V2.Chapter 312

The night is slightly cool.

King Yan sat in front of the windowsill, staring silently in the direction of the courtyard.

Yingliu had been meditated in the yard, and the flowers and plants were still eye-catching, but they were as noble as the King of Yan.

Yan Jiuchao didn't bother him immediately, but stood behind him and stared at his back.

After not seeing him for a few days, he became thinner again, and sat there alone, even the corners of his clothes were draped in loneliness.

I don't know how long I stood there, but Yan Jiuchao finally said softly, "Father."

King Yan regained consciousness, turned his head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are here."

Not surprisingly, how did Yan Jiuchao find this place.

Whether it was Ying Thirteen and Ying Six who told him, or Xiao Zhenting left a message at Helian Mansion.

He can always find him whenever he wants to.

Yan Jiuchao put the food box in his hand on the table in front of him: "Nanzhao does not have steamed cakes from the north, this is made by a cook who has been to Dazhou, with bean paste stuffing, sweet-scented osmanthus powder, sprinkled with white sesame seeds. ."

When my heart is sad, I always want something sweet. Even though King Yan couldn't eat it, his son bought it, and he still tried hard to eat it.

Thinking of something, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I remember that you also liked steamed cakes when you were a child. I don't know these years..."

Halfway through the conversation, he paused.

Ying Liu had told him that Cong'er had been poisoned and couldn't taste it for many years.

Now I can barely taste a little sour and spicy, but it is not the taste of normal people.

A layer of guilt filled King Yan's heart: "Cong'er, do you blame King Father?"

"What's your fault?" Yan Jiuchao asked back.

King Yan opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say something.

Of course, if he didn't say it, it didn't mean that Yan Jiuchao wouldn't guess.

Yan Jiuchao poured him a cup of tea: "Don't think too much, it's all over."

After a pause, Yan Jiuchao said again, "Don't be sad either."

You still have me.

The father and son were both people who spoke little. They sat for a long time without saying much. Yan Jiuchao asked King Yan to rest early, and he went to Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen's house.

The two expected him to come and waited in the room early.

"Young Master." The two bowed.

Yan Jiuchao entered the room expressionlessly.

Ying Liu scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "Is your lord alright?"

The two of them didn't receive news beforehand, and they didn't know that Xiao Zhenting and Shangguan Yanhui came to the imperial capital and moved here.

The moment King Yan and Shangguan Yan faced each other, Ying Liu's heart almost jumped out of his throat!

He couldn't imagine how such a couple who had been separated for more than ten years would face each other again. Shangguan Yan cried like that, showing how uncomfortable it was. The prince didn't cry, but wouldn't the prince feel uncomfortable?

Ying Liu looked at Wang Ye's thin back, and always felt that his heart was dead.

All this was caused by that crazy woman Nangong Yan, Ying Liu hated her to death!

Ying Thirteen was not as excited as Ying Six. Although he felt sorry for the prince and the young master, his heart was cold.

Yan Jiuchao's face, as always, could not see sadness and joy, he said lightly: "Is there any harvest these days?"

Ying Shisan said: "There is no one from the Helian family for the time being, but Wang Ye and Nangong Yan's family have found out some eyebrows."

Yan Jiuchao said: "Speak."

Ying Thirteen raised the insensitivity to the extreme, made sure that no one around was eavesdropping, and then looked solemn, and said, "Nangong Li is not the prince's flesh and blood, nor is Nangong Xi, the child who appeared in Yancheng and was bumped into by Mrs. Yao. ...it's totally fake!"

...

The lights are on.

King Yan strolled through the noisy street market.

This is the annual lantern festival in Beijing. It was held on the Qixi Festival in previous years, but this year it was postponed to the Zhongyuan Festival due to the severe drought.

Perhaps because of the long wait, the lantern festival this time was much more lively than in previous years.

King Yan went to buy a box of steamed cakes. When they returned to the place, they disappeared. King Yan looked around, and finally, in front of a vendor selling lotus lanterns, he saw the woman wearing a lavender corset. The Pingting Shadow.

He walked over happily, approached her behind him, pulled the hand, and put the steamed cake in her hand: "Yan'er!"

The woman turned around and stared at him dumbfounded.

"Yeah!" King Yan's expression changed, and he quickly let go of her hand. The hot steamed cake fell to the ground. He took a step back and bowed politely, "I'm wrong, sorry!"

King Yan walked away in embarrassment.

Nangong Yan stared blankly at his leaving back, and asked the dark guard beside him, "Who is he?"

The dark guard said: "If Hui Di Ji, he is King Yan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the younger brother of today's sage."

Nangong Yan pouted and said, "How does he know my name is Yan'er?"

The dark guard said, "He said he was wrong."

Nangong Yan raised her eyebrows: "A ghost can believe it!"

Dark Guard: "..."

"Yan'er!" Nangong Li murmured, imitating his tone, and laughed, "It sounds so nice."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Nangong Yan was shocked and woke up from her sleep. She looked at the cold cage and the maid who shook her awake. It took a long while to realize that she was in the cell of Dali Temple.

"Why are you here?" Nangong Yan asked.

This female envoy was the queen's personal maid, always serving by the queen's side.

"Niangniang can't worry about you, and let the servants come to see you. You are thin, and the servants told you not to wake up. I thought you fainted, and dared to call the imperial doctor to see you." The female envoy said, showing joy. expression.

Nangong Yan gave her a strange look: "What do you mean by that expression?"

The female envoy said happily: "Congratulations, Your Highness, you are happy!"

Nangong Yan thought he heard it wrong: "What, what did you say?"

The female envoy said: "The imperial doctor has given you a pulse of joy, and you are happy! The servant will go to report to the empress, the empress will be very happy when she finds out, and your majesty will be happy too!"

The monarch and the queen love her, and they will naturally be happy that she is pregnant, but the first person that flashes in Nangong Yan's mind is not the queen or the monarch.

"Is there any news about the concubine?" she asked, grabbing the hand of the maid.

The maid's smile froze, she shook her head, and said, "No."

Nangong Yan thought for a while, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he firmly grabbed the female envoy's hand and said, "I know where he went... You let me out, I want to tell him the news! I have his flesh and blood. He's going to be a dad...he'll be happy...he'll be happy..."

It is said that tiger poison does not eat offspring, and King Yan does not want to see her again, but she is pregnant with his flesh and blood, can he not come back to her?

He had the heart to leave Nangong Li and Nangong Xi because they were not his blood.

Blood is thicker than water.

How much he loves Yan Jiuchao, he will love the fetus in her womb just as much.

The female envoy said: "This... Your Highness... I can't take you out privately... If someone finds out..."

Nangong Yan said sternly: "No one will find out! My mother and I will protect me in everything! No one will blame you!"

"But……"

"Don't be so, I'm pregnant now, do you want to disobey me and make me move?"

"The slaves dare not!"

Nangong Yan's eyes turned cold: "Then give me the token soon!"

"……Yes!"

The female envoy handed the token of leaving the palace to Nangong Yan, exchanged clothes with Nangong Yan, and she replaced Nangong Yan and stayed in the prison, while Nangong Yan disguised as a female envoy and left Dali Temple.

King Yan had bought several houses in the imperial capital. Nangong Yan probably didn't know the general location, but she was not sure where King Yan would live.

She sat in the carriage alone and wandered around the street for a long time, and finally, near Surabaya Street, she heard the voices of a few little black eggs.

This place is very far from Helian's house. Those little things will appear here, it must be because King Yan lives nearby.

Nangong Yan asked the driver to stop the carriage, and she found the streets of Sishui Street following the noise of several children.

At this time, Yu Wan had already brought the three noisy little guys back to King Yan.

She still has to go to the opposite thing, and the courtyard door is left open.

Nangong Yan pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

"Ah ah ah! Don't don't!"

It was Xiaobao's protest not to take a bath.

"Then you are a dirty baby." Er Bao said disgustedly.

"You're the dirty baby!"

"I'm not! You are!"

"Dabao, tell me! Who is the dirty baby?"

"It's you, it's you, it's you! A little bit!" Er Bao stuck out his tongue.

Xiaobao is not to be outdone: "Slightly Slightly!"

The yard is full of the noise of the two treasures.

Nangong Yan touched her belly, which was not yet pregnant, and a trace of tenderness passed between her brows.

After so many years of waiting, I finally got what I wanted.

She doesn't have to envy anyone anymore, she has a concubine's child.

She found the study.

This is the favorite place of the concubine.

The concubine sat quietly on the chair by the window, just like when he was in the Queen's Mansion.

With just a back view, Nangong Yan burst into tears uncontrollably.

Holding her stomach, she choked and said, "Consort."

The concubine ignored her.

He didn't even look back.

This made Nangong Yan's heart cold, but she was not discouraged. She is not alone now, she has his child.

He hurts the child the most, doesn't he?

She took a few steps gently and said in a trembling voice: "I know that it was all my fault in the past, and you will not forgive me if I say anything. I am here today, not to ask you to forgive my fault, I want to tell you You, I am pregnant."

As she spoke, she burst into tears.

She dared to take a step forward: "I am pregnant with our flesh and blood, you can not forgive me, but you can't have this child, and you don't want him to be born without a father.

I promise you, I will listen to you in the future, as long as you are willing to come back to me and my child, I can not be the queen, and I can accompany you back to Dazhou and be your Princess Yan.

The two of us, walk far away, stay away from court disputes, stay away from right and wrong, this time, I will try my best to be a good wife. "

This is what she said from the bottom of her heart, but it was in such a devastated environment that Nanzhao had such a big thing, and it was impossible for her to stay there. Except for the scorn of thousands of people, there was nothing left, and now the queen is protecting her She, but the queen will always die one day. Once the queen is gone, what will she use to compete for the throne with the great emperor Ji who owns the sacred object?

Instead, it's better to fly away with this man.

"You...you talk."

The concubine never said a word, and Nangong Yan couldn't help but panic: "Are you really so heartless that you don't even care about your own flesh and blood?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the man in the chair finally responded.

I saw him turn his head lightly, revealing that handsome and indifferent face.

Nangong Yan saw that face clearly, and his heart was shocked: "Yan, Yan Jiuchao?"

She staggered back a few steps and looked at him in disbelief: "You... why are you here?"

As expected of a father and son, even the backs are so similar, and even the royal temperament is generally the same.

Yan Jiuchao stood up and walked towards her with a cold expression: "You just said, what do you have?"

Nangong Yan's heart was beating for a while, but when she thought of the fetus in her womb, she suddenly felt confident. What if he hated her? She was pregnant with his half-brother, unlike Nangong Li, this time it was the real thing!

She straightened her waist and said arrogantly, "I have the flesh and blood of your father! You'd better not act rashly!"

"Hey~" Yan Jiuchao raised his finger in disdain.

Shadow Thirteen came out of the dark.

Nangong Yan was startled, but before she could recover, Ying Shisan slapped it down with a palm.

Nangong Yan only felt a huge internal force hit her. She felt a colicky pain in her abdomen, and something warm ran down her legs.

She fell to the ground!

She stretched out her hand and touched her skirt, but it was covered in blood.

She was completely stunned!

Yan Jiuchao slowly walked in front of her and looked at her condescendingly with cold eyes: "Now, is there any more?"