daughter in power

Chapter 141 Nosebleeds
The night outside the window was like ink, and the pouring rain poured down the sky.

Thunder and lightning roared and crackled.

Flowers and trees swing east and west, rustling all over the ground.

The lamps and candles in the hall were dim, and the flames flickered, making them vulnerable to a single blow.

The curtains were lifted by the wind and rattled.

Their figures flickered on and off in the darkness, as if they were about to melt into the night wind.

Qiqi's eyes flashed, and she looked up at him: "One couple for life, then you..."

His two side concubines are still in Xiaoyang Palace, waiting to trip her up.

She is not a fool.

He curled his lips into a smile and almost laughed out loud: "I know what you're going to say. However, I have no physical relationship with the two of them. If you really don't like it, you can just put them in a remote courtyard."

She blinked: "Oh."

He patted her head, brushed back her ear hair hanging on her cheeks, and said gently: "Tonight, you also heard that there are ever-changing changes in this palace. Before the crown prince ascends the throne, I... can't act rashly."

If Lan Murong was the concubine he married in a fit of anger, then Lin Weixin must be the bargaining chip that Emperor Wuwei gave him.

General Lin Shinan's prestige remains undiminished, and the power of the Lin family cannot be underestimated. It will be beneficial for King Xiaoyang to marry Lin Weixin as his side concubine.

But if King Xiaoyang divorced Lin Weixin, he and the Lin family would definitely turn against each other.

At that time, the Lin family will set off a wave of opposition against him, fearing that his foundation will be shaken.

This imperial court is intricately intertwined, with overlapping relationships, who knows when the opponent hiding in the dark will strike.

She lowered her head and kept his slender hands away: "I'm sleepy."

He hooked his lips: "Stop."

She was shocked, and took a step back: "I..."

Tired and shocked all day, she just wanted to have a good rest.

However, looking at his flirtatious appearance and listening to his lazy tone, maybe there is something bad going on in his stomach.

It's so good, it makes people feel flustered.

He couldn't help sighing: "Don't worry, I know you're tired. Let's go to sleep with our clothes on, head office?"

She blinked, and he had already held her hand, and said gently: "The Yangxi Palace is no longer occupied. When we come back, the maids have only prepared a bed, and they don't sleep together. Are you asking me to sleep in the night watch room again?" ?”

She couldn't remember when she asked him to sleep in the night watch cell, but she didn't want to talk to him much.

In the entire Yangxi Palace, only the inner hall was tidied up, other side halls, furniture and soft couches were still covered with white dust cloth.

She looked at it carefully and confirmed that he had never lied, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"How about I go home and sleep with my brother?" She turned to look at him.

With a flash in his eyes, he put his arms around her waist: "How dare you. You are my wife now, how can you go back to your mother's house to sleep."

Without waiting for her to react, he picked her up horizontally and sent her to the bed.

She rolled over and sat up, anxiously said: "Prince Xiaoyang, I..."

He rushed forward, looked at her terrified little face with a smile: "My husband."

A palace lantern on the table is warm and dim, reflecting the torrential rain outside the window, making it more violent.

Breathing similarly, the two looked at each other, and each other's faces seemed to be plated with a layer of fine gold.

She blinked and flinched back.

He smiled, supported the bed with both hands, moved closer half an inch, and whispered: "My husband."

The word "husband" is actually not so difficult to say. She has practiced it in private after being married for so many months.

She tried her best to adjust her breathing, feeling that her heart was being tightened by something, and said anxiously: "Husband..."

"good."

A word came out, and a warm kiss fell on her forehead.

Before she could react, he had turned over and hugged her, holding her tightly in his arms.

The weather in July was sweltering, but a heavy rain reduced the heat almost.

From the half-open windows, a cool breeze blows in, making the candles flicker and moistening the whole hall.

Lying on her side on the quilt, she felt that her bare arms were a little cold, and she seemed to be getting goosebumps.

In the next second, he stretched out his hand and pulled the thin silk quilt, covered her body, and said in a low voice: "Sleep well, there are many things to do tomorrow."

This comforting word clearly expressed his feelings.

She was startled, but suddenly softened.

She nodded honestly, rubbing the top of her head against the clothes on his heart, making her soft and comfortable.

He stretched out his big hand to touch the back of her head, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

This is a promise, the tenderest promise.

Her heart was warm, and there was sleepiness in her eyes.

After all, it is too tiring, a heart has experienced great joy and great sorrow, all kinds of things make people dizzy.

She soon became a little confused, and couldn't help but said in a daze: "I don't know what happened to Wen Jieyu's child..."

His comfort came from the top of his head: "Brother 24 will be fine with the nanny taking care of him."

She was finally completely relieved.

The sound of shallow breathing resounded in the hall, sweet and glutinous, and it was so fragrant in the past.

She was fast asleep, but he was awake.

He opened his hands slightly, looked at the charming girl sleeping in his arms, and smiled.

After a smile, the bright red lips gently moved close to her forehead, and kissed her forehead again.

She didn't struggle, she didn't resist, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth.

After all, she is satisfied with this marriage.

He sighed, carefully pulled out his arm, and put the petite her flat.

Seeing that she was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly, he couldn't help reaching out and undoing the first button on her neckline.

When the buttons were unbuttoned, his heart trembled.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to slow down his breathing.

After a long time, I started to undo the second button.

When the button was unbuttoned, her beautiful bulge was ready to come out, which made his blood boil.

He panicked and felt a tightness in his nose, so he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the tip of his nose.

But I felt a drop of suspicious stickiness.

Frowning and lowering his head, he saw the bright red on the back of his finger.

"Tick...tick..."

The bright red blood fell rapidly, almost dripping onto her clothes.

It startled him.

He hurriedly stood up, avoiding the bed and brocade quilt, and covered his nostrils with a snow-white handkerchief.

Standing barefoot on the square bricks, looking up at Chengchen, his face turned cold.

He just wanted to take off her outer clothes so that she could sleep more comfortably, but he actually got bloody and nosebleeds.

He frowned, thought carefully, and then remembered that it had been ten years since he had a nosebleed last time.

He raised his head, covered his nostrils, and his face was ugly.

After a long time, so long that he almost fell asleep, there were clear footsteps outside the window.

He turned his head, and Chun Shui had already said, "Master... Nie Jiufeng committed suicide in prison."

He changed his gaze, looked down at the juan kerchief in his hand, saw that the blood had stopped, threw the kerchief away, and walked to the window.

"Nie Jiufeng didn't seek death in the early days, and didn't seek death in the evening, why is it tonight?"

His voice was full of suspicion.

Chun Shui shook his head, not daring to look at the scenery inside the window, just lowered his head and said, "I don't know either. The last time I let Huang Shan go, Nie Jiufeng was acting strangely. I don't know if the guards leaked the news tonight, knowing that you and The princess is getting married..."

Nie Jiufeng loves Xin Jiuniang wholeheartedly, for Xin Jiuniang, Feng Liulang can kill her, and Feng Qiqi can kill her too.

For Xin Jiuniang, everyone in the world could bear it all, and even turned into such a man and woman.

Speaking of it, it is very infatuated.

Now he failed to kill King Xiaoyang, failed to harm Qiqi, but was imprisoned by the husband and wife, and became meat on the cutting board, ready to be slaughtered.

I am afraid that I have also despaired.

King Xiaoyang snorted coldly: "Burn the corpse clean, so as not to leave any disaster behind."

Chun Shui should: "Here."

He nodded: "How about the eight kings and nine kings?"

Chun Shui said indifferently: "They are all locked up in a violent prison. As for the future, we will wait until the emperor is out of danger."

Getting into a violent prison may not necessarily have his good luck.

Whether it is life or death, let's see how the public relations of the eight kings and nine kings are.

His eyes flickered for a moment: "No, tell me, if Luosha and Yasha really kill these two people, they will be buried with them. This king will do what it says."

Chun Shui was startled: "This..." After being startled, he lowered his head and said, "Here."

The torrential rain outside the window seems to be gradually weakening. In the strong wind, the flowers and trees are constantly swaying, without any support.

Poorly scattered.

He swept the rain on the spring hat, and said in a low voice: "Let them go to the memorial tomorrow morning, impeach the king, and surround the palace with ulterior motives. Then let them ask the queen for an order. The country cannot live without a king. Please invite the prince immediately." Supervising the country."

"Here." Chun Shui responded again.

But it seems that he is already very puzzled.

He let out a breath, looked at the black night, and was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, I asked: "Do you think this king is very cowardly, and at this moment, he refuses to take this position?"

The prince and queen are not favored, and the prince has many unclear responsibilities. Emperor Wuwei has not yet woken up from a stroke, and everything seems to point to that destination.

about his destination.

Chun Shui lowered his head: "Subordinates dare not be suspicious. As long as the decision is made by the master, there must be a reason for the master. The subordinates are only responsible for implementing it."

He sneered: "So, this king values ​​you even more."

Chun Shui was stunned: "Master, in fact, sometimes Qiu Shuang is just for your own good..."

"This king knows. However, this king does not need you to make decisions and consider privately for the sake of this king. What this king wants is for you to carry out my orders swiftly and resolutely."

"Here." Chun Shui lowered his head even lower, and never raised it again.

The wind is getting stronger, and the rainstorm is getting stronger.

He waved his hand: "Go."

There was already a deep tiredness in his tone.

Chun Shui left quietly, his figure was covered by the strong wind and rainstorm, and there was no trace like a ghost.

He glanced coldly at the stormy night, gently closed the window, turned around and returned to the bed.

The charming girl on the bed was sleeping soundly, her breathing was light and light, which filled the hall with warmth.

He hooked his lips into a smile, suppressed his breath, and didn't dare to touch her again.

He still put his hands under her neck, still hugged her waist tightly, and still put her head in his arms.

Still covered with a light silk quilt, still sleeping peacefully.

Xu Shi's embrace was warm and firm, but she rolled into his embrace in her sleep.

He hugged her tightly, with a smile on his lips, and finally closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Outside the window, the sound of wind and rain was even louder, interweaving this night, it was different.

At dawn, the wind and rain are put away.

The eastern sky was a fiery red, and the sun was about to rise that day.

Qiqi opened her eyes, stretched subconsciously, and yawned.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

I slept well last night and didn't even have a dream.

Sister Meiren seems to never look for her again.

She stood up, looked at the empty hall, and blinked.

After a while, it seemed that she just remembered that she was sleeping in Yangxi Palace.

Yesterday's big wedding was unsuccessful, and he encountered a series of major events, which made people lose their minds.

She slept with him in their clothes and hugged each other all night.

At Maoshi, he was going to diagnose and treat Emperor Wuwei, and now the sun has risen, and the hours are endless.

He is no longer around.

She shook her head, feeling a little more fond of him.

At least, he is an absolute gentleman and does not take advantage of others.

She curled her lips into a smile, her eyes curled up, she lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed.

His eyes swept across the ground inadvertently, but he was taken aback.

and many more.

what is that?
(End of this chapter)