Xia Xiyun, North Ming and Plenty

Beiming Fengxi bent down, raised his hand and grabbed Xia Xiyun's neck, wishing he could break it in two.

But he couldn't do it, he could only stare at her: "If something happens to this child, I will make your life worse than death!"

This is their child, his and her child, and when he heard that she was going to kill the child, he was really going crazy.

At this time, I lost a little reason.

The corners of Xia Xinyu's mouth turned up, revealing a smug smile.

Even though she failed to get rid of Xia Xiyun's child as she wished, it still made her life worse than death.

Xia Xiyun looked at the crazy Beiming Fengxi, the unforgettable face she once loved was distorted at this moment.

After all, he didn't believe his own words!

Whatever happened to Xia Xinyu, he would write.

"Come here, clean up this place. From today on, no one except Li Taiyi is allowed to set foot in Chuyun Garden!" Beiming Fengxi let go of Xia Xiyun, and said to the people around him: "Please get the empress out!"

He also saw the despair in Xia Xiyun's eyes, and his heart moved slightly.

He tried to calm himself down!

Calm down to distinguish everything in front of you!

He didn't let anyone set foot in Chuyun Court, and only let Tai Doctor Li take his pulse every day, in order to test Xia Xiyun and Xia Xinyu.

He used to trust Xia Xiyun so much, but what he got in return was her betrayal, so he didn't dare to believe it easily.

But when he saw the pain in Xia Xiyun's eyes, his heart ached.

Chuyunyuan returned to its usual tranquility, but Beiming Fengxi did not come again.

Xia Xiyun, who was confined in Yunchuyuan, also enjoyed this rare tranquility.

Because the emperor's people were always watching Chuyunyuan, Xia Xinyu never found a chance to frame Xia Xiyun again.

A few months later, Xia Xiyun heard that Xia Xinyu had given birth to a prince, who was canonized as the crown prince, and Beiming Fengxi gave amnesty to the world. The banquet was held for three days and three nights, and the whole country celebrated with joy.

Hearing this, Xia Xiyun's already numb heart didn't feel much, and couldn't produce too many emotions.

Her belly was getting bigger day by day, and now she didn't have to face the distorted Beiming Fengxi, and didn't have to face those beatings and tortures. For Xia Xiyun, it was already very good.

She doesn't have many extravagances, she just needs to give birth to the child and raise it well.

Compared with the previous joyful scene, Chuyun Garden is more like a cold palace.

In the middle of the night, Beiming Fengxi drank a little drunk. Now, although he is the Ninth Five-Year Master, the military power is in Xia Feng's hands. He canonized Xia Xiyun's child as the prince, and it was also for the Xia family to see.

Although he regained everything, he was still walking on a tightrope.

When he was in a bad mood, he would only think of Xia Xiyun, and only wanted to tell her, so he came to Chuyun Court.

Xia Xiyun fell asleep early, and when Beiming Fengxi was squatting beside her bed, the smell of alcohol still made her frowned slightly, and raised her hand to cover her lower abdomen with some unease.

These are all actions she inadvertently made in her sleep.

This put Beiming Fengxi in a good mood.

She cared about their children, of course he was happy.

Looking at her eyebrows and eyes, he felt a bit of tenderness again, feeling drunk, he lowered his head and kissed her lips. At first, he tasted it lightly, but woke up the sleeping Xia Xiyun.

She was taken aback for a moment, raised her hand to push Beiming Fengxi, and let out a murmur from her throat, her eyes were a little clouded, even more inconceivable.

"Xiyun, I miss you, I miss you so much..." Beiming Fengxi pressed her shoulder, panting heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, pressed the hand she extended, and squeezed it hard.

Because of drunkenness, his face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was a little short.

Xia Xiyun frowned fiercely, her thoughts were still a little confused, she pushed the hand she was kneading on her chest: "Your Majesty, you are drunk..."