The soft waist and super pregnant, forced to marry by the tyrant

The leader of the secret guards stopped grinning from ear to ear.

"We have to go after Miss Ji Wu. We have other important tasks to attend to."

After hearing this, Wei Ting realized something was wrong and frowned, "You couldn't even keep an eye on a weak girl, and you chased her all the way from Lin'an to here?"

The leader of the secret guards pushed up his mask and said, "Ahem, this is a complicated matter. Let's talk about it when we get back to Lin'an!"

Wei Ting sighed. He had also experienced Ji Qingwu's abilities. It was not surprising that she could get rid of the secret guards.

He raised his voice and said, "Protect her!"

A group of secret guards disappeared in front of him.

Wei Ting stood in the dark green pine forest, looking towards the flat mountains and winding paths to the west.

There was no end as far as he could see, but he felt depressed.

Wei Ting suddenly had a hunch that he had missed something again.

Perhaps, this is the last chance to be with Ji Qingwu in private. There are some things that I will never have the chance to say again in this lifetime.

*

Ji Qingwu did exchange identities with Chunhua.

She did not hide herself like she did last time, but told Sihai last night that she would no longer eliminate their traces as she did before.

Instead, you should make as many marks as possible to make it easier for the secret guards to find you.

Today, with Lanling's disappearance and the presence of Xijin's men in this bandit den, the situation has changed greatly.

Only Emperor Wu Su's people could make her trust.

He is the only one who makes her worry.

Ji Qingwu dozed off against the car window, thinking about what had happened in the past two days.

The fact that Wei Ting was able to withdraw from the northern border meant that the war was not serious, which made her feel relieved a little.

No one knew what would happen to the three brothers of the Hu family, nor did they know where the pregnant Qi Peiyao had gone, but everyone had his own destiny.

Thanks to the officers and soldiers left behind by Li Chengxun, the convoy arrived in Longzhou extremely smoothly.

When you enter Longzhou, all you see is desolate yellow sand. This is a city built on handfuls of sand.

After Sihai escorted Chunhua to a countryside near Longzhou, he rushed back before the convoy entered the city and hid in the middle of a truck loaded with utensils.

Sihai also breathed a sigh of relief. He still preferred to stay in the dark and pretend to be a couple with Miss Ji. It was really difficult for him.

The main city of Longzhou is not as prosperous as Lin'an, and there are very few vendors on the street, making it look particularly desolate.

The convoy entered the mansion that Princess Qingyun bought in Longzhou. The plaque did not say "Princess's Mansion" but "Li's House".

After the convoy stopped, Ji Qingwu got out of the car holding the two children.

After Chunhua returned home in the evening, she informed Jiao Zhengfeng in advance.

He knew that the person in front of him was not his daughter-in-law, but in front of so many people, he couldn't look too distant from "Chunhua".

Jiao Zhengfeng's face turned red from holding back his anger.

Ji Qingwu lifted the curtain and wanted to hand the children over, but saw him standing a few steps away from her.

"Why are you standing there like an idiot when you're not picking up the child? Are you waiting for me to jump out of the car with the child in my arms?"

It was the appearance and usual tone of "Chunhua". Jiao Zhengfeng was a little dazed and couldn't really tell them apart.

The child's father took the child over, and Ji Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief. It was not easy to take care of a baby this big.

After everyone went in, the house suddenly became bustling with activity as they were busy unloading and delivering items to the warehouse and front yard.

Ji Qingwu was just about to follow everyone in when he heard someone calling out from behind.

"The one in pink clothes! Come here!"

In the convoy, only "Chunhua" liked to wear bright-colored clothes. Ji Qingwu lowered his head and found that the outfit she had changed into was pink.

"Come here quickly, I'm calling you!"

Ji Qingwu's back stiffened and she turned around. The person who called her was the team leader Huang Er.

Before leaving, Chunhua told Jiao Zhengfeng to take good care of this great benefactor.

So he immediately stepped forward and said, "Manager Huang, this is Chunhua, don't you remember her?"

Huang Er stared at him and said, "Of course I know she is your wife."

Jiao Zhengfeng said: "What do you want her for? Is there something dirty or messy that needs to be cleaned up? I can do it. It's the same if I go there."

Huang Er said: "You can't do it!"

Ji Qingwu lowered her head and listened to the conversation between the two. She frowned and asked what he wanted her to do.

Huang Er said, "Princess Qingyun's maid just came over and said she wanted to pick someone to serve in the front yard."

Jiao Zhengfeng hurriedly said, "Manager Huang, Chunhua is already a woman and she just gave birth to a child. How can she serve the princess?"

Not to mention princesses, even for the ladies of ordinary wealthy families, the maids serving in the courtyard had to be unmarried, and the married ones had to live in the outer courtyard.

Huang Er narrowed his eyes and said, "Look at your wife. From the back, she doesn't look like she has given birth. I think she is prettier than the maid the princess brought from the imperial city."

Jiao Zhengfeng said: "Manager Huang, but I still have two children waiting to be fed..."

"Alright, alright!"

Huang Er took out a hundred coins and said impatiently, "Take this. Don't be ungrateful. It is your wife's blessing to be able to serve the princess."

If Princess Qingyun hadn't had so many requirements and hadn't insisted on finding someone with a good appearance and temperament, Chunhua wouldn't have had her turn.

Huang Er was still wondering why he hadn't noticed before that this spring flower was so eye-catching.

He then asked: "Jiang Hai's young wife, did you see..."

After Jiao Zhengfeng received the money, he held Huang Er's hand tightly and said gratefully: "Thank you, manager, thank you, manager, thank you, manager..."

He was tongue-tied and couldn't say anything, so he kept repeating this sentence until he forgot what Huang Er wanted to ask.

Ji Qingwu followed Huang Er to the front yard.

She lowered her eyes. She had wanted to slip away during the chaos, but she was spotted by Huang Er and transferred to Qingyun. But this was not a bad thing.

They walked to the courtyard gate, and Huang Er waited respectfully for the maids to go in and report.

After a while, the maid came out and invited them in.

Huang Er advised: "Chunhua, when you are in front of the princess, you must be polite and not offend Her Royal Highness, and don't talk too much."

The room was filled with mist, and the air was so humid that it didn't seem like the area north of the desert. The bathtub in the purification room had been moved to the center of the room, with water boiling underneath over a low fire.

As the bead curtains were drawn aside one by one, Princess Qingyun leaned on the bed with a listless look on her face, with a thick layer of transparent paste on her face, and she was still mumbling in dissatisfaction.

"What a lousy place and lousy climate. It makes me feel like a fish out of water."

The maid led them to stop beside her.

"Your Highness, the maids who will serve you have been selected. Please take a look."

Before Qingyun looked up, he sneezed.

She covered her mouth and nose and said coquettishly, "Who did you find? He smells like sand."

Qingyun's hands were also stained with sticky jade cream, and he said angrily: "This person is not good. He made me unhappy as soon as he came in."

Huang Er said with a sad face: "Your Highness, among the newcomers, only this one can meet your requirements and can be used after changing into clean clothes."

Ji Qingwu was disdained several times just for standing here.

If it were usual, Qingyun would still have to queue up if he wanted to see him.