Tyrant he always wants to hit me

Chapter 439: How Much Worry Can You Have?

She won.

His back was tense, and he was in a daze.

In the past, he yearned day and night, hoping to have a child with her, but there was no movement in her stomach.But why, at this moment, she wanted to tell him the news?
Today is their big wedding night, and she deliberately held this wedding to show the world that her days as the concubine of Wu Wang are over, and his days as the son-in-law of the Kingdom of Wei have officially begun.

Now, he is nothing.He is just a pitiful king of subjugation who depends on others.

This was the longest night he had ever spent in this life, and she leaned against his side, as if she was certain that he would not kill her.

No sleep for one night.

On the second day, Zhaojun seemed unable to speak, and stayed in the bedroom every day without going anywhere, occasionally standing by the window with a lonely look.

Wei Ying ordered all the people in the princess's house to pay respects to him and call him son-in-law with the same status as her, but he didn't respond.

His heart is dead.

Wei Ying would drink a large bowl of anti-fetal medicine every day, this child is the last bond between her and him, there must be no mistakes.

There was an endless stream of visitors to the princess' mansion every day, and many of them came to see Zhaojun specially. Many people wanted to see what the downcast king was like now, but when these people came, Wei Ying never let him go out.

She was with her every day, and if he didn't go out, she wouldn't go anywhere. Wei Wang would sometimes call her into the palace, but she was worried that he would run away, and every time he left, she was terrified, and rushed back as soon as he left the palace. He ran into the room panting, only to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw him sitting there perfectly.

Zhaojun often practiced calligraphy and painting alone in the room, with an expressionless face, and Wei Ying could recognize him at a glance. He was painting the landscape of Wu State.

Everything about Wu Guo was deeply engraved in his mind.She knew his sad state of mind at this moment.

In order to make him happy, Wei Ying would find someone to come over and play music for him every now and then.But Zhaojun was still doing his own things in the room, reading books, drawing and painting, as if he had never heard the sound of silk and bamboo.Until one day, he suddenly acted like crazy, smashed someone's piano, and then killed him with a knife.

Wei Ying was still outside the house at that time, and was shocked when she heard the news. When she returned to her room, she found that the room was in a mess, and everything that could be smashed in the room had been smashed.It was only later that I found out that the piece that the person played was "Poppy".

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past. The small building was windy last night, and the old country can't bear to look back at the moonlight.

The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed.How much can I ask you to worry?Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

Zhaojun once saw in the history books that an emperor surnamed Li who was good at writing lyrics was captured by the enemy country. He could only recite poems and paint pictures every day, but he wrote a lot of poems about the subjugation of the country that hurt the spring and autumn, and those poems were arranged. Famous, he also listened to someone play it when he was in Wu country, and he was still laughing at that person for being sour.

"I don't know the meaning of the song when I first meet it, but I'm already in the song when I listen to it again." Zhaojun smiled ironically.

His voice was very soft, falling into Wei Ying's ears, a sudden pain in her heart.She looked towards him, and saw him sitting on the floor alone, with his back leaning against the bed, surrounded by a mess.

Wei Ying walked towards him slowly, only to find that his palm was cut by broken porcelain, bleeding gurglingly, she hurried forward, picked up his hand to examine the wound.

"Come here, pass on the imperial physician!" Wei Ying called out anxiously, looking at him quietly, "Yan Zhao, why are you doing this?"

(End of this chapter)