After running away, she was pregnant with His Majesty's cub

Huo Congran was also standing aside discussing politics today, looking at the young man in fox fur, he felt a subtle sadness in his heart.

At that time, Shang Yuan was obedient to him, and he casually said that Shang Yuan looked good in fox fur, and that the boy always wore a fluffy fox fur cloak when it was winter.

It's a pity that at that time he felt that all of this was within reach, and it was even more exciting than Shang Que's teasing...

Huo Congran looked at Shang Yuan's familiar back in fox fur, and suddenly had a bold idea in his mind——

After Shang Yuan was crowned king, he dressed luxuriously but restrained. Why would Dudu dress so flamboyantly today, and it happened to be his favorite in the past?

Thinking back to the day when he secretly saw with his own eyes, Shang Yuan carried the medicine in his chest after he left——

Could it be that Shang Yuan didn't forget him, but because of his power and the heartbroken incident of being assassinated, he made such a decision?

If... If I make a comeback, maybe there will be him again in the boy's eyes.

Huo Congran slowly clenched his palms, every time he thought of the young man who used to be a princess sharing the bed with Huo Rong, his heart would be filled with shame and unwillingness——

His plan needs to hurry up.

Huo Rong went down to court and came directly to the Chunhe Palace where the Queen lived, his eyes passed by Shang Yuan who was wearing a fox fur without a trace, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Sit by my side."

Shang Yuan lowered his eyes. Since he has gone this way, he is already prepared for the tyrant to move that kind of mind, but... it doesn't have to be that step. Push and pull, body...just icing on the cake.

He looked at the little pedal next to the tyrant, and immediately frowned: "I don't want to sit on the bench."

There is only one main seat for the emperor to sit on in each hall of the harem, and the main seats are surrounded by low and small footrests.

Huo Rong raised his eyebrows, the black hair of the young man nestled on the imperial concubine's couch was half down, his eyes were self-willed and mischievous, and he had never seen before.

Is it because they became husband and wife after a big marriage, is it that teenagers are like this?

Huo Rong was distracted: "Who asked you to sit there? Come and sit on my lap."

Shang Yuan suddenly lightened up, and was hugged by the tyrant.

Huo Rong has galloped on the battlefield all year round, and the muscles of his thighs are hard and powerful, allowing people to rest assured to bear all their weight.

Shang Yuan blushed and sat in his arms, feeling somewhat comfortable——

Huo Rong secretly raised his eyebrows.

Before, he loved to caress the boy's slender waist and flat belly the most, but now, the boy is wearing fox fur.

Huo Rong glanced at Shang Yuan's lower abdomen, unwilling to be reconciled, he quietly stretched out his hand, ready to pinch Shang Yuan's lower abdomen——

Unexpectedly, the young man quickly intercepted his big palm, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Huo Rong raised his eyebrows: "Not allowed to touch?"

The lower abdomen and waist are not important places, but they are tightly protected.

Shang Yuan curled up in Huo Rong's arms, humming softly: "It's cold, pinching your stomach is easy to get cold and accidents."

Being cold is a trivial matter, if the tyrant pinches something wrong, he will be cold immediately.

Huo Rong raised his eyebrows, as if thinking a little.

Shang Yuan didn't give him time to think deeply, and immediately exposed Huo Rong's neck like the demon concubine in the painting: "Your Majesty... A Yuan wants clothes."

He also had winter clothes before, but they were all close-fitting. After wearing them, his figure would be exposed. As the months got older, in order to hide his eyes and ears, he needed to make more loose clothes now.

Huo Rong stared at the young man's white wrist, and said calmly, "What clothes?"

Shang Yuan immediately reported a section of his son's name, greedy and insatiable.

Many of them are loose fox fur.

Everything is expensive.

Huo Rong stroked the young man's back wrapped in fox fur. The fur was soft and smooth, and it fell on Shang Yuan's body, and he couldn't put it down more and more.

His temperament has always been the most disgusting for others to ask for favors.

Thunder, rain and dew were all given by him on his own initiative.

But the young man curled up in front of him, and began to make such daily requests with a pampered appearance.

It actually made him happy for no reason.

——The young man sat in his arms, wringing his hands for expensive clothes, much like flirting and squabbling between ordinary husband and wife.

How could such a clear and willful young man enter the palace for power?

Huo Rong said: "Just write a list of what you want, but I heard that many of them are loose cloaks..."

The cloak is good, but Shang Yuan's waistline has always been slender and flexible, and once it is covered by the wide cloak, he can't see anything.

"A Yuan likes loose clothes recently, wearing tight shirts and tight sleeves on her body, as if bound by the rules of the palace..." Shang Yuan said pitifully: "It's hard for me to go beyond the rules and get close to Your Majesty..."

Obviously he was just preparing to cover his belly, but he said it so softly and cutely, as if he always wanted to get close to Huo Rong, but was limited by the rules and etiquette.

Huo Rong immediately benefited, stretched out his hand to pinch the young man's cheek, and pointed out: "I have never noticed that the queen wants to get close so much?"

"I have been looking up to Your Majesty silently in my heart..." Shang Yuan swallowed: "It's just that I was... still young and didn't know how to show my friendship, so even if I did something wrong before, my original intention was to His Majesty..."

For example, when he gave drugs, he just couldn't help himself.

Huo Rong narrowed his eyes: "Ah Yuan is serious?"

If there was no betrayal, he would naturally believe every word the boy said.

But he personally received a letter from the young man enticing him to lead troops into Beijing, and saw the young man look down on him indifferently...

Even now, the sister's life and death are still unknown, even...the possibility of being silenced by him is not ruled out...

How can these serious mistakes be explained clearly to him with a vague heart?

Shang Yuan noticed Huo Rong's sudden coldness, and even the hand on his waist secretly increased a little bit of strength.

He immediately changed the subject and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, is the clothes okay? Ah Yuan is afraid that the ministers will say that I am extravagant and lustful."

Huo Rong has been very frugal since he succeeded to the throne, and the budget of the harem is also extremely limited. Now that money is difficult, those ministers who know about this may make irresponsible remarks.

But Shang Yuan just wanted to——

One is to cover up, and the other is to establish the character of the demon concubine...Three——

I was hiding in hiding while pregnant, shouldn't I ask for some treatment from the tyrant that I didn't have before?

Huo Rong raised the corners of his lips noncommittally.

Even the teenager's worry is ridiculous.

"You are my queen, this money is recorded in my private treasury, and it's just a few clothes. They don't dare to make irresponsible remarks."

Shang Yuan immediately thanked Huo Rong happily, and took Huo Rong's sleeve by the way.

"Your Majesty, A Yuan made soup for His Majesty today, and my heart is very happy, but my shoulders are a little tired, can you give me a squeeze?"

The tyrant didn't pinch his lower abdomen and waist, so he naturally wanted to be dissatisfied.

If you are dissatisfied with your desires, you will easily have resentment.

Squeezing the place next to it can also relieve it.

Huo Rong's eyes flicked across the young man's slender and round shoulders: "Go to bed and lie down."

Shang Yuan moved his lips knowingly.

At this time, Huo Rong is always willing to help.

Shang Yuan lay obediently on the bed.

When Huo Rong rubbed his palms, the strength penetrated into the skin and flesh, which greatly relieved fatigue.

It wasn't enough for him to keep arguing, the tyrant did it to the end for the sake of good people, but he held back for a while.

Shang Yuan was blowing rainbow farts, which are necessary for a demon concubine, and he gradually fell asleep.

Huo Rong looked at the boy's sleeping state, and hated his teeth itching——

That's it.

It also proves that his technique is very good.

Besides, the young man's mouth is as sweet as honey, he is the best husband in the world, he only gives silently without asking for anything in return, and then he wakes up others and says he wants it, isn't it... is he asking for something again?

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It's a bit short today, and I'll add two more chapters tomorrow.