Chapter 180

"No, Yan Han, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I can't give you anything." the Iraqi shook his head weakly, like a bleak little animal in the wind and rain, innocent and pitiful.

Yan Han was silent. He hugged Yi tightly and said nothing.

The imperial doctor finally arrived. Under the urging of Yan Han, more than ten imperial doctors gathered around the Iraqi people and consulted with all hands and feet.

Yan Han stood at the door from beginning to end, waiting for the result.

I don't know how long it took. Finally, a royal doctor came out with a cold sweat and carefully reported to Yanhan: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. The girl's situation has stabilized. The child is fine. There are signs of miscarriage. You should pay more attention in the future."

Yan Han relaxed his breath. The heart just mentioned was finally put down slowly.

If Yi really has something wrong, he will never forgive himself.

In contrast, the previous embarrassment is really nothing.

He just wants her to be good. Live well in front of him.

"How is she?" Yan Han asked softly.

"I drank some tranquilizing soup and went to sleep." the imperial doctor replied quickly.

"You all step back, wait outside and let her sleep well." Yan Han said, looking at the Iraqi lying quietly in bed through the figure in the room, and suddenly felt bleak, bleak and lonely.

Instead of entering the room again, he turned and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

He waved back his entourage.

The cold moon is silent, the shadows of trees are whirling, and the palace road is quiet.

Yanhan went all the way to the bedroom. The guards in the palace had been pushed back. There was no light in the hall. It was dark and unknown.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door.

A white figure stood in the middle, and the moonlight spilled in, reflecting her slim and soft posture, like the goddess in the moon.

"Is it you?" Yanhan stood at the door, looked coldly at the people inside, and asked coldly, "are you the person who went to Yiren just now?"

"Yes." Anu answered lightly, "if the Lord wants to punish Anu, ANU has no objection."

Yan Han's eyes were colder, and his hands on both sides gently closed into a fist.

"Why do you want to find her? What did you say to her?" Yan Han asked in a deep voice.

Anu calmly replied, "it's nothing more than what the Lord wants to ask, but he can't ask all the time."

"What is it?" Yan Han walked forward slowly. His black clothes were winding in the moonlight, step by step, into the deep darkness in the hall.

"My subordinates will let Anu get what he wants." Anu didn't answer directly, but said quietly, like a doll without emotion.

"Get what you want... I don't know what you want. What is your wish." Yanhan finally came to Anu. His fingers picked up the beautiful hair on her shoulder, smooth and fragrant hair. It belongs to a complete woman, which is very different from Yi, but even if it is so fragrant and mellow, there is nothing that makes him palpitate.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is not Iraqi.

"No matter what the Lord wants..." Anu lowered his head, hooked his slender fingers out of the collar, made a slight effort, and the silk sash hung down. The thin light shirt slowly slid down along the silk like skin. The moonlight was clear and dark. He sketched winding pictures and exquisite and beautiful carcasses on the jade like body. Like mixed with the moonlight, the beauty is not tight, real, soft and ethereal.

Anu is undoubtedly beautiful. Her beauty is different from that of other women. It is a kind of catering beauty and a feminine beauty.

Yan Han looked at all this faintly.

Looking at her light clothes, looking at the moonlight like water, across the body that many men dream of.

"I can only give everything I can." Anu continued his unfinished words, slowly, slowly, turning to Yanhan.

Yan Han Lian's eyes, looking at his first woman and his gift, the bottom of his eyes was dark and inexplicable.

Then he picked her up and threw her mercilessly onto the bed.

Anu fell on the bedding, but even his falling posture was very beautiful and attractive.

Anu is a natural beauty. He exudes fascinating charm all the time.

However, such charm always seems so pale and powerless in front of Yanhan.

He approached, pulled off the curtains on both sides, put his hands around her, and said solemnly: "in the future, don't get close to Yi! Don't hurt her, if there is another time..."

"There is no next time." Anu's beautiful eyes darkened, his head turned to the inside of the bed, and whispered, "Lord, don't worry, there will be no next time."

The bed curtain finally fell down, the moonlight was still shining quietly, and the figure in the tent was entangled, but only the woman's breathing voice was heard, and the man was always silent, as if it was just a person's play.

The night before dawn was frighteningly dark.

Anu gently lifted the thin quilt on his body, half leaned against his body and looked at the men around him.

(cough, omit the intermediate process. What do you think?... climb away...)

It was still the face that made her breathe unsteadily, like a knife. Like an axe or chisel. So resolute, so dignified, as if the wind and rain could not change him for thousands of years.

Such a hard man, who seems to be able to bear the weight of the whole world alone, will be soft for?

Anu thought it would be himself.

Day and night, they get along day and night. They have such a close relationship. She thought that over time, she would be the first person to make the cold and soft, and she can only be herself.

But another person was born. Without her beauty, intelligence, or even love, she occupied her position.

Anu smiled bitterly.

The transparent fingers almost touched the lovely and hateful face, but they were in the air again.

She simply bent down and, first of all, kissed him boldly and wantonly.

His cold lips taste hot. It has a soft fragrance.

Anu touched it very quickly and separated very quickly.

If the time is too long, don't worry that Yanhan will wake up. She's worried that she won't stop.

Anu took a deep look at Yanhan for the last time.

The sadness and melancholy on his face can make any man crazy.

However, the man she wanted could not be seen.

Even if I saw it, I would probably be indifferent.

Anu was finally cruel, turned around and crept out of bed.

She went naked to the middle of the inner hall, one by one, put on the clothes she had just taken off, and then left gently.

She didn't look back before she left.

Therefore, she did not see, Yan Han suddenly opened her eyes.

Anu walked through the guards of Yan palace in the last night and went straight out of the palace.

"It's not time for a major counterattack?" he Lanxue became more and more depressed recently. The longer he dragged on, the more impatient he became.

Yiren is still waiting for him in Yangong.

The war situation is deadlocked at the origin.

The reason for the stalemate was the unexpected ice country of Helan snow. Leng Yan of Bingguo took part in the war.

Leng Yan's joining made both sides dare not act rashly. The war in full swing in Suiyuan suddenly stopped. People who were just ready to accept the baptism of the war inexplicably enjoyed the peace and tranquility during the war.

Feng Jiu shook his fan and looked at he Lanxue on the throne slowly, unmoved at all.

His eyes looked out through the window lattice, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and there was an occasional cicada outside the window.

"It's almost summer. Why is it so hot?" he couldn't help sighing.

He Lanxue glared at him sadly: he, the emperor, was half angry. As the first counselor, Feng Jiu was still lamenting the good weather.

"Why don't you drink two bowls of iced sour plum soup," said Feng Jiu, who really asked someone to prepare two bowls of sour plum soup.

Helan snow endured, endured again, and finally couldn't bear it.

"Feng, Xian, Sheng!"

Feng Jiu raised her eyes and glanced at him with a smile, "Your Majesty, but be careful of the princess?"

"Naturally, I'm worried. I've never been able to stand hardships. Now I'm pregnant. How can I rest assured that I'm locked up in the Yan palace?" he Lanxue hasn't been used to calling herself "I", but even if she is used to it, she probably will never speak of this word in front of Feng Jiu.

"Care is chaos." Feng Jiu sighed and finally replied solemnly: "the time for the great counterattack is not yet here, but has not found a suitable opportunity. Now the situation is unknown. Maybe the princess is the safest to stay in the Yan palace. If she is in the Chinese dynasty, she will be the weakness of her majesty, but easy to recruit the enemy."

"Even so, I have promised to take her away as soon as possible, and I will never let her stay alone because of any reason." he Lanxue stubbornly said, with firm and calm eyes: "this time, I will protect her."

Feng Jiu was silent for a while, and then said in a shallow voice, "in this case, we'll go to Suiyuan tomorrow."

He Lanxue was a little relieved and settled some political affairs step by step. Feng Jiu said he was tired and retired first. He Lanxue returned to his bedroom alone.

When she was about to arrive at the bedroom, a little maid came quickly and began to repeat what she had been repeating these days, "empress dowager, please come over and talk."

The Empress Dowager is Irene.

After the regime changed, Irene's name remained.

He Lanxue was a little bored and said, "go back and tell the Empress Dowager that I will be there later so that she doesn't have to send someone to urge."

Elaine has urged him many times, but he Lanxue has no time to separate, but even if he doesn't go, he knows what Elaine is going to say. He is probably dissatisfied with the current neglect and asks to participate in some harem management or political decisions.

But the harem was empty, and there was no need to manage anything except some palace maids and eunuchs.

He Lanxue has no other concubines now.

As for politics, Irene can't intervene at all.

Her main task now is to take care of Helan Tianan.

But Irene is young after all. She can't stand loneliness anyway - just the day before yesterday, a nosy palace maid talked about the affair between Irene and the bodyguard. He Lanxue laughed it off.

With the promise of he Lanxue, the maid in charge of delivering the letter was finally relieved. She saluted, restrained herself, and retreated.

He Lanxue continued to walk forward. He came to the door of the bedroom. His hand was put on the door, but he didn't push it open.

"Who is it?" he Lanxue asked calmly, without panic and calm.

A familiar and soft female voice sounded behind him, "husband, don't you remember me?"