Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 907 A Little Baby Sleeps in the Cradle
"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and the ending is already doomed. It is not appropriate for you and me to intervene." Su Min looked up at the sky, "The emperor's teacher counts the heavens and the earth, and he is also a rare person in the ages...but life and death depend on fate, wealth and honor. How can you do it against the sky?"

Lu Yi shook his head.

He is a vulgar man, but his wife is a literati with ink in her belly, and he can't understand any of the polite speech.

He thought it would be better for him to guard the city gate.

Dayong annexed Northern Liang and Qi, and now the territory is vast from north to south, and the country is beautiful and the people are peaceful. It is the most powerful country in the world.

Southern Xinjiang is a safe corner. Although it is far inferior to Dayong in terms of territory and soldiers, but with its own mountains and rivers as a natural barrier, plus various poisonous swamps that are hard to guard against, even if it is as powerful as Dayong, it is difficult to swallow it. Down.

It is late autumn.

The trees in the royal capital of southern Xinjiang are still verdant and lush, and the court ladies wearing light gauze skirts go back and forth among the red corridors and green gardens, forming a picture full of exotic beauty.

In the depths of the Chonghua Palace, a beautiful young girl was lying weakly on the dragon couch.

The long crow-green hair was spread on the pillow like silk, making her small face as white as jade, and her pale lips added a bit of fragile beauty.

Next to the dragon couch is a cradle carved from sandalwood, and a small baby is sleeping in the cradle. Although it is not yet full moon, it can vaguely glimpse the future appearance of a dragon and a phoenix.

The bead curtain was rolled up, Yan Zhen stepped into the bedroom, bowed her head to tease the baby for a while, then turned to the dragon couch and said with a smile: "I just talked to the imperial doctor, she said that your body is recovering well, but you still need to take some medicinal food tonic. Make up your body."

Su Jiu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he tilted his head to look at the cradle, with a shallow and gentle smile on his face, "I've worked hard for you during this time..."

For the past half month, Yan Zhen has been taking care of the government affairs for her day and night.

Yan Zhen sat down beside the dragon couch, lightly grabbed her hand, and kissed the back of it earnestly.

He lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It is never necessary to be so polite between you and me. Anyone in the world can be polite to me, but my woman is the only one who can't. For you, I am willing to do anything."

Su Jiu stared at him.

To the outside world, he always has a gloomy and deep look.

But he was always very patient with her.

Su Jiu's heart softened, and he said in a gentle voice, "Seeing that your eyes are black and blue, take a good rest today, and let the courtiers do those things."

Yan Chen smiled.

Immediately, he hesitated and took out an ancient book from his pocket.

The ancient books were damaged, and many places were stained with oil and insects.

"My subordinates searched all over southern Xinjiang, and found this ancient book in a tea shed in a remote village. The shop owner couldn't read the ancient characters on it, so he used it as a table corner. Those few pages are still there, it's just..."

Seeing him hesitating, Su Jiu couldn't help frowning slightly.

She took the ancient book and opened it, carefully scanned the emotion-killing Gu, her anticipation gradually cooled down.

There is a detoxification method for love-punishing Gu.

It takes a bowl of painstaking effort from the Gu person to unravel the Gu poison.

But Su Tang has already died, where can he get his heart and soul?

This detoxification method is basically equivalent to nothing.

Su Jiu slowly closed the ancient book, his already weak face turned paler.

Yan Zhen took her into his arms and said softly, "Is restoring your memory so important to you? Even if you don't have memory, haven't we had a good few months? Now that we have Burning, we are in the palace. The day will be more lively."

Su Jiu closed his eyes in silence.

A person is composed of countless specific memories.

If those memories were erased, it would be equivalent to erasing the imprint of her existence in the world.

So this year, no matter what the cost, she wanted to find herself.

But now the last bit of hope has come to nothing...

She leaned in Yan Chen's arms uncomfortably.

Yan Zhen's fingertips gently ran through her crow hair, "I made a promise with you that you must be loyal to me within three years. Correspondingly, I will let you fall in love with me within three years. I thought this It's not difficult, but why does it look like Xiaojiu's heart is still so far away from me? You miss the past, you still refuse to face my existence, and you refuse to spend the future with me..."

Su Jiu remained silent.

She doesn't miss the past, but the big blank in her heart used to be bits and pieces of the past. She knows that something important lives there, but she actually forgot that thing...

Yan Zhen wanted to say something more, but Su Jiu lay in the depths of the dragon tent, "I'm a little tired, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Chen pursed his lips.

He swallowed what he didn't say, and thoughtfully tucked in the bedding for Su Jiu.

After stepping out of the bedroom, the personal guard hurried up to greet him, "Master, something serious happened! I just got the news that Emperor Dayong led the army to the south, and now he is about to reach the frontier! Those who come are not friendly, I'm afraid we will face huge troubles in the future!"

Yan Chen's face was cold.

He stood under the eaves of the palace with his hands behind his back, staring at the distant sky, unable to see through the emotions in his eyes.

The guard looked back at the palace fan, and said tentatively: "Master, the Emperor of Dayong came for the Empress...Master, don't blame the lowly position for talking too much, no one in the southern Xinjiang court thinks that the master is Qingtian, what is the empress? But the appearance is better, if it is not for the help of the master, she would not be able to sit on the throne of God! Now she is causing trouble for us... The master is too tolerant of her. If you really want to get her, it is better to abolish her throne and encircle her Forbidden to be a slave, if you don't believe in a lowly position, you can't handle her!"

Yan Zhen stared at him.

The guard didn't know what kind of big mistake he made, and said in a low voice: "It happens that there are some medicines in the humble position, no matter how bad it is, the master puts some medicine in her food, and it will definitely work! Anyway, this southern border is the master's country, let alone The master slept with her, even if the master killed her, the courtiers would not dare to say a word!"

After he finished speaking, Yan Zhen walked up to him with his hands behind his back.

His eyebrows were broken, and his thin lips curled into a sneer, "What I hate the most in my life is neither the robbers who rob houses, kill people and set fires, nor the courtiers who commit crimes against their superiors and make trouble for the government, but men who have no respect for women at all. My subordinates don't need this kind of person."

The voice fell to the ground, and the scimitar was unsheathed.

The guard didn't even have time to apologize, and a blood hole appeared in his lower abdomen.

He clutched his belly in shock, and slowly fell to his knees.

Yan Zhen put the knife back into its sheath, and ordered someone to clean up the ground coldly.

He walked along the palace eaves to the flower window.

Through the carved fan, one can vaguely see the young girl sitting on the couch, holding her child in her arms, her already charming and gentle eyebrows and eyes becoming more and more tender.

There is a gentle demeanor all over her, and there is nothing like it.

Yan Zhen watched quietly, her originally fierce and murderous eyes gradually softened.

Wanted to just stare at her.

Even if she is still out of reach, he will still feel happy just looking at her like this every day.

(End of this chapter)