Chapter 231 Your Majesty will not let me cry
Tao Wanyin was dragged along by King Yong. She carefully protected her belly and almost fell down several times.
The angry man finally stopped.
"I almost forgot that the princess is a face-loving person."
Zhao Minghong looked at her with a terrifying expression.
"There are so many people watching in the front hall, and the princess refuses to tell the truth. Now that there is no one else here, you can tell me here, who is that wild man!"
After Tao Wanyin stood firm, her chest He was still panting, his little face turned pale with fright.
When she heard him continue to insult her, no matter how well-educated she was, she couldn't restrain her annoyance and raised her hand to give him a slap.
Zhao Minghong's pupils shrank hard, and a hint of hurt flashed in his eyes.
He didn't hide or avoid it, just stared at her face.
Tao Wanyin raised her hand to his face, but stopped.
Her fingers trembled, then slowly curled up into fists, and finally, like a lifeless rag doll, they hung down by her side.
Zhao Minghong's voice sounded like it came from hell, cold and authentic: "How come the princess couldn't do it?"
He couldn't contain his anger and said: "I have always observed etiquette. The princess who pays attention to the three obedience and four virtues of women actually wants to treat her own My husband took action, what heinous thing did this king do that made the princess so angry that she wanted to slap her!”
The concubines in Prince Yong’s mansion repeatedly provoked her, but she couldn’t bear it, so he married her sweetheart! After a few words, he almost got slapped by her.
Zhao Minghong's eyes were sore, and he took a deep breath to hold back the bitterness that surged from the bottom of his heart.
Tao Wanyin's nails dug into the flesh of her palms, forcing herself to calm down.
In her current situation, she has no family to rely on. Only the fetus in her belly is connected to her by blood.
She knew in her heart that she could still survive in the world, and the child in her belly was only a small part of her. What was more important was...
the people in front of her.
King Yong did not want to abolish his concubine, and even contradicted the Queen Mother for her sake.
Qingwu said that King Yong knelt down and begged her for his own affairs.
She could not imagine the rebellious prince, kneeling and begging for help.
Tao Wanyin calmed down. She raised her head again, only to find that King Yong's eyes were redder than hers.
The expression showed undisguised anger and grievance.
Only then did she take a closer look. There seemed to be traces of crying on his face.
Prince Yong got drunk at the princess's residence and specifically asked her to come back. He made a fuss most of the night just to humiliate her in public? Do you have to make her admit that there is someone outside and someone deep inside?
Tao Wanyin's hand slowly loosened her grip, and she frowned, as if she understood what was wrong.
Seeing that she raised her hand again and stretched it towards his face, Zhao Minghong's back stiffened.
He said harshly: "Hit her, it's best to hit her hard! Leave a mark of your slap, and I will walk around the city tomorrow to let the people in the city know the two faces of Princess Yong."
To Tao Wanyin's ears, this threat only seemed ridiculous and funny.
She wanted to hit him, but he used this innocuous, innocuous, and non-punishing move as a threat?
Everyone in the city doesn’t know that the Tao family is a traitor, so what reputation does she have?
Tao Wanyin's hand fell on his face immediately. Zhao Minghong closed his eyes with a pale face, and something spilled out of the corners of his eyes.
No pain or embarrassment as expected.
That hand softly touched the corners of Zhao Minghong's eyes.
Under the night, Tao Wanyin thought she had seen it wrong. She touched it with her own hands and felt the moisture coming from her fingertips.
She said in surprise: "Your Majesty, did you cry?"
Seeing the tears and seeing the tears rolling out in person were completely different feelings.
The latter was able to convince Tao Wanyin that the tears had something to do with her.
Zhao Minghong immediately opened his eyes and snorted: "How could this king--"
Tao Wanyin handed her fingers to him and said in a serious tone: "My fingers are all wet, please take a look. Zhao Minghong said without changing his expression: "It's raining lightly."
Although it was night, the moon and stars were numerous, there was only a gust of evening wind, and the weather was so dry that there was no dew.
Tao Wanyin continued in confusion: "It's still hot."
Zhao Minghong became angry and pushed her finger away, saying: "This is the urine of insects on the tree, and it accidentally dripped on my face."
He would rather admit that it was urine than admit that it was urine. She shed tears herself.
Deep among the trees.
Ji Qingwu pulled Emperor Wu Su and was leaning in the corner to eavesdrop. When she heard King Yong's lame explanation, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
She leaned close to the emperor and bit his ear: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect that King Yong is still a crybaby. Has he always been like this?"
Emperor Wu Su denied: "He has never been like this."
Although Zhao Minghong asked for a beating, he resisted and refused to admit defeat. Not to mention crying, he rarely begged for mercy.
Crying in front of Princess Yong is obviously heartbreaking.
Ji Qingwu said softly: "I believe your Majesty's words now."
Emperor Wu Su's eyes were warm: "What are you talking about?"
"It is said that men do not shed tears lightly, but before they reach the point of sadness, King Yong still has sincerity for the princess."
Emperor Wu Su put his arms around her waist and carried her into his arms thoughtfully.
Ask: "You still don't believe what I said before?"
Ji Qingwu looked at him enthusiastically, gave him a gentle push, and continued to poke his head, I want to watch the future development of Yong Wang and his wife.
She said hurriedly: "Believe it, believe it, I believe whatever your majesty says."
"Wu, believe it or not, your eyes will fall on that end again."
Emperor Wu Su's voice was hoarse with drunkenness, and his tone was as usual.
"You will be the one crying next."
Hearing this, Ji Qingwu quickly took his head back and looked at him with a hint of guilt in his bright eyes.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Emperor Wu Su pressed her waist and took her back into his arms.
The corners of his mouth curled up with satisfaction. Ji Qingwu quietly raised his head and said tentatively: "Your Majesty will not let me cry."
Emperor Wu Su's eyes were half-squinted and he hugged him tighter.
“There is a situation that needs to be excluded.”
What situation?
Ji Qingwu reacted quickly. The two people were close to each other and could clearly feel the changes in each other's bodies.
What else could it be.
The heat that had just been blown away by the evening breeze surged up on Ji Qingwu's face.
She pretended to be calm and whispered: "That's impossible to say."
Emperor Wu Su's eyes seemed to be able to absorb the surrounding light, and they lit up in surprise.
But he just said lightly: "Oh?"
You can't lose a battle if you lose. Maybe the emperor will forget about it when he sobers up tomorrow, and Ji Qingwu will start "making nonsense" again.
"Why am I crying? I won't cry. Maybe the one crying is Your Majesty."
Emperor Wu Su curled his lips and asked kindly: "Ah Wu, How do you want me to cry? "
Ji Qingwu looked at the situation outside. King Yong and the others were so busy with themselves that they didn't even notice that there was anyone else here.
She cleared her throat and said: "Someone once said that it is still unclear who will win between Your Majesty and I. Your Majesty, don't be too confident."
Someone: A sneeze, a sneeze, a sneeze
(End of this chapter)