Chapter 130 Beauty Picture
Meng Mingshu bit her lips tightly and moved them, but still couldn't say anything.
"You might as well kill me!"
Xiao Yan picked up Meng Mingshu by the waist, held her whole body in his arms, and then took her out of the carriage.
"Why would my husband kill you?"
"Just teasing Ah Shu."
Xiao Yan knew that he couldn't bully people too harshly.
Meng Mingshu leaned on Xiao Yan's shoulder and couldn't help biting his ear to vent her anger: "You only know how to bully me."
"You wait."
Xiao Yan became interested: "How does Ah Shu want to teach me a lesson?"
Meng Mingshu thought of countless ways in her mind, but she had to admit that she couldn't do any of them.
Who made Xiao Yan the emperor?
The emperor is omnipotent. Not only can he bully her, he can bully anyone.
"When Tuan'er and Yuan'er grow up and you become too sick to move, I'll ask them to avenge me..."
"How to take revenge?"
"I'll tie you to the bed and leave you, an old bastard, crying out for mercy..."
Xiao Yan laughed, originally just with the corners of his mouth raised, but later the whole bedroom was filled with Xiao Yan's hearty laughter.
Meng Mingshu became even angrier.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xiao Yan placed her beside the bathtub and helped her undress and bathe, while saying, "Ashu is so cute, your husband can't help it."
"You're not making fun of us, Ah Shu."
Meng Mingshu scooped up some water and poured it on Xiao Yan:
"You're obviously making fun of me, and you're laughing right now."
"You're still laughing!"
Meng Mingshu stood up from the bathtub and bumped her head against Xiao Yan:
"Xiao Yan! I want to fight you."
That's too much.
Is her talk so funny?
Since reality cannot take revenge on Xiao Yan, can't she still daydream and fantasize a little?
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By the time the two of them finished showering and washing up, an hour had passed.
Meng Mingshu no longer has the strength to do so.
"Mother, mother!"
Tuan'er climbed onto their bed with his short legs.
Meng Mingshu held Tuan'er in her arms: "Tuan'er, do you want to sleep with Daddy and Mommy tonight?"
Tuan'er nodded: "Yeah."
Tuan'er snuggled into Meng Mingshu's arms, grabbed her clothes on her chest, and looked at Meng Mingshu eagerly.
"Mother, Tuan'er wants to..."
Meng Mingshu blushed:
"Tuan'er, not today."
Tuan'er pouted and looked at Meng Mingshu with an even more pitiful look.
"Why?"
Meng Mingshu's heart softened.
When she gave birth to Tuan'er, her relationship with Xiao Yan was not good, mainly because she looked down on Xiao Yan.
At that time, she had not been reborn, and she did not know her place and was always dissatisfied with Xiao Yan.
Although he did not treat his biological son Tuan'er like this, Xiao Yan was still influenced by him and only fed Tuan'er for half a year.
After that, Tuan'er grew up drinking goat's milk.
"My dear, how about tomorrow? Today is really not possible."
It’s all Xiao Yan’s fault!
Meng Mingshu hugged her daughter's little body, while still staring at Xiao Yan.
If it weren't for Xiao Yan, Tuan'er wouldn't be staring blankly at this...
Xiao Yan took Tuan'er out of Meng Mingshu's arms, put her on the bed, and asked her to sit down.
"Tuan'er."
Facing his father's serious face, Tuan'er couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"You scared her."
Meng Mingshu hugged Tuan'er in her arms and held her head:
"Don't be afraid, your father is sick today."
Xiao Yan sighed in his heart, but he didn't pull Tuan'er out of Meng Mingshu's arms.
He also slowed down his tone, but his words were full of seriousness: "Tuan'er."
"Not only is it gone today, it will be gone forever."
Tuan'er pouted and had tears in his eyes, looking extremely pitiful.
Xiao Yan shook his head: "Don't cry."
Xiao Yan knew his daughter better than anyone else.
Tuan'er is a little smart guy who knows that pretending to be pitiful will be useful to Meng Mingshu.
"You're a big boy now, so you're not allowed to do that in the future."
"But my brother can."
Tuan'er's tears are about to fall:
"Tuan'er also wants mother to hold me."
Xiao Yan sighed. He had overestimated himself. Pretending to be pitiful was not only useful on Meng Mingshu, but also on him.
He rubbed Tuan'er's little head with his big hand: "Don't cry."
"After a few days, my brother stopped feeding me."
Xiao Yan had no intention of letting Meng Mingshu continue feeding them.
Xiao Yan felt that the prescription given by the imperial physician was not good enough.
After making some minor adjustments himself, he asked the group of imperial doctors to try the prescription.
This delayed us for a while.
Tuan'er stopped crying, her eyelashes fluttering: "Tuan'er, Tuan'er was wrong."
"Let mother feed my brother, he is so small."
Xiao Yan shook his head: "It's not because of Tuan'er, my brother can be fed by others."
"Your mother has her own things to do."
"If mother feeds you, it will be inconvenient for her to leave the palace."
Only then did Tuan'er stop crying.
Meng Mingshu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She gently wiped Tuan'er's face and said, "My dear, don't cry."
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Meng Mingshu had a dream. In the dream, the paintings drawn by the seventeen-year-old Xiao Yan were seen by the present Xiao Yan.
Then she was bullied even more severely by Xiao Yan and was locked in that dark room.
Xiao Yan also said that he wanted to paint more paintings like this.
The feeling of oppression was so real that Meng Mingshu woke up in shock.
When she woke up, she saw Xiao Yan's head pressing on her chest. No wonder she felt short of breath.
It turned out that it was Xiao Yan who was causing trouble.
Before Meng Mingshu could question Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan raised his head.
"What did Ah Shu dream about?"
Meng Mingshu felt guilty when she was asked. She quickly supported herself with her arms and sat up: "Nothing?"
"But Ah Shu was talking in her sleep."
Xiao Yan had a faint smile on his face.
Meng Mingshu instantly became nervous, her palms clenched under her sleeves: "I...what did I say?"
"I didn't hear clearly, what beauty picture?"
Meng Mingshu was shocked: "What else did you say?"
Meng Mingshu's appearance of being obviously panicked but pretending to be nothing made Xiao Yan feel as if his heart was being scratched by a feather.
He suppressed his laughter and shook his head expressionlessly: "No more."
"Ashu, do you want to find an artist to paint for you?"
"My husband can do it for me."
Meng Mingshu thought of what Xiao Yan had done during his amnesia, and her body trembled subconsciously. She shook her head in extreme resistance:
"No, no... I don't like it at all."
"Then forget it."
Meng Mingshu felt relieved. She knew that Xiao Yan didn't remember everything that happened during the period of amnesia.
It seems that Xiao Yan has already forgotten about those paintings.
That's good.
Meng Mingshu covered her chest.
But we should try our best to get those paintings and destroy them.
Otherwise Meng Mingshu would feel uneasy.
But when she thought about the fact that those paintings were in the darkroom, Meng Mingshu felt a little embarrassed.
Except for the morning court sessions, Xiao Yan was always inseparable from her.
If he wanted to get back those disgusting paintings, he had to find a way to avoid Xiao Yan.
Otherwise, if she went down with Xiao Yan, she might not be able to come up.
But Meng Mingshu didn't want to go to that place.
It was filled with memories of her being bullied by Xiao Yan.
Whenever she thought of that, Meng Mingshu's face turned red.
She couldn't help but cover her face and thought, forget it, let's just postpone it.
Anyway, Xiao Yan hasn't discovered it now, and he may not discover it in the future.
Xiao Yan saw Meng Mingshu's ostrich-like mentality.
Things didn't go as he expected, so Xiao Yan had to take the initiative to give Meng Mingshu a push.
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"Mother, why did you enter the palace?"
Lin had a smile on his face:
"It was His Majesty who asked Mother to enter the palace, saying that he would help look after Tuan'er and Yuan'er."
A bad premonition flashed through Meng Mingshu's mind.
Before she was taken to the dark room by Xiao Yan, he also allowed her mother to enter the palace.
"Mother, you'd better leave the palace. The servants will handle these matters."
Lin smiled and shook his head:
"You don't have to feel bad for your mother. I don't know how happy she is to be able to take care of Tuan'er and the others."
Lin really likes the two children and is willing to take care of them.
"No matter how good the servants are, they are still a layer apart and are not family."
Lin held Meng Mingshu's hand:
"Don't worry, Ah Shu. Mother will take good care of them and will not let down your Majesty and your trust."
Seeing that Lin was so happy, Meng Mingshu could only agree.
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