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Chapter Nine. Dark Pregnancy

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    Luo Shuyan and Rong Shaoyang had such a big event in their own land, Song Yanming naturally wanted to investigate it to the end, but the day after tomorrow was the martial arts conference, so he had to postpone this in advance and ordered Jiang Qianyang to investigate secretly.

    When Jiang Qianyang first heard that Chuyao was attacked on the river, he had his own speculations.

    Entering the Hongliu Pavilion, it was already the beginning of the lights, and the dusk was already dark. Song Zijue was taking off his makeup in front of the gilt Linghua mirror.

    Jiang Qianyang walked in slowly, stopped behind Song Zijue silently, looked at her neck with half-down eyes, slowly raised his hand, and reached out to her.

    "I'm back." Song Zijue saw Jiang Qianyang through the Linghua mirror, and then turned around.

    Jiang Qianyang withdrew his hand quickly. He almost lost his temper and wanted to strangle Song Zijue to death. It's okay to kill Song Zijue, but it's not good to arouse Song Yanming's suspicion.  He only needs a little more time, and everything will be at his fingertips, but he was almost impulsive just now.

    Just because he knew that Jiang Shang's assassination of Song Chuyao today was done by the wife in front of him.

    "What's wrong?" Song Zijue frowned when he saw that his expression was wrong.

    Jiang Qianyang shook his head, bent down, embraced her, put his chin on her shoulder, and said softly: "Zijue, you are my wife, don't think too much, there is no one else, don't worry about it anymore  Insignificant people are angry."

    "It's good to know that I'm your wife." Song Zijue's voice also softened, showing the attitude of a little daughter: "Did you keep your voice low when you heard the doctor say that I have it?"

    At noon today, she ordered someone to assassinate Song Chuyao, but the little bitch escaped by chance. She was furious and dizzy. After asking a doctor to check her pulse, she found out that she was pregnant for more than a month, and her mood improved slightly.  No matter what, she is the wife that Jiang Qianyang Mingmei is marrying. Even if she really had something with Song Chuyao before, the arrival of this child will kill everything.

    Jiang Qianyang was startled when he heard this, the arms around her shoulders were stiff, and his throat was hard: "Really?"

    "The doctor said it's been a month and a half, and the pulse is stable, and everything is fine." Song Zijue took his hand and stroked his stomach, not noticing that something was wrong with him, and pouted, "As long as you don't get mad at me anymore."

    "No, I won't make you angry again." Jiang Qianyang caressed her stomach with an inexplicable expression, and dark eyes settled in his eyes.

    The shadows of candles were heavy, and the night was bewildering. Chuyao put on a thin shirt and stood in front of the window, watching the half-circular crescent moon covered by dark clouds.

    The cold yellow moonlight scattered and covered her beautiful cheeks, creating a blurred and dreamy illusion, and the bright black eyes were also covered with a layer of mist by the moonlight, making it difficult for people to see their thoughts clearly.

    Liu Shu hurried in, with a look of panic on her face, stopped half a foot away, and said in a low voice: "Miss, I'm afraid that things may change at King Ning's side."

    Chu Yao's expression moved slightly: "News from He Ling?"

    "No, it's King Ning who will arrive half a day late tomorrow." Liu Shu lowered her voice.

    "Where's Jiang Qianyang?" Chuyao frowned, and the color of her eyes changed slightly.

    "There doesn't seem to be any movement from Eldest Uncle. I used to get close to a few shopkeepers in charge, but I haven't seen much in the past few days."

    Chuyao heard that something was wrong in secret, and with Jiang Qianyang's style of handling things, there was no movement, and I was afraid that there would be a big movement.  How could she not know about Jiang Qianyang's ambitions, Song Yanming's importance, and some of the Song family's rights, all of which could not simply satisfy him. He wanted everything, not just one person under ten thousand people.

    "Has Song Yanming noticed?" She doesn't worry about anything else now, only that Jiang Qianyang will destroy her original plan. Mother is still in Song Yanming's hands, and she can't make a mistake.

    "Master has been busy these few days catering to people from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes, and has no time to be a part of the body. It seems that he has not noticed it yet, but the master intends to weaken the power in the hands of the eldest uncle." Liu Shu hesitated, and said: "Master asked the eldest uncle to spend more time with the young lady.  Don't neglect her because of being busy, and the eldest lady is now pregnant for one and a half months."

    Chu Yao was slightly taken aback, so the reason why Jiang Qianyang hasn't moved recently is because Song Zijue is pregnant?

    Jiang Qianyang is not a person who would give up his rights for a child. He is very much like Song Yanming in his bones, indifferent and cruel. Everything that stands in the way of progress is just a stumbling block. As long as he feels that it is an eyesore, he will mercilessly kick it away.  From this point of view, it is worthy of being brought up by Song Yanming since childhood, and those deep-rooted obsessions are completely reproduced from the same mold.

    "Stand still for the time being, and continue to investigate the whereabouts of my wife." What Chu Yao is most worried about is her mother. She is under house arrest by Song Yanming, and her health has never been good. In order to threaten her in the past few years, Song Yanming has regularly given her poison.

    When she met her mother half a year ago, her hair was covered with snow, and her spirit was not as good as before.  just because things don'tIf she could delay it any longer, she took the risk of asking He Ling to tie the knot and cooperate with King Ning.

    She really didn't have much confidence in her hands. If King Ning suddenly repented, what would she do as a little girl? Back then, she was only betting on the prestige of King Ning's commander-in-chief.

    Liu Shu took her orders and was about to leave the room when Chu Yao asked, "Is Luo Shuyan awake?"

    "You've already woken up, Miss wants to see him?" Liu Shu knew that her Miss' friendship with Luo Shuyan was only due to Song Yanming's coercion, which was different from her friendship with the third young master of the He family.  Use, in essence, is very different.  If nothing happened, she would definitely not take the initiative to see Luo Shuyan.

    "Bring that hibiscus golden cloak." Chuyao ordered, her eyes darkened, as if she had made up her mind about something.

    The night became darker and darker, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, the crescent moon hung brightly in the sky, and the stars flickered faintly around it.

    Chuyao walked through the winding nine-turn corridor, the moonlight scattered on her gold-rimmed cloak, as if shrouded in a layer of gold-plated halo, shining brightly, her steps were light and fast like flying under the moon  elf.

    Walking outside Luo Shuyan's door, he paused, restrained the haste in his brows, settled down, raised his hand and knocked on the door, then pushed the door open and entered.

    Luo Shuyan was wearing a green shirt, sitting at the table, pouring a cup of tea, seeing Chuyao coming, raised her head and smiled faintly, as if she had expected her arrival.

    "Are you waiting for me?" Chu Yao was slightly startled.

    "I don't know, I always feel that something is going to happen, so I can't sleep." Luo Shuyan handed the white jade cup to Chuyao, and said, "You need me for something?"

    "Chuyao has something to ask." Actually, she wasn't sure whether Luo Shuyan would agree. In recent years, the Song family and the Luo family have had close business contacts. Apart from her reasons, the main reason is that the Luo family thinks it is profitable.  It is understandable for a businessman to put profit first.

    "You know that I will agree to all your requests." Luo Shuyan sighed helplessly. He never knew that Chuyao and Huaishan met him, but it was just a move made by the Song family.  Moths plunged into the flames.

    Chuyao raised her eyes, her bright black eyes met Luo Shuyan's, and said: "The Song family may have undergone major changes in the past few days, Chuyao hopes that Mr. Luo will ignore it."

    Based on the current business relationship between the Song family and the Luo family, if the Song family changes drastically, the business must be implicated. This point is very clear to Chuyao, so she is not fully sure that Luo Shuyan likes her.  How much of the Luo family's interests.

    "I brought you this golden cloak from Wenguo last year. I never saw you wearing it, so I thought you didn't like it." Luo Shuyan didn't answer her request right away, and instead looked at the clothes on her body.  cloak.

    The hibiscus on the cloak contains stamens, and the petals have not yet grown. The gold thread is embedded in the center of the stamens, shining in the shadow of the candle. The butterflies rest lightly on the delicate flower buds, lifelike.

    Chuyao lowered her eyes, couldn't help stroking the hibiscus on the cloak, shook her head, and said in a soft and low voice, "I'm afraid I deserve it."

    Saying this sentence is also half-truth and half-false. What can be used now is Luo Shuyan's sincerity towards her. These words seem to reject his friendship, but they express her love for him from another level.  It's not completely ruthless. If a person is completely ruthless, there will be no sense of guilt.

    "It suits you very well, it looks good." Luo Shuyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "In the fog on a spring night, so as not to catch a cold, go back and rest earlier."

    Chu Yao couldn't figure out what he meant, so she raised her eyes to look at him.

    Luo Shuyan took a sip of the high-quality Biluochun, the faint tea fragrance lingered on the tip of his tongue, and he seemed to sigh: "Don't worry, I know how to do it." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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