The Elegance of the Emperor: The Little Wife of the Wolf King

Chapter 24 The Oath
Mrs. Huyan opened the door and entered. The room was in a mess, and the clothes were scattered on the floor.

On the carved red sandalwood bed, the bed curtain was spread on the floor, and her black hair was scattered at the head of the bed. Murong Jing was lying on her side with her head inward.

Mrs. Hu Yan tried her best to keep her footsteps light, and tidied up the scattered cloth strips on the ground.

"Sister-in-law, I'm awake! Please prepare hot water for me, I want to take a bath!" The person on the bed spoke weakly.

"Okay, I'll get someone to prepare it right now, you lie down for a while!" Mrs. Hu Yan responded, got up and walked out the door.

"En!" Murong Jing was lying down, her body completely falling apart, and she didn't even have the strength to move.

In the wooden barrel surrounded by water vapor, Murong Jing completely submerged herself in the hot water. The hot air penetrated into her body through her skin, and she felt indescribably comfortable all over her body. It was at this moment that the fatigue of the night was truly released.

"Jing'er, don't be too sad! People always look forward!" Mrs. Huyan prepared a change of clothes for her outside the screen.

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine!" Murong Jing said calmly, brushing away the bruises on her arms.

Her whole body was covered with such large bruises, and the bruises on her smooth and fair skin looked so shocking.

th!Murong Jing looked at these bruises calmly: It is already a gift for a female slave to live, what more could she ask for?Do you want your master to be gentle with you?What a joke!
Murong Jing sneered, picked up pinch after pinch of hot water with both hands, and poured it on her cheeks continuously, letting the warm water wash away the tears on her cheeks.If you choose to live humbly, don't pretend to be noble, tears will not bring hope to yourself.Wash off the cowardice in this body, wash off the despicableness in this body, live strong, and be a strong person in life.

Murong Jing subconsciously put her hand on her lower abdomen, where a small hope was now being bred.Baby, live strong with mother, all the choices made by mother are to let you come to this world safely, you must work hard together with mother!

After bathing, Murong Jing had long hair shawl, wearing a tight sky blue robe, white begonias blooming on the skirt, covered with a light green gauze dress, elegant and elegant, the skin just after bathing can be broken by blowing bombs, Like a hibiscus coming out of water, it stands gracefully.The servants who served beside him were stunned for a moment.

"Jing'er, you're so handsome, no wonder you're sweating profusely..." Mrs. Huyan joked with a smile, and suddenly realized something, she hurriedly stopped, bowed her head in silence, and helped the servant to dry Murong Jing's hair.

Murong Jing's eyes darkened for a moment, then she smiled and said: "Sister-in-law is making fun of Jing'er again!" Her dimple was like a flower.

"Who laughed at you?" Wanyanhu's voice sounded.

Murong Jing hurriedly got up, the servants in the room immediately stood aside nervously, Mrs. Hu Yan joked with a smile: "The king is here! See if you are poor!"

Wanyanhu still had an unchanging smile on his sharp-edged face, handsome and charming, his eyes were squinted, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He nodded politely to Mrs. Huyan, threw the whip on the table, and sat on the chair.

Mrs. Huyan led the servants and left quickly.

Murong Jing lowered her head and stepped forward to make tea for him.She was hesitating in her heart, the hand holding the teapot trembled slightly, and accidentally spilled the tea on the table.Wanyanhu looked up at her, didn't say anything, took her tea, took a sip, and put the cup on the table.

"Come here, sit!" Wanyanhu said with a smile as he patted the chair next to him with his big hand.

Murong Jing glanced at him, not knowing what he was going to do, and sat down on the chair as she said, with her head down, not knowing what to say.

"Am I that scared?" Wanyanhu suddenly pulled her up, hugged her in his arms, and whispered in her ear.

"Ah!" Murong Jing screamed, before she understood what was going on, his small mouth was sealed by him domineeringly, the overwhelming kiss made Murong Jing unable to breathe, she wanted to push away a little to give herself a little space, but at all As if punishing her, Yan Hu kissed more domineeringly, holding her tightly in his arms with both hands, making her uneasy.

Finally, Wanyanhu let her go and looked at her in his arms, like a blooming rose, charming and alluring, wishing to crush her right now and rub her into his own flesh and blood.

Murong Jing was panting heavily, trying to break free from his arms, but one of his hands was tightly wrapped around her waist, and the other was walking up and down her.

"Don't move!" He frowned, and said impatiently, the strength in his hands increased, pinching her was painful.

Murong Jing could only froze and did not move.

Looking at Murong Jing's zombie-like posture, Wanyanhu also lost interest, let her go, took a sip from the teacup on the table, and asked with a raised eye, "Do you have something to say?"

Murong Jing was taken aback, as if she didn't think that he would find her own thoughts, she nodded.

"Let's talk!" Holding the tea cup, he gently fiddled with the tea leaves floating on the tea with the tea lid.

"I'm pregnant!" Murong Jing plucked up the courage to tell the truth, paused, glanced at Wan Yanhu, and continued, "If you allow me to give birth to this child, I will always stay by your side; If I don't leave this child behind, I will take the child to reunite with his father!" There was no fear on his face, but a strange light radiated from his whole body because he was desperate.

Wanyanhu's hands that were fiddling with the teacup suddenly stopped, raised his eyes to look at Murong Jing, and continued his movements.

There was no sound in the room, time seemed to stand still, only the crisp sound of clinking teacups on Murong Jing's heart, she felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, waiting tremblingly The last moment has come.

"You can keep the child, but how can I believe that you won't leave?" Murong Jing felt as if a century had passed, a voice came from the sky, and opened a window in Murong Jing's heart.

"I swear!" Murong Jing said solemnly.

"Hehe!" Wanyanhu sneered, "Your life is worthless! But, you can swear on the child in your belly!" He put the teacup on the table, and squinted his eyes at Murong Jing.

Murong Jing froze there, a little confused for a moment, and looked at Wanyanhu suspiciously.

"I don't care who the child belongs to. I only care who will call him father when he is born! I want you to swear on the child that you will never leave me. You can't say a word about his life experience. I will always be his father." !" Wanyanhu's eyes widened, and a sternness flashed in his eyes, "Otherwise, you can take him to see his father now!" As he spoke, he suddenly took out a dagger from his boots and threw it at Murong Jing. In front of him, "I will fulfill your family of three, oh no, it is a family of four and his aunt, let your family reunite in the underworld!" The smile on his face deepened, but it made people shudder.

The cold light of the dagger was shining, hurting Murong Jing's heart.She stretched out her hand and retracted it, several times in a row, she hesitated, she really wanted to cut herself off, and followed Yeluheng without hesitation, but she was reluctant to let her child leave with her.But is it good to be alive?To be alive is more pain and torture. Once a child is born, he has to recognize a thief as his father. How embarrassing is this for her!

Wanyanhu remained motionless, narrowed his eyes, looked at Murong Jing coldly, and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

"I swear with the child in my belly that I will never leave Wanyanhu if anything happens in this life. The child will recognize Wanyanhu as his father for the rest of his life. I will never reveal his life experience to the child. If I violate this oath..." Murong Jing had already burst into tears when she said this, her voice choked up.

"If you break this oath, both the child and you will be struck by lightning from the sky, and there will be no place to die!" Wanyanhu said fiercely as he pulled her in front of him, his eyes blazing.

Murong Jing broke down in tears, shook her head and refused to speak.

"Say it, tell it, you don't want to say it!" Wanyanhu pulled her by the clothes on her chest, pulled her up, and threw her onto the chair, "If you don't say it, you're going to die!" Then, he picked up the dagger on the table, and the sharp sword slashed across her cheek, pointing directly at her throat.

"If we violate this oath, my child and I will... be struck by... thunderbolts, and die...with no place to die!" Murong Jing collapsed on the chair after speaking, her heart was full of pain, and tears flowed like rain .

Wanyanhu looked at her coldly, holding a dagger in his hand, gently slashed across her cheek, and drew circles on her face with the tip of the sharp knife, "Remember what you said today, or I will Let you taste what hell on earth is!"

Wanyanhu put away the dagger, picked up the whip on the table, and shouted: "Come on!"

A few servants outside the door came in at the sound and stood by.

"Hurry up and dress up your wife, this king is going to take your wife out for a meal, and comfort my son!" After speaking, he laughed and strode out of the room.

(End of this chapter)