Following Fu Tong'er's groan...
Emperor Jing held her waist tightly with one hand.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Fu Tong'er looked at the mountainside again, the royal ancestral temple, and the flat land.
Lu Zhenzhi was hit on the back of the head by the black and white ghost-faced demons behind him! From above, roll down!
"Master Jiu!" Fu Tong'er was about to rush forward, but Emperor Jing's hand on her waist tightened.
He kissed Fu Tong'er's hair and said, "Yan'er, from now on, you belong only to me."
"I'm not Yan'er, I'm not..."
Hong Yusu used his flying skills to rush into the royal ancestral temple, intercepted Lu Zhenzhi who was rolling down, carried his body, jumped out of the ancestral hall and left.
Fu Tong'er collapsed to the ground.
That’s all.
He's gone.
Jiu Ye is gone.
Although she didn't remember him, at this moment, she realized that it didn't matter if the memory was erased, what mattered was that her love for him was engraved in her bones.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven by the imperial concubine went on as usual.
Fu Tong'er, like a wandering soul, went through the process with everyone in the temple.
Finally, we returned to the imperial palace, the Phoenix Palace.
It was already past noon, and Emperor Jing accompanied her for lunch.
On this day, Emperor Jing ignored state affairs.
Fu Tong'er slept for more than ten hours. When she woke up, it was the next day and the sun was shining brightly.
I saw a man in his forties sitting on a high couch on the other side of the bed.
She suddenly recalled the scene yesterday where the Ninth Master was ambushed, rolled down the royal ancestral temple, and was intercepted by Hong Yusu and taken away without even saying goodbye. Her heart was instantly filled with pain.
How she wanted to take a look at Master Jiu.
Emperor Jing said, "You're awake." He then said to Qiao'er beside him, "Give her a wash and grooming. I'll have someone come to pick her up soon. Today is the ceremony to confer the title of Imperial Concubine."
After saying this, he stood up and walked over: "Yan'er... Tong'er, there is no Ninth Brother in this world anymore. From now on, you are my Imperial Consort! Hold the Imperial Consort Phoenix Seal and be the mother of the world. When you give birth to a dragon heir, I will make you empress! And make our son the crown prince! I am willing to go against the will of the late Empress Dowager for you!"
As he spoke, he moved two beads on the Buddhist beads and touched Fu Tong'er's head: "The lifelong companionship you want, I will give it to you! Ninth brother, just forget it."
Fu Tong'er lost her soul. What if she was pregnant with Jiu Ye's child...
Emperor Jing left with a smile.
Qiao'er frowned and sighed.
After washing up, Qiao'er ordered someone to bring the imperial concubine's clothes and helped Fu Tong'er to stand up.
"Qiao'er..." Fu Tong'er opened her arms like a wandering soul, allowing Qiao'er and two palace maids to change her clothes.
"Miss...ah, things are unpredictable."
"Qiao'er, I want to cry." Fu Tong'er's eyes were empty, "But I can't cry."
After she finished speaking, she touched her lower abdomen.
As soon as I touched it, I felt a small ball the size of a grape under my lower abdomen.
"Will there be symptoms of pregnancy in more than half a month? For example, vomiting..." After saying these words, Fu Tong'er couldn't help but ran away and retched.
"Miss, Miss."
Fu Tong'er, wearing a rose-red midriff, came over slowly with Qiao'er's support: "Has Brother Su been here?"
"General Hong?" Qiao'er helped Fu Tong'er up the stairs, walked to the bed, and continued to let the palace maids help her dress.
This imperial concubine's dress is the most complicated.
"Has he been here?" Fu Tong'er asked again.
"Miss... Madam, General Hong has not entered the palace since yesterday."
The palace maid came over holding the phoenix crown.
"It's Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty! He must have sent someone to stop it..."
Qiao'er took the phoenix crown and said to the two palace maids, "You go down, I will serve the queen."
"Yes..." The two palace maids retreated like fairies.
As Qiao'er put the phoenix crown on Fu Tong'er's head, she said, "Miss, this is the imperial palace. Now that the Ninth Master is in trouble, His Majesty will no longer be afraid. You must be careful with your words and actions, otherwise if you anger His Majesty, you will lose your head."
"I don't believe he is dead, I don't believe it! Jiu Ye is still here! He must still be alive! I feel he is still alive..." Fu Tong'er burst into tears and touched her lower abdomen again.
"Empress, Master Jiu, ah," Qiao'er sighed again.
At this moment, a voice came from outside the Phoenix Palace...
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