"Okay, let's give birth."
Ji Wanrong's voice was very calm and calm, as if he was saying "What should I have for dinner?", as sparse and ordinary.
Mo Jiecheng's hand movements paused slightly, and he raised his head to look at her in surprise, with unstoppable joy on his face.
"I can't control my freedom, and I can't control my belly. It's up to you."
Ji Wanrong also looked at him, and even started to unbutton his clothes: "I'm just asking you to worry about it later."
"As long as I see the child I was forced to give birth to, with your blood flowing in his body, I'm afraid I won't be able to control him and strangle him to death."
When Ji Wanrong finished speaking, Mo Jiecheng was startled.
His fingers hung in the air and did not move for a long time, and his face quickly turned gray.
"Do you really...want to strangle him to death?"
Mo Jiecheng raised his head and looked at her in disbelief, his expression hurt and his voice trembling slightly.
This was the first time Ji Wanrong saw Mo Jiecheng like this. His deep eye sockets were a little red, and the depths of his eyes were filled with loss, sadness, and an inky color that could not be turned away.
He looked overwhelmed, fragile and helpless.
Ji Wanrong didn't answer. Looking at his stiff body, he slowly squeezed out from in front of him and went out to take a bath.
When she returned to the house again, Mo Jiecheng still didn't leave.
He was still standing in front of the window sill, maintaining the same posture as before, as if his whole body had turned into a piece of wood.
Ji Wanrong pretended that he didn't see it, put out the candle, took off his shoes and socks, and climbed onto the bed.
She was restless and never fell asleep.
She didn't know how much time passed, but in the darkness, she felt that the bed beside her suddenly sank.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a hot iron being pressed against her body.
Ji Wanrong held his breath and pretended to be sleeping, trying not to make any movement.
Mo Jiecheng's movements were very gentle. He supported his head with his hands, relied on the moonlight outside the window, and looked at Ji Wanrong's appearance carefully.
Even though she could see her eyelashes trembling slightly, obviously pretending to be asleep, it didn't reveal her.
He gently traced the outline of Ji Wanrong's cheek with his fingers and stared at it for a long time, as if he couldn't get enough.
It turns out that this is what stars look like.
When he dreamed back at midnight, he thought about the stars day and night.
He wants to stay with his star for the rest of his life.
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Time flies by and the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives soon.
In the end, Ji Wanrong went to the palace with Mo Jiecheng to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
In the past, Mid-Autumn Festival banquets were all family banquets.
The emperor had only a few heirs, and there were not many people in the harem. In the past, members of his family gathered together casually, and there were no big plans to mobilize troops, and everyone was not restrained.
But this time the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet happened to coincide with the prince of Mongolia coming to pay tribute, and it was hosted by Concubine Hua herself, so it was more grand.
Everyone wanted to go, even Mo Junfeng, who had been traveling all day long, arrived in the capital on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Concubine Hua Guifei is luxurious by nature and likes glittering things.
This banquet was to welcome the prince of her Mongolian tribe, who was her biological brother. Therefore, she specifically asked the emperor for the favor of holding this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the Zhaoyang Palace.
Zhaoyang Hall was the place where state banquets were held in the past.
Ji Wanrong followed Mo Jiecheng, and when he arrived in front of the Zhaoyang Palace, he saw the magnificent gate with magnificent and splendid decorations inside.
After thousands of candles were lit, they emitted a glistening light. The hall was very tall, but the glistening candlelight could still illuminate the entire hall.
The family banquet is divided into two seats, one row for men and one row for women. The seats in the two rows face each other.
The palace ladies filed in and were placing fruits and food for the seats on both sides.
This was the first time for Ji Wanrong to see such a scene. It was more extravagant and spectacular than the costume dramas she had seen in modern times.
And this kind of royal majesty is even more intimidating.
After Ji Wanrong took his seat in the main hall, there were not many people in the hall.
Mo Jiecheng carefully led her to the seat and sat down, and asked the two maids to follow Ji Wanrong and serve her carefully.
Then he pointed to his position opposite Ji Wanrong, telling Ji Wanrong to recognize it clearly. If anything happened, he would be able to see it.
Ji Wanrong listened to his caring words and said nothing, but nodded slightly.
Concubine Li in the distance saw this scene, her eyes lit up, and then she smiled.
She folded her hands in front of her, slowly stood up from the chair, and then walked towards Ji Wanrong's direction.
Although she looked as dignified and generous as before on the outside, the clicking sound of her little feet revealed her inner eagerness.
"Rong'er, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"
Ji Wanrong saw Concubine Li's smiling face and smiled at her.
I haven't seen her for a long time, and she looks much better than the last time I saw her.
"Tsk, tsk, look at how caring this idiot is to you. A fool can take care of others. I'm afraid it's going to rain red from the sky today - you don't have one, right?"
Concubine Li smiled crazily and her voice was loud.
I originally thought that Ji Wanrong would shyly interrupt her, but her face was filled with red.
As soon as Concubine Keli finished speaking, the sound of Mo Jiecheng's cough came from the distance.
Concubine Li turned her head in confusion, only to see Mo Jiecheng suppressing his blush and shaking his head towards her with a worried look on his face.
This fool!
Rong'er wasn't even shy, but he was!
"It's okay, it's okay even if you're not pregnant! I'm not rushing you, you two, please work hard tonight and don't be too busy!"
Concubine Li continued to smile.
But the sound of Mo Jiecheng's coughing in the distance became louder, and Concubine Li suddenly felt a chill on her neck and back.
When he turned around to look, he realized that Mo Jiecheng's sharp eyes were like flying knives, thrust into the back of his head.
Concubine Li swallowed suspiciously.
"How is your recovery recently? Have you recovered from the poisonous ointment?"
Ji Wanrong did not answer directly, but avoided the topic and asked about something she had always been concerned about.
Concubine Li turned her head. Seeing how concerned she was about her, her beautiful eyebrows fluttered in an instant, and she didn't notice the change in Ji Wanrong's title.
"Okay, okay! It's because of you that my body can be restored to what it is now. If you hadn't discovered that there was something wrong with the ointment, I'm afraid I would have turned into a skeleton today!"
"Vicious, the person behind this is really cruel! What happened to your husband? The murderer has not been found until now! You hurry up and urge him on my behalf. The child cannot be born and things cannot be done well. , he is simply useless!”
Concubine Li said as she sat down on the seat next to Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong listened to Concubine Li's words, and her calm eyes slowly glanced at the people sitting at the table. The princes had already entered the room one by one, and the seats of the emperor, queen, and queen mother were still vacant.
Many people came, including King Duan, King Ping, King Chu...
Everyone acted like brothers and sisters.
"Empress, Concubine Hua, did she have that poisonous scar-removing ointment in her hand before?" Ji Wanrong asked in a low voice.
