V2.Chapter 682

After suffering for three months, Emperor Baorong was finally buried, and Yan cenxuan officially became emperor.

At that time, moshanghua was six months pregnant, and her abdomen was two fists higher than her feet. However, it was not as inconvenient as ordinary women.

In those three months, she had to pay homage every day, and she was often sick with pregnancy and vomiting. As a result, she felt that her body was better than that of normal pregnant women. Even after standing for a long time, she would not feel pain in her back.

Rao is so, Yan Beicheng is still distressed. He only feels that he is ashamed of being a stranger to flowers. He serves carefully every day.

Originally, after the new emperor ascended the throne, the other vassal princes had already set out for the vassal area, but their husband and wife had to stay here because of the big moon.

Prince Yu's mansion has been renovated, but moshanghua prefers this small and clean house. They live here for the time being, and they can go back to Yuzhou to have a good time just waiting for moshanghua to give birth.

Now it has been closed in recent years, and even the weather has been excellent.

The flower on the street propped up his back waist with one hand, and stroked his high bulging stomach with one hand. Like a cat who was in a good sleep, his eyes narrowed lazily.

The thick long eyelashes of the Pu fan project a touch of light green shadow at the moment, and the plump and ruddy lips are more like fresh cherries.

Qin Ya saw that the flower on the street went out of the house alone, and she was so busy in the past that she helped her, "princess, how can you get up and not call a servant? In case you have any accident, the Lord will certainly take the life of the servant."

The flower water eyes on the street blinked, glanced at Mo Ling under the side corridor, and said with a smile: "it's clear that you left your little Lang Jun to ignore me. Now it's my fault."

Qin Ya's face was suddenly like a cooked crab. She was ashamed and angry, "princess, what are you talking about? Servant, I just feel for brother Mo's saving my life."

Mo Ling in the corridor seems to have heard the conversation between the master and the servant. A wooden face softened three points and looked at Qin Ya with doting eyes.

"What little Lang Jun, Qin ya, don't take away the king's princess!" Is saying, then listen to the voice of Yan Beicheng with a smile.

Qin Ya immediately covered her face and ran away. "I don't have a maid. It's the princess who teases the slaves. Since the Lord doesn't trust the slaves, you'd better take care of the princess yourself."

Said, a slip of smoke to Mo Ling side, red face pull him to go.

Just out of the distant door, Qin Ya's exclamation then passed over again, "brother, how did you, not, how did you come back?"

"The barracks are fine today."

"Well, what are you doing, brother?"

“……”

Listening to the noise outside, the flower eyebrows and eyes on the stranger stretch out, and the quiet eyes like the old well are full of smile.

Such a day, really comfortable.

"Mo'er -"

Yan Beicheng has already stood in front of the flowers on the street, clearly in front of the people is so cold and stern. Now he comes to her, but blinks his eyes and looks aggrieved.

The flower on the street was funny and helpless, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, the king of Yu, who is famous for killing people like hell, you look like this now. Isn't it funny to spread it out?"

However, in just a few months, the image of Yanbei city has changed from a notorious waste firewood ugly king to a ruthless and ruthless king Yu.

Before and after, it seems that it is just the difference between yesterday and today.

Yan Beicheng did not care about it. He did not care at all, "this king loves his concubine. It's only a good word. How can it make people laugh."

With that, he suddenly took out his two hands behind him like a magic trick, and a large cluster of bright and dripping roses suddenly ran into the eyes of the flowers on the street.

She looked at the enchanting and beautiful roses all over her eyes. She couldn't believe that the flowers from the 21st century would appear here.

"Yanbeicheng, where on earth did you get it?" The flowers on the street took the bunch of roses, and some water flowers flashed in my eyes.

Cold hearted she, when in front of the people shed tears.

With a smile, Yan Beicheng held the flowers on the street into the house. He helped her untie her heavy cloak and plucked the charcoal basin. He was very proud of himself. "Naturally, it's hard for me. If you still want it, there are many more for you to pick."

One of the flowers on the street was taken out, put it on the nose and sniffed it gently. It was really fragrant and intoxicating, "I only said it once. You are so interested. It's winter, you..."

What she said, but at this time, no matter how much she said, her voice was dumb. All her words were like a lump in her throat, and she couldn't spit out a cent.

This rose is common in the 21st century, but how can the world have it? She really can't imagine how he got it.

Yan Beicheng chuckled and pinched her mellow face. "I'm not here to make you unhappy. If I don't smile, I'm sorry for the huge amount of money I spent on Cultivating in Japan."

The flower on the street pursed her lips and finally began to laugh.

Her face, which was cold and unrelenting, now smiles like this, only several times more delicate than the rose in front of her.Yan Beicheng's heart was filled with great satisfaction and happiness. He put his ear on the protruding belly of the flower on the street and said with a smile, "now it's only you who are short of this little villain in."

The flower on the stranger grinned and clenched his hand, two people ten fingers clasp, her voice is light and gentle, "in the future, I only wish to accompany you so old."

Yan Beicheng's pupil flashed slightly and held her soft hand tightly.

"I will always be with you."