seeing what Ah Yan looked like, he really couldn't say the word Ah Yan. He always felt that he had said it. The next moment, an inkstone hit his head hard, hitting his head. Broken blood.

Song Zi hated his father for being like this. He didn't make a sound, but his expression clearly said that he didn't want to listen to you, just wanted to send something like that.

Seeing his appearance, Song Mingcheng felt powerless. After seeing the portrait, he was sure that his son had never entered the palace, let alone had the opportunity to see the sky.

Everyone in the world knows that the Son of Heaven is violent, and Long Yan couldn't easily look directly at him. Even if he had been a courtier for 20 years and spent thousands of times with the Emperor today, he would not dare to recognize the person in the portrait at the first moment.

Whoever has seen such an emperor, who would dare to imagine such a gentle expression on his face.Song Mingcheng never imagined that his son would one day become the emperor's guest of honor.

His world is crumbling, like the sky is falling apart, and the sun and the moon are dark.This matter is really too big, and it is full of doubts everywhere.No matter how you look at it, the person in the portrait, with his demeanor and temperament, cannot be the Son of Heaven.Rather than letting Song Mingcheng accept that the person in the portrait is the emperor, it is better to let him believe that his son has a brain problem.

After all, it sounds like a delusion to conceive children in a man's body, but... But some time ago, the strange poison in the emperor's body, Sima Yan, Ah Yan... Song Zi entered the palace frequently, and the emperor has been in the palace for a year. There is a vague preference for him, all kinds of factors are added together, it seems that everything has a reasonable explanation.

Sima Yan was able to sit on this throne, but it was not a position that was vacated by others.When the queen gave birth, it was never heard that the queen gave birth to twins.

If they were really twins, how could the character of the current emperor tolerate such threats by lying on his side of the couch.But the emperor probably didn't know another identity of his son.His son was too immature, and he was able to fool the past entirely because he was essentially playing himself.

Song Mingcheng felt that he had grasped most of the truth. The strange poison in the emperor's body was true, and it was true that Song Zi slept with the emperor, but there was no such thing as a so-called child. His hapless son was only played and applauded by the emperor. Poor boy.

He knew the truth, but he had to pretend that he didn't know anything. Once he told Song Zi, his son, who was full of joy and anger, would definitely lose his composure.

Natural pure love can please the extremely wicked emperor and win the favor of the latter. Once trembling and walking on thin ice, Song Zi may be rejected by the emperor.

"Since he is a man in the palace, how can he know what he wants from you. Don't say you are my son, just continue to be your Song Xiaoqi. If you want to be with him, I won't stop you, but if you really want to separate, okay. Get together and break up, don't make too much noise. If he dislikes you, remember your identity, don't be like a jerk who has been abandoned. Don't mention today's matter to anyone." You can only wait for the emperor to get tired of this A trick to abandon his son.

It is said that actors are ruthless, and emperors are even more ruthless. Where does the real love come from in the palace, only his son is a fool who is played by others.

Song Mingcheng still felt that something was wrong. He put away all the fragments and pretended that nothing had happened: "You must never tell anyone about this portrait. Your mother and I have seen it. If you want to give it away, you can draw another one." one pair."

He couldn't say too much, and he couldn't say nothing, so he said vaguely, "The people in this painting are taboo to the people in the palace. It involves royal secrets, and it is not good for anyone to spread it."

There is nothing better than the heart of a loving father.In order to keep the family, Song Zi, Song Mingcheng did not do the same.It's just that Ah Jing can't enter the palace again no matter what, these two children are so similar, it's time for him to make a decision now.