The male protagonist has no heir? Hurry up and get dressed, the pregnant beauty is here to fuck you

The moment Wen Yuzhi saw Qiu Zhi, his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously looked behind Qiu Zhi. However, when he did not see the person he was expecting, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly, and the edges of his face became even colder.

"Doesn't she know that I'm angry?" Wen Yuzhi couldn't help but ask Qiu Zhi.

Even though she tried to endure it, Qiuzhi could still vaguely hear a hint of resentment.

Qiu Zhi's mouth twitched, and she forced herself to hold back a smile as she handed the pot of soup to Wen Yuzhi: "Sir, this is the nourishing soup that the master prepared for you early in the morning."

Wen Yuzhi's stern expression faded slightly when he heard this, and he muttered, "Don't think I'll forgive you just like that."

Although he looked disgusted, his hands honestly took the soup pot.

At this time, when they saw the shadows not far away, they knew that the adults who were dismissing the court were coming, so they said goodbye and disappeared quickly.

The ministers who had just finished their court session were walking together. When they suddenly saw Prime Minister Wen on the road ahead, they all stepped forward respectfully and saluted.

At the same time, they were all puzzled. The Prime Minister would leave first after each court session. They had no chance to get close to him and build a closer relationship with him.

Today is really strange. Why is the Prime Minister still staying in the palace today?

And I vaguely heard the word "tonic soup" just now.

When the adults came to Wen Yuzhi, they were busy clasping their fists to salute him, but their eyes couldn't help but glance at the soup pot in Wen Yuzhi's hand.

His eyes were full of gossip.

Wen Yuzhi nodded indifferently to the ministers, his whole attention focused on the soup prepared by Qu Xinyue himself, and the coldness in his eyes softened a little.

At this point, the temperature of the soup pot is just right, perfect for drinking the soup.

The lid on the soup pot was an enamel bowl. Wen Yuzhi poured the soup into the bowl slowly and steadily.

The soup is golden in color and exudes a rich aroma. It is truly a top-notch soup.

Wen Yuzhi's lips curled up slightly, but when all the ingredients in the soup were poured into the porcelain bowl, his expression froze a little.

The ministers who were peeping all had confused looks on their faces.

Hiss! There are baby pigeons, and there are also Eucommia bark-like plants.

Eucommia ulmoides!

Who doesn’t know that Eucommia ulmoides has the effect of nourishing the kidney and consolidating essence? There is a saying among the people that if you have low back pain, eating Eucommia ulmoides will prevent kidney deficiency.

The ministers' eyes couldn't help but glance between Wen Yuzhi's legs, and the expressions on their faces were indescribable.

Which minister in the capital has not thought about marrying a younger member of his family into the Prime Minister's Mansion?

The Prime Minister, Lord Wen, is a young talent with great intelligence, and is also the most trusted person around the emperor.

If I could marry Wen Yuzhi, my family would be able to prosper for at least another fifty years.

It’s not that no one had ever tried to get the truth from Wen Yuzhi, either openly or covertly, and some even allowed their younger generations to climb into Wen Yuzhi’s bed.

But they were all rejected by Wen Yuzhi. If the girl didn't listen to the warning and kept pestering him, she would surely end up in a miserable state.

I heard that the worst case was that the daughter of a fourth-rank official married an older groom.

I used to wonder why Prime Minister Wen, a young man full of vigor and vitality, would not think about women?

Now, seeing this Eucommia ulmoides tonic soup, everyone present suddenly understood.

Wen Yuzhi took in everyone's reactions, veins bulged on his forehead, his lips pressed into a straight line, and the low pressure in his body was rushing out.

The ministers who were gossiping were suddenly startled and smiled awkwardly on their faces.

"Oh, my eyesight suddenly becomes bad today, and everything seems blurry. Everyone go ahead and do your work, I'll go ahead first." The old minister has always had a keen sense of smell, and he would rather die than let his friend die, so he slipped away quickly.

The other ministers felt a pang in their hearts and cursed the old minister for being a beast in their hearts. Who would dare to stay and watch Prime Minister Wen make a fool of himself in this situation? This is like a game between a mouse and a cat - aren't they trying to kill themselves?

The remaining ministers immediately became busy, some using the excuse that their wives were giving birth, others using the excuse that their house was on fire...

Wen Yuzhi looked at the ministers who fled in all directions with a dark face, gritting his teeth and saying to Lord Wang, who used the excuse that his wife had given birth to a child, but his wife is sixty-five years old this year, how could she give birth to a child?

Looking at the steaming bowl of soup in his hand, he sneered. There was no doubt that by tomorrow, the news of his impotence would spread throughout the streets of Kyoto!

Despite this, Wen Yuzhi still raised his head and drank all the tonic soup. It was rare that Qu Xinyue, such a heartless person, washed her hands and made soup for him. It would be a pity to waste it.

But the tonic soup is very enjoyable to drink and the effect is very good.

What's more, Wen Yuzhi is a martial artist with abundant Qi and blood, so he doesn't need any supplements at all.

As soon as he returned to the Qingzhu Courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the elusive Dark Guard Jiao appeared and reminded him, "Master, you have a nosebleed."

As he finished speaking, a drop of bright red blood dripped from his nose, staining the gorgeously embroidered robe of Prime Minister Wen.

Wen Yuzhi wiped his nose with a handkerchief and looked at the amount of blood on the handkerchief. It was quite heavy.

He gritted his teeth and cursed softly, then turned around and left the Prime Minister's Mansion at lightning speed. Judging from the direction he left, where else could it be but the Yushuyuan in the Prince's Eastern Palace?

……

Qu Xinyue was changing clothes in the side hall. Ever since the prince stayed overnight in the main hall, she had used the side hall as her permanent residence.

Her clothes were half-removed, revealing her slender curves, when suddenly the sound of the bead curtain in the inner hall was heard, as if a gust of wind was blowing by.

Qu Xinyue was shocked!

At this point in time, she was preparing to take a nap, so she had asked Cuiying and Qiuzhi to go downstairs to rest, and all the servants stayed outside the side hall. No one dared to come in without orders.

She covered her full chest and turned around in surprise, only to see the bead curtain swaying slightly. The whole side hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Qu Xinyue breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a big hand covered her mouth from behind, and another strong arm firmly held her slender waist, and the man's strong and hot body pressed tightly against her back.

The hot, humid breath lingered on her earlobe, slowly drilling into her sensitive spot.

Qu Xinyue's scalp suddenly felt numb, her hands and feet felt cold, her heart was beating like a drum, and she struggled subconsciously.

The hot and wet kiss pecked at the back of her neck little by little, and the familiar cool fragrance followed like a shadow, invading her five senses little by little, and in an instant, she calmed down.

But there was a hint of anger on her pretty face, and she opened her mouth and bit the palm of the hand that was covering her mouth.

Suddenly, a muffled laugh came from behind me, low but very seductive.

"I wanted to let you rest for a few days. It seems that Yueyue is not feeling unwell. She even gave me a tonic soup for aphrodisiac. Do you think I didn't work hard enough last night?"

After saying that, she domineeringly tore off the loose dress with her calloused hands.

The dazzlingly white skin turned pink in the big palm. Qu Xinyue was filled with shame and indignation. She had made the tonic soup because she saw that Wen Yuzhi was angry, so she made the soup to appease him.

But now, after hearing it from Wen Yuzhi's mouth, it seemed as if he was unsatisfied.

However, thinking about the need for a child, Qu Xinyue happily and enthusiastically responded.

When Wen Yuzhi saw Qu Xinyue's cunning eyes, he immediately raised an evil smile and spoke slowly in a low and hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, I drank the contraceptive soup before coming here."