To marry a widowed sister-in-law, gender male

Fu Nanxi was placed on the imperial couch by Wen Renzheng, and Wen Renzheng kissed her lips again.

He closed his eyes, feeling Wen Renzheng's lips and tongue, unconsciously a little intoxicated.

Even though Wen Renzheng hurt him deeply, even though he was extremely disappointed in Wen Renzheng, Wen Renzheng was still the person he liked after all.

He couldn't help thinking to himself: If Zheng'er wasn't a nobleman, would Zheng'er and I be able to be consummated?

Wen Renzheng noticed that Fu Nanxi's reaction was a little more enthusiastic, and he was caught off guard by the smell of blood.

Fu Nanxi suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and then, the blood scrambled to flood his oral mucosa.

He pushed Wen Renzheng away vigorously, and in an instant, a large amount of blood spurted out, soaking the bright red quilt.

He hurriedly covered his lips tightly, and the blood immediately filled the gap between the lips and the palm, and then flowed out from between his fingers.

Wen Renzheng froze in fright, and his eyes were immediately stained red by a steady stream of blood.

Fu Nanxi felt that all the blood in his body was about to be drained, and soon, his body would turn into a mummified corpse.

Seeing that Wen Renzheng's eyes were red, he stroked Wen Renzheng's forehead hair with his clean left hand, and said inarticulately: "Zheng'er, don't cry."

"Zitong." Wen Renzheng regained his senses and said in a panic, "Tell the imperial physician!"

Fu Nanxi admired Wen Renzheng's appearance almost cruelly, but at the same time, his heart was twisted like a knife.

When he was a teenager, he never thought that he and Wen Renzheng would end up in this field.

Maybe this is the retribution of disobeying Yin and Yang, splitting peaches and breaking sleeves?

If he was a woman, he would be able to continue the blood for Wen Renzheng, and Wen Renzheng might not betray him.

After a while, his left hand lost strength, and it slipped off Wenren's face inch by inch.

He didn't spit out any more blood, only the scarlet on his lips slowly flowed down his jaw, neck, and into his clothes.

Wen Renzheng is the old son of the late emperor. The late emperor lived a long life and was over seventy years old when he drove the crane west.

This auspicious costume was remade from the late emperor's auspicious costume, but unfortunately the late emperor couldn't protect him, he might have to discount it at thirty and one.

In fact, he had been prepared for a long time, and he felt lucky to live one more day.

But he is no longer Fu Nanxi, the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, nor the husband of "Nian Zhiqiu", but Fu Nanxi, the queen of Wen Renzheng.

This has always been his long-cherished wish. Even if it comes true later, even if the past is full of devastation, he still wants to live for a while longer.

Wen Renzheng grabbed Fu Nanxi's left wrist, put the left hand on his face, then rubbed his cheek against Fu Nanxi's left hand, and begged: "Zi Tong, Zi Tong, Zi Tong, don't leave me, okay? "

Fu Nanxi likes Wen Renzheng calling him "Zi Tong", but one day Wen Renzheng will also call others "Zi Tong", right?

As far as Wen Renzheng is concerned, he may be unique, but he is by no means irreplaceable.

This principle was taught to him by Wen Renzheng, and he hoped that Wen Renzheng would stick to it.

When I was young, the imperial physician rushed over, and after examining Fu Nanxi's pulse, he said embarrassingly: "Today, Her Majesty's medicine has been ineffective. Even if all the precious medicinal materials are exhausted, I can only hang my life, not save it."

Wen Renzheng ordered: "You hang Zitong's life first, and then think of another way."

Fu Nanxi's eyes were blurred, and he twitched the corners of his lips: "Now, don't waste it."

"You want me to watch you die? I can't do it." Wen Renzheng hugged Fu Nanxi tightly, "Zitong, you are married to me, and you can't die without my permission."

"Then don't allow me to die today." Fu Nanxi desperately looked at Wen Renzheng, but his eyes became more and more blurred.

There is a clump of wintersweet planted outside the window, the cold wind is bitter, and the snow is flying. The cold wind makes the wintersweet tremble, and the snow even bends the pride of the wintersweet.

On that side, Nian Zhixia and Fu Beishi were walking towards the outside of the palace together on the thick snow.

After a long time, Fu Beishi broke the suffocating silence between him and Nian Zhixia: "Nian Zhixia, you have reconciled with your elder brother, and your elder brother has become queen again. What are your plans?"

Nian Zhixia knew that if he left Zhen Guohou's mansion and returned to Nian's house, he might not be able to interact with Fu Beishi again. He really couldn't let Fu Beishi go.

He couldn't tell the truth, so he asked back: "Master Fu, what do you think I should do?"

Fu Beishi replied: "I think you should go back to Nian's house, regain your manly body, study hard, and take the imperial examination."

Nian Zhixia is not a daughter, so she doesn't have to stay out of the door, and Nian Zhixia has poems and books in her stomach, so she will definitely be ranked first. Being trapped in the Zhen Guohou's mansion is too inferior.

But he didn't want to let Nian Zhixia leave, he wanted to see Nian Zhixia every day.

If the elder brother doesn't mind, he even wants to pursue Nian Zhixia.

"What Master Fu said is true." Even though he knew that Fu Beishi said this for his own sake, Nian Zhixia still felt sad.

"Your sister and brother's marriage was decided by mother. I don't know what mother thinks. If mother doesn't want to let you go, I will help you as a lobbyist." Fu Beishi told himself to pursue Nian Zhixia. There is no rush, Nian Zhixia's safety is the most important thing right now, even if her elder brother has entered the palace as a queen, if Nian Zhixia is exposed by her mother, she will definitely not teach Nian Zhixia to live better.

When Nian Zhixia stared at Fu Bei, his lips trembled: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

The Nian family's carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and Mrs. Zhen Guohou had already gotten into the carriage.

As soon as Fu Beishi lifted the curtain, he heard his mother yelling: "It's ridiculous, it's so ridiculous, how can a man be a queen? How can my eldest son Nan Xi be a queen? Our Zhenguohou's mansion will become the laughing stock of the whole world. "

He truthfully said: "Brother just told me personally that he and Jinshang are in love..."

Fu's mother interrupted in amazement: "The two love each other? Nan Xi is actually a broken sleeve?"

Fu Beishi nodded and said, "Yes, elder brother is Duanxiu, but I think elder brother became Duanxiu because he fell in love with Konami, not born Duanxiu."

"What's the difference? Whether it's an acquired broken sleeve or a natural broken sleeve, they are all broken sleeves." Fu's mother said sadly, "Your brother has become a broken sleeve and still serves others with sex. I, as a mother How do you explain to your father? Your father will definitely blame your mother for not teaching your brother well."

Fu Beishi quietly glanced at Nian Zhixia, feeling very guilty.

Mother Fu was furious: "Crazy crime, what crime did I do? I worked so hard to conceive for ten months, but I gave birth to a broken sleeve. If I had known that Nan Xi would become a broken sleeve, I should have been born in my infancy. strangle him so as not to lose the face of our Zhenguohou Mansion."

Fu Bei was feeling guilty and didn't know how to comfort his mother.

And Nian Zhixia also felt guilty, bowed his head, and kept silent.

Madam Zhen Guohou's slightly trembling hands came into his eyes, making him think of his own mother.

When he told his mother that he was happy with Fu Nanxi, did mother regret not strangling him to death in her infancy?

He touched his neck subconsciously, tightened his fingers slightly, and then dropped them suddenly.

Fu's mother suddenly clenched Fu Beishi's hands tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw, and said, "Fortunately, I still have Beishi, and fortunately my son Beishi is not broken."

I'm sorry, mother, I'm also broken sleeves, I'm happy in the summer, I can't extricate myself.

Fu Bei did not deny it.

Mother Fu turned to hold Fu Beishi's cheeks, and asked hysterically, "Beishi, you won't become a broken sleeve, right? You won't become a broken sleeve like your brother, right? You won't lose your sleeve." Don't you want to show off the face of the Marquis of Zhen Guo's mansion? You will marry a wife and have children, and spread the branches and leaves for the Marquis of Zhen Guo's mansion, right?"

Fu Beishi didn't want to deceive his mother, so he was speechless.

Fu's mother raised her voice: "Northern time, what mother said is right?"

Fu Beishi didn't want to provoke his mother any more, so he nodded.

Fu's mother said happily: "That's good, that's good, that's good."

Nianzhi Xia Xin said: "Big brother in the north is happy with General Wei, of course it is not Duanxiu, I am Duanxiu."

After all, Fu Nanxi is her own flesh and blood, Fu's mother said to herself: "No, I can't just sit and watch Nanxi fall into a place of eternal doom, I have to find a way to separate Nanxi from Jinshang."

Fu Beishi reminded: "Brother is already the current empress, how can mother separate him from the present?"

Fu's mother was anxious and said: "As the saying goes, 'Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger', Nan Xi's body is not good, he can't be punished, and he is moody today, maybe Nan Xi will die at his hands for no reason, I am really worried. Nan Xi If she is a daughter, she will be able to give birth to a son and a half daughter, and there is still something to rely on, and today at least she has to take care of her own flesh and blood."

Fu Beishi told his mother how Jinshang treated Wang Guifei, and then asserted: "As far as Jinshang is concerned, biological flesh and blood are not important."

"Israel is someone else, how long will it be good? Today I am tired of the noble concubine because of Nan Xi, and in the future, I will also be tired of Nan Xi because of the newcomer, so what if I love Nan Xi more today?" Fu mother sighed. He took a deep breath, "Northern time, quickly help mother think of a way."

Fu Beishi said seriously: "I don't think my elder brother is an Israeli servant."

"Whether Nan Xi serves others with sex or not, my mother hopes that Nan Xi can return to the right path." Fu's mother said to "Nian Zhiqiu", "'Zhiqiu', don't worry, Nan Xi is just a moment Confused, Nan Xi will definitely come back to you."

Fu Beishi persuaded, "Mother, my sister-in-law has reconciled with her brother, so you should let her go back to her mother's house."

"No." Fu's mother insisted, "'Zhiqiu' is the young lady who is being married by the official matchmaker of the Marquis of Zhenguo. How can there be any reason to return to her mother's house? Besides, since 'Zhiqiu' married in, Nanxi's physical condition has been serious. So it gets better, if 'Zhiqiu' returns to his mother, Nan Xi's physical condition will take a turn for the worse... Bah, bah... Nan Xi's physical condition will definitely get better day by day."

Before he could persuade Fu Bei again, Nianzhi Xia said with his lips, "I won't go back to my mother's house."

Fu's mother praised: "'Zhiqiu' is really my good daughter-in-law."

Fu Bei thought that Nian Zhixia could not wait to go back to Nian's house. Hearing this, he had to suspect that Nian Zhixia was in fact happy with his elder brother, and wanted to wait for his elder brother to come back to continue the relationship. The elder brother cut off his sleeves just as Nian Zhixia wanted.

The author has something to say:

"How long will it be good for Israel to serve others?" from Tang Li Bai's "Unfortunate Concubine"