Chapter 67 Seeking Help

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Yan Cheng tilted his head like a circle, leaving a wet, light red bite mark on Song Jinshu's pale neck, and the surrounding pale blue blood vessels made the skin almost transparent.

After a short while, Yan Cheng held Song Jinshu's soft lower lip in his mouth again, his upper and lower teeth grinding the soft meat lightly and suddenly, causing Song Jinshu's whole body to slump in Yan Cheng's arms.

"Second...Second Master...don't..."

Song Jinshu's slender fingers tightly clenched the fabric on Yan Cheng's back, the bamboo-like bones on the back of his hands stood up, and the pale blue blood vessels burst out, making people think To be abused.

"Honey, what do you call me?"

Yan Cheng gasped slightly, one finger lifted Song Jinshu's robe, and the cool fingertips touched the delicate skin on his waist, causing Song Jinshu to arch his waist and bump into his arms.

The sound of sticky saliva intermingled around the two, Song Jinshu raised his head from Yan Cheng's embrace with some difficulty, but was frightened by the sound of shattering porcelain bottles outside the pavilion and stabbed his head back again.

"Who?"

Yan Cheng hugged Song Jinshu tightly in a food-protecting manner, his hand resting on Song Jinshu's spine clenched into a fist, his veins bulged, and he was ready to attack.

"Second...Second brother, second sister-in-law..."

Yan Ze walked out from the railing at the back of the pavilion. Looking at Shang Yancheng's eyes as if he was going to eat him, he shrugged his shoulders and subconsciously wanted to go Song Jinshu leaned beside him.

"Stop!"

Yan Cheng swept away, and the porcelain cups randomly placed on the stone table in the pavilion were swept to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

Yan Ze's face turned pale, and he froze in place.

"Second brother!"

From his angle, he could see that Song Jinshu, who was huddled in Yan Cheng's arms, was bending over, with his hands in front of him, and if he looked more closely, he could see that the clothes in front of Song Jinshu's lower abdomen were pushed up in a large arc.

Song Jinshu is pregnant! ?

Yan Ze's face changed rapidly, and finally he forced an ugly smile to meet Yan Cheng's guarded eyes again.

"Second brother, you scared me."

Yan Cheng was not deceived by his harmless appearance at all. He took Song Jinshu's wrist and pulled the person behind him, completely covering it up, Yan Ze even Song Jinshu's Not a single corner of the shirt could be seen.

When Yan Cheng is not smiling, he is particularly majestic, his sword eyebrows fly into his temples, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the mountains and rains are about to come.

"Are people who can kick their children out of their hearts also frightened?"

Yan Ze had no way of defending, biting his lip, looking like he was misunderstood and sad by his brother.

"I... I was too scared at the time, no, I didn't really want to..."

"Okay!"

Yan Cheng swept his sleeves without giving Yan Ze another look, picked up Song Jinshu and strode into the yard go. Yan Ze was still standing, his eyes closely following Yan Cheng's back, like a poisonous snake that only crawled out of a cold and cold area, his eyes were so vicious that he didn't look like a sixteen-year-old child.

The development of the matter has far exceeded his expectations. He did not expect that Song Jinshu would be pregnant with Yan Cheng's child so soon. It was clear that Yan Cheng had no feelings for Song Jinshu before, so what went wrong?

Yan Ze casually folded the rose planted outside the pavilion, the thin thorn on the flower stalk pierced his palm, and the slight tingling sensation made him feel a strange excitement.

Yan Ze threw the petals in his hands that were disrespectful to the ground, stepped on them, and left the pavilion with the juice from the soles of his shoes.

The old housekeeper had been waiting outside his room for a long time, and when he saw him coming back, he bent down and took off his dusty robe for him.

"Where did the young master go to play again?"

Yan Ze took out a letter from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the old butler with a sullen expression on his face.

"Send it to the king's house in the north of the city and tell him to plan ahead." The

old housekeeper froze, his hand holding the envelope shaking uncontrollably.

"What's the matter?" Yan Ze turned a blind eye to the horror in his eyes, as if he casually swept the white and flawless sleeves, "Brother Xiuzhang and I have a good chat."

Xiuzhang is the youngest son of the old housekeeper.

The old butler dared to hesitate any longer, tucked the envelope into his collar, and ran out of the mansion with his body hunched over.

—Song

Jinshu was frightened by Yan Ze in the pavilion, and when he returned to the room, his lower abdomen throbbed slightly, and some crystal sweat stains could be vaguely seen on his forehead.

Yan Cheng's face was even more ugly. If Song Jinshu didn't want him to leave and had to pull his sleeve to be able to fall asleep, he would have gone to the outer yard and picked Yan Ze out and beat him hard.

But before Song Jinshu could sleep soundly, the servants at the gate hurried into the yard, and the footsteps could be heard clearly across the corridor. Song Jinshu frowned, turned over, opened his eyes sleepily and looked at Yancheng, whose face was blackened because someone broke in.

"Good, you continue to sleep."

Yan Cheng's hands were gentle and unabated, gently rubbing the top of Song Jinshu's hair, and rubbing his fingertips lightly on the side of his cheek.

The servant ran to the door only to stop, and knocked on the door impatiently while reporting to Yan Cheng.

"Outside the door... There was a man who claimed to be the guard of Duan Wang's mansion begging to meet, and there was a man with white hair next to him, saying that the prince had promised to do him a favor and came to the prince to fulfill his promise."

Song Jinshuyi Listen, Yi Gulu got up from the bed. Yan Cheng was afraid that he would roll over from the bed, so he quickly reached out to stop his waist and took the person into his arms.

"It's the princess!?"

Yan Cheng kept silent, and let the servants at the gate put people in and invited him to the front hall to serve him.

Song Jinshu's right eyelid twitched violently, making him so panicked that he hurriedly ran outside without even putting on his robe. The dark-faced Yan Cheng took it into his arms with one hand, and carefully tied all the buttons and ribbons before he took the person out in a hurry.

It was Liu Cong who was sitting in the front hall. For some reason, there were bruises on his face, as if he had been beaten to the ground by someone. Seeing Song Jinshu and Yan Cheng come out, Liu Cong stood up from the chair, his movements were so violent that the wound pulled the corners of his mouth, but it also affected the wound on his face, and his expression looked very funny for a while.

Song Jinshu's gaze fell on the man next to him who was hugging the pillow and muttering about something with white hair on his head. When the man saw someone approaching, he raised his head and looked at him with novelty, then stood up and walked over to Song Jinshu's place. before.

He held up the pillow in front of Song Jinshu like a child showing off, with a childish tone: "Look, this is my baby." Facing the

familiar face, Song Jinshu's eyes widened in disbelief, and turned to look at Liu Cong, as if wanting to hear a negative answer from his mouth.

Liu Cong just glanced at it and turned his head away, the tip of his nose was sore, his eyes were red and he almost burst into tears, and his voice was choked up.

"This is... the princess."

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