Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 859 He is willing to rule the world for such a beauty
Moonlight fills the sleeves.

He got up and quietly went outside the house.

There are many capable people in southern Xinjiang, and there are even more masters who are good at using Gu poison.

Yan Zhen not only supported a group of staff, but also supported many gu masters.

It was supposed to be the wedding night, but those poison doctors gathered in Yan Zhen's big study strangely, some were playing with spiders and poisonous snakes, some were fighting insects together, and some old gods were reading ancient books.

Yan Zhen stepped into the threshold, glanced at them casually.

"It's time to raise soldiers and use them for a thousand days, and now it's time for you to give advice to Xiao Wang." He coldly played with the green jade finger between his fingers, "Xiao Wang needs a kind of Gu, which can completely reproduce a person's voice and smile. .”

"hey-hey!"

An old man in ragged clothes and gray hair and beard smiled and stood up, "Little old man, there is a kind of Gu here, which can reproduce two people with different appearances into the same appearance according to the little prince's wishes. It's just that the Gu worm is overbearing. , Not everyone can bear the bone-biting pain. The little old man once did experiments with human medicine, and although the result was successful, most of the ones who received the replica were so painful that they became crazy... The little prince thinks, the little old man How about this poison?"

Yan Chen stood under the dark Bogu stand.

His narrow eyes were sharp and dark, he thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "You can give it a try."

The old poisoner laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "The little prince only needs to take out a lock of hair and a drop of blood from that person, and after half a month, the little old man will give the little prince a medicine man with exactly the same appearance and body."

Yan Zhen believed in his ability.

After solving the important matter on his mind, Yan Zhen's heart seemed to drop to the ground.

He quietly returned to the new house, and gently opened the big red silk gold curtain.

With the help of half a lamp, he saw the young girl's beautiful face, her sleeping face all over the city.

The little white hand was still protecting her stomach, she probably loved this child very much.

Yan Zhen quietly cut off a strand of her hair, and quietly took a drop of blood.

He put the two things into his arms, sat down on the side of the couch, and slowly stroked her forehead with his calloused palms.

The candle is extinguished.

Darkness enveloped the man, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and the darkness in his eyes was more dangerous than the night.

He bowed his head and kissed Su Jiu's brow, and returned to the soft couch by the window in silence.

The next morning.

Su Jiu woke up very early.

She sat upright in front of the dressing table, did not call the maid to come in to serve her, and dressed herself in the mirror, "The child in my womb is now two months old, and it's not yet time to show it. When I can't hide it in the future, can I tell the outside world, This is me and the little prince's child?"

Yan Zhen was wearing a black brocade robe, leaning against the bead curtain with folded arms.

He laughed and said, "Princess, why are you being polite to me? It's not my child, could it be another man's? The princess doesn't need to call me little prince anymore, just call me Yan Zhen."

Su Jiu nodded, "Yes, Yan Zhen."

The name that has been called thousands of times by countless people is called out by a girl, and it sounds extra gentle to a man.

It's like the spring breeze blowing over the willow branches, like a feather scratching his heart.

He smiled and changed his address, "Xiaojiu."

His narrow eyes were still fixed on the dressing table.

Fragments of sunlight fell on the girl's delicate cheeks, forming spots of light and shadow.

While the eyelashes were blinking, the moist pupils were shining with brilliance, beautiful and clear.

The carmine red gauze dress made her skin whiter than snow, and her demeanor was gentle and natural, with unparalleled grace.

It turns out that women can be so beautiful when they do their makeup.

Every move of hand and every shot is pleasing to the eye, he understands the reason why Xiao Tingchen is so angry that he sent troops to attack southern Xinjiang for the beauty.

If it were him, he would be willing to set off a war and rule the world for such a beauty.

Su Jiu has already dressed up.

She got up, "It's time to buy tea for the prince."

Yan Zhen nodded, and took her soft little hand.

Su Jiu subconsciously repelled it, but the man's big palm was covered with thin calluses, heavy and firm like iron tongs, and she couldn't let her break free.

She lowered her brows and narrowed her eyes, and did not struggle in vain.

The two stepped into the hall.

Su Jiu raised his eyes and saw the most powerful prince in southern Xinjiang, sitting on the top seat and drinking tea.

The stern face is somewhat similar to Yan Zhen's, and the dark light that occasionally flashes in the old eyes is extremely shrewd. It is not unreasonable to be able to hold the power of the southern Xinjiang court for many years.

It's just that compared to Yan Zhen's vicious self-control, this middle-aged man seems to be more romantic.

She looked back calmly.

The maid brought two futons, and she and Yan Zhen knelt on them and respectfully invited An Jing tea.

Yan Mu drank the tea offered by Su Jiu, took the red envelope presented by the butler, and handed it to Su Jiu with a smile, "His mother left early, this red envelope is double, take it and add some jewelry and clothes."

"Thank you, Father."

Su Jiu changed his words obediently, and reached out to take the red seal.

Only then did Yan Mu see clearly the little face of this daughter-in-law.

It is not an exaggeration to call her appearance alluring, the gentle and gentle appearance is exactly the one he loves the most on weekdays.

By coincidence, this powerful middle-aged man reached out and touched Su Jiu's little hand.

Su Jiu's expression was as usual, as if he didn't notice it.

After toasting tea and returning to the courtyard, Yan Zhen grabbed Su Jiu's hand.

Su Jiu raised his head.

The man's red lips were too thin, coupled with the truncated eyebrows, it was clearly a cold and heartless face.

But his pair of narrow eyes were very deep, and his gaze fixed on Su Jiu was full of apology, "He deserves to die."

Su Jiu smiled, "He really deserves to die."

Yan Zhen sat down with her on the soft couch by the window, and said calmly: "My father is very romantic, there are many wives and concubines in the mansion, and he incurred countless love debts outside. I was born by a brothel girl, and I was accepted by my mother. He suffered a lot of humiliation when he entered the palace, but he never ignored it. Because he has many children, so many that he doesn't have to care about the life and death of a bastard."

Su Jiu took a sip of tea.

"My mother was killed by the princess. He knew it, but he still didn't take any action, not even a symbolic punishment." Yan Zhen turned the green jade finger between his fingers, "At that time I understood that no one in the world can Help me. Only by ascending to the high position step by step can I truly avenge my mother and kill that cold-blooded and ruthless father."

The man's hatred is suppressed deeply.

Su Jiu listened quietly, the faint fragrance of spring tea permeated from his lips and teeth.

Yan Zhen glanced at her, his expression relaxed a little, "I often walk around the court, and there are always times when I can't take care of you. From today on, Xiao Jiu can be said to be sick and bedridden, so avoid going to say hello to Yan Mu."

Su Jiu nodded and agreed to his proposal.

The days in Prince Yan's Mansion were as peaceful as water. Su Jiu raised flowers every day, listened to operas, and drank a bowl of anti-fetal medicine unique to southern Xinjiang in the morning and evening, and the fetal image gradually stabilized.

In her spare afternoon, she often sits by the window with a book in her hand, and reads the contents of the book softly to her baby.

Yan Zhen laughed at her, saying that the baby didn't understand at all, and she was just doing useless work.

(End of this chapter)