Ning'er said it wasn't sour enough?
Pei Lu looked at her happily, thinking that there must be a little prince in her belly!
He is about to have his first child with the woman he loves most!
An Ning also smiled gently. Lin Qingge was dead... so her only enemy was Gu Yunchu?
However, since it was Gu Yunchu who killed Lin Qingge, then Gu Yunchu didn't need her to do anything, because those old guys in the court would naturally clamor to purge the emperor's side!
An Ning felt somewhat fortunate that she had watched a lot of palace fighting dramas and literature before traveling through time.
Otherwise, she might not be able to rise step by step in the harem with the title of the daughter of a small seventh-rank official.
"Then, A-Lu, Lin Qingge is dead. Does that mean the only one left is the most annoying Gu Yunchu?"
Pei Lu originally planned to use Gu Yunchu to get rid of Lin Qingge, and then there would be pressure from the court to force him to kill Gu Yunchu.
But now, Gu Yunchu has already cleared herself of all wrongdoing, and it would take some effort to get rid of her.
"Ning'er, wait a little longer. You're only a month pregnant. Before you show your pregnancy, I will definitely deal with all those who stand in your way!"
He narrowed his eyes, held An Ning in one hand, and looked straight ahead.
The same scene was also seen in Jinhua Palace. Wen Zhiyu was holding Gu Yunchu, who was holding an oil-paper bag. She weighed the pastries inside and said softly, "Thank you, Ah Yu."
Wen Zhiyu's deep dark eyes flashed with a hint of abnormality. He asked embarrassedly: "I brought you the things, but there is no reward?"
Gu Yunchu blinked his eyes. Reward, what reward?
Wen Zhiyu sighed and said helplessly, "I'd better ask for it myself."
He held the back of Gu Yunchu's head with one hand and pried her jaw with the other hand, sealing her lips.
The soft lips made him intoxicated, their breaths intertwined, and his eyes closed lightly.
Her breathing seemed a little disordered, but Gu Yunchu pushed her away. The originally delicate person's lips were now even more rosy, and her hair was a little messy, as if she had just been severely ravaged by someone.
Gu Yunchu touched her lips, and Wen Zhiyu... kissed her again.
[007, has Wen Zhiyu's darkening value decreased?]
[No~ My gentle, cute and beautiful host! ]
The black value did not change...
She raised her bright red lips and rubbed Wen Zhiyu's chin with her fingers. "Why does Ah Yu always kiss me? Do you like me?"
Wen Zhiyu turned his head away. Like it?
It’s not like.
After Gu Yunchu took his medicine, she became his, his own...
Wen Zhiyu thought quickly and finally came to a conclusion that Gu Yunchu was his and he could kiss her whenever he wanted.
But he also knew what kind of words would please girls: "Yes, I like Jiaojiao."
Gu Yunchu was slightly startled. She raised her little head and stared into his eyes motionlessly: "Is what Ah Yu said true?"
Wen Zhiyu didn't know why, but he couldn't help feeling guilty every time she looked at him like that.
For the first time, he, who was used to wearing a mask, did not want to go against his true heart. He did not answer whether it was true or false but chose to remain silent.
She smiled, as if covering up for Wen Zhiyu: "Qingming Festival is in two days. Would it be okay for Ah Yu to come over then?"
Wen Zhiyu wanted to refuse, but Gu Yunchu covered his mouth: "You can't say such chilling words with a mouth that's 37 degrees Celsius."
She pouted, her voice was soft, the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were faintly visible, and her round eyes stared at him angrily, as if she would burst into tears the first second if he rejected her.
But what did she just say?
What is a thirty-seven degree mouth?
He had important people to visit during the Qingming Festival: "I'll come over in the evening."
He turned his head to look at the window. The peonies there had disappeared at some point, leaving only a bare flowerpot.
She seems to like peonies very much. As an apology, bring her one when you come back during the Qingming Festival.
In fact, Gu Yunchu knew what Wen Zhiyu was going to do tomorrow, to visit her deceased mother and grandfather.
"Okay, since you have something important to do, I'll reluctantly agree to this. However, I have to apologize."
She lowered her eyes, and seemed to be in a bad mood. Wen Zhiyu asked, "Okay, what does Jiaojiao want?"
She raised her eyes and saw that there should be a peach blossom forest in front of Wen Zhiyu's mother's tomb.
"I want...the first peach blossom you look at."
"I didn't know how to judge people in this life, and I met that scumbag Pei Lu. I hope I can have more romantic luck in my next life!"
Wen Zhiyu frowned. There was indeed a peach blossom forest where he was going, but did the first peach blossom he saw have any special meaning?
"I thought you liked peonies."
Wen Zhiyu spoke in a cold voice, but Gu Yunchu just glanced at him: "Peony is very beautiful, but too delicate. Look at the pot on the window, it died two days ago! Now it's bare, without even a leaf left!"
She jumped off him and pushed him a few times. "I have to go to the dungeon again. I have something important to do. You should go back to your East Factory!"
Wen Zhiyu was confused. Gu Yunchu was always urging him. Wasn’t everything fine just now?
Gu Yunchu tiptoed and picked up the bag of pastries that Wen Zhiyu brought with her little hands. It was not that she was anxious, but Pei Lu was accompanying An Ning now, and it was late, so it would be inconvenient for her to go to the dungeon.
"I'll take you back."
Wen Zhiyu spoke calmly and seemed to have learned his lesson. He no longer carried the person roughly on his shoulders, but instead used a princess hug.
When she landed, Gu Yunchu hadn't reacted yet. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It was really convenient to know martial arts. When she had the chance, she would definitely ask 007 to help her find a host that knew martial arts.
Because Wen Zhiyu was there, it was more convenient for Gu Yunchu to see Jin Rou than to come alone.
She came to the innermost part of the dungeon. Jin Rou was curled up with her bare feet covered with red marks.
Water was still dripping from the wall next to her. Every time a drop fell, Jin Rou frowned. Perhaps it was because Gu Yunchu's gaze was too hard to ignore, Jin Rou turned her head slightly. When she moved, the iron chains on her body collided and made a sound: "You're here."
In just half a day, her voice became extremely hoarse.
Gu Yunchu squatted down to look at her at eye level and handed the cake in his hand to her: "Which one of the ones in the west of the palace is your favorite, the lotus cake?"
Jin Rou raised her eyes, which were filled with mist, making it difficult for her to see the face of the woman in front of her. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Unexpectedly, before she died, the person who brought her food was the woman she once hated the most.
"Thanks."
She took it with trembling hands and stuffed the pastry into her mouthfuls with tears in her eyes.
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