You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Lin Zhaoyue had her period today and felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She didn't want to be tormented by Xiao Yan's nightmare in the middle of the night, so she said:

"I'll sleep in your bed tonight."

Although Xiao Yan forced her to sleep in the same bed, the bed he had someone move in was not removed.

When Xiao Yan saw her unhappy expression and the faint smell of blood on her body, he knew that her day was coming, so he asked someone to prepare a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea for her.

Seeing the bowl of brown sugar, Lin Zhaoyue's eyes moved slightly.

In his previous life, when he was demoted to a prince, every time he came to Kuishui, he would personally make her a cup of brown sugar water and rub her belly.

Xiao Yan stirred the brown sugar in the bowl with a spoon until it was no longer hot before handing it to her:

"drink."

Lin Zhaoyue took it and after drinking half a bowl, her stomach felt warm and the abdominal pain was relieved a lot.

Just as she was about to sleep in his bed, Xiao Yan reached out and hugged her, putting her on the bed:

"Just sleep here and don't go anywhere."

Just as Lin Zhaoyue was about to speak, Xiao Yun's deep voice came over:

"Think about the green bamboo in the dungeon, huh?"

Threatening her again?

Lin Zhaoyue frowned, turned around, turned her back to him, and said:

"When will you let me see Qingzhu?"

"see your performance."

Hasn't she been behaving badly these past few days?

She basically listens to whatever he says.

Moreover, since their last escape, the guards of the East Palace have become twice as strong as before, making it difficult for her to leave the courtyard.

Xiao Yan lifted the quilt and got into bed. After extinguishing the candle with his palm, he turned around and hugged the person in his arms.

Both of them were wearing single clothes, and they could feel each other's body temperature through two thin layers of silk cloth.

Falling into Xiao Yun's solid and hot chest, Lin Zhaoyue struggled instinctively.

Xiao Yan's breathing suddenly became much heavier, and his voice was slightly hoarse:

"You knew that your day was coming and I was alone so you deliberately teased me?"

"I do not have."

Lin Zhaoyue retorted:

"I don't like you hugging me."

She had said many times that she didn't like him hugging her.

But Xiao Yan turned a deaf ear every time.

"dislike?"

Xiao Yan paused for a moment and continued:

"Then force yourself to like it."

I have never seen such a domineering person like him. Just as Lin Zhaoyue was about to move in, the man's voice came again:

"If you move again, I don't mind letting you use your hands."

Lin Zhaoyue's body stiffened and she really didn't move.

Seeing that she was well behaved, Xiao Yan placed his bony hands on her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently.

Smelling the pleasant lemon scent on her body, Xiao Yan slowly spoke:

"Lin Zhaoyue, I had a very long dream. I dreamed that we got married and had a child named Xiao Jingchen."

child?

In her previous life, she was pregnant for eight months and could feel a little life making noises in her belly every day, but an accident happened.

That day, she followed the advice of the imperial physician and went for a walk in the back garden, but she accidentally stepped on the slippery blue bricks. After falling, she suffered heavy bleeding from her body and gave birth prematurely. The baby was dead after it was born.

At that time, Xiao Ying had just ascended the throne. Although she was the only one in the harem, Liu Yiyi was also in the palace.

She couldn't believe how the floor tiles could suddenly be wet, especially the part where she was walking.

Liu Yiyi often provoked her in private and talked about how loving she and Xiao Yan were in front of her.

Everyone in the palace can see that Xiao Yun dotes on Liu Yiyi. Lin Zhaoyue doesn't know why Liu Yiyi comes to her again and again to emphasize this.

Ever since Xiao Ying beat Qing Zhu to death with a stick, she had been disappointed with Xiao Ying and did not have much expectations for him. She just wanted to give birth to her prince and raise him well.

But I never thought that Liu Yiyi couldn't even accommodate a child.

Lin Zhaoyue asked Xiao Yan to investigate the matter thoroughly, but all she got was his distant and indifferent words:

"I will compensate you well."

At that time, she was heartbroken.

Lin Zhaoyue's hands tightly grasped the quilt on her body, suppressing her emotions, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and she said:

"Xiao Yan, that was just a dream."

Their child died before he could open his eyes and take a look at his mother.

Xiao Yan pursed his lips and said:

"Was it just a dream?"

Lin Zhaoyue sneered:

"nature."

Xiao Yan's hand around her gradually tightened, and he murmured:

"It's just a dream."

He also dreamed that she died in the cold palace, her cold and thin body tortured beyond recognition.

Every time I wake up, my heart breaks.

The pain is real.

"I dreamed that you died, leaving only a prince to depend on me."

Xiao Yan's voice continued:

"That dream was so real, so real that it felt like you and I had lived our entire lives in the dream.

I dreamed that I married you. In the year of our marriage, I was not very good to you. I always ignored you and hurt you because of Yi Yi. Later, after I was demoted, people left me and even Yi Yi left. Only you were willing to stay with me.

During those three years, we loved each other very much, just like an ordinary couple.”

Lin Zhaoyue's body tensed up instantly when she heard his words.

During those three years, she thought they loved each other very much, but later she found out that she was the only one who was lost.

Except for the fact that they loved each other, which was beautified by him, what Xiao Yan said almost coincided with their previous lives.

She couldn't tell for a moment whether Xiao Yan was really dreaming or he had also returned.

"But our ending was not good. I returned to the East Palace and ascended the throne. Qingzhu died, and the rift between us grew bigger and bigger. Until you gave birth prematurely. The child was indeed dead when he was born. When I was about to bury him, he came back to life for some reason and cried like a kitten. I sent him to the Huguo Temple.

I originally wanted to tell you about this, but someone in the Lin family is plotting a rebellion..."

Is someone from the Lin family plotting a rebellion?

What nonsense!

absurd!

Lin Zhaoyue sat up angrily, her chest heaving violently, looking at him and said excitedly:

"My father is loyal to the Emperor. He is worthy of His Majesty and the people. The Lin family army is even more loyal. They guard the border and sacrifice their lives for the country. How could they rebel? Xiao Yan, what are you doing..."

Lin Zhaoyue was so excited that she vomited blood.

The blood spilled on the pure white quilt like blooming red plum blossoms.

Her internal organs felt as if they were on fire and the pain was unbearable.

Xiao Yan hurriedly got up and asked someone to call the imperial physician in, who carried her to another bed and had someone change the quilt for her.

"Don't get excited. I won't say anything more. I won't say anything more!"

"Xiao Yan, you are farting!"

Lin Zhaoyue cursed.

Just now Lin Zhaoyue was still wondering whether Xiao Yun had also returned. When she heard him say that someone in the Lin family was plotting a rebellion, she knew that he was just dreaming.

He was just talking in his sleep, not a single word of it can be believed.

The imperial physician tossed around for half the night, and after giving Lin Zhaoyue two bowls of medicine, he finally managed to stabilize her mood, and she felt much better.

After the imperial physician left, Xiao Yan carried the person to the bed and coaxed him.

Lin Zhaoyue sneered and said nothing.

The bedroom fell silent, with only the sound of the woman's defensive breathing intertwined with the man's steady breathing. Xiao Yan's hands skillfully rubbed her belly.

Lin Zhaoyue didn't know whether it was because he rubbed her too comfortably or because the medicine she took before bed took effect, her eyelids became heavy and she fell asleep.

Realizing that the body in his arms was going limp, Xiao Yun stopped what he was doing and tightened his grip a little more.

Never mention this dream again!

Ever since he knew she was poisoned, he had wanted to hold her in his arms all the time, fearing that if he let go, she would disappear.

After gently kissing the side of her neck, Xiao Yan also closed his eyes.

Steady breathing was heard, and something was gradually waking up in the darkness.

The faint moonlight shone down, and one could vaguely see something squirming madly around the man's white neck.

The thing followed the blood vessels, climbed over his smooth neck, came to his delicate face, climbed over his forehead, and sank into his head.

In the dream, he was having a romantic affair with a woman. When he lifted the woman's chin, that face suddenly turned into Liu Yiyi.

The scene changed, and in the bloody basement, a woman with her limbs cut off was nailed to a wooden board, and a man on the ground was crying in despair. When Xiao Yan looked up, the face was...

"Yiyi..."

Hearing the person next to her calling Liu Yiyi's name even in her sleep, Lin Zhaoyue had a sarcastic smile on her lips.

He said last night that she was the only woman in his life, but now the one he is calling in his dreams is Liu Yiyi.

Fortunately, she never believed it.

When Xiao Yan woke up, he was gasping for breath. He felt the soft body in his arms and shouted subconsciously:

"Yiyi."

Is Xiao Yan sick?

He forced her to sleep with him last night, and now he’s calling her Yiyi?

She turned around and before she could say anything, she saw Xiao Yan angrily said:

"Lin Zhaoyue? Why is it you? Where's Yiyi?"