Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

As soon as Yue Bei was extremely uncomfortable being watched by him, she subconsciously backed away slowly, and the heavy chains made a sound under the hem of her skirt.

"Prince Xiangjun, this is not the place you should come." Yue Bei's hair was tense, and she turned around and ran towards the door. In fact, the thin door panel couldn't stop anything at all.

Murong Shi rushed over with a lewd smile, just as Yue Beiyi was about to punch him, at this moment her head attack started to throb.

Murong Shi hugged him unexpectedly.

Because she cared about the child in her womb, she didn't dare to struggle too much.

"You'd better be obedient, the young master will definitely make you feel good!" Murong Shi was dazzled by lust, especially around the dead father's grave, feeling more and more excited.

He still didn't forget to mutter: "It's not the first time for Xiaoye to play with his stepmother, he has experience..."

Yue Beiyi's eyes widened suddenly, and she suddenly remembered, isn't this voice the strange man who was in the rockery that night?

Did he go on a tryst with Yue Zhitong that night? !

Thinking of this, a decisive light flashed in Yue Bei's eyes.

As if sensing the mother's nervousness, the child kicked a few times in the stomach.

Yue Bei protected her stomach with one hand, and slowly reached for the jade hairpin on Murong Shi's head with the other.

"What are you doing?!" Heng Kong yelled violently, interrupting her movements.

Yue Bei was stunned, and looked up at the angry man at the door, not happy for the first time.

Murong Shi was so frightened that he rolled out of the bed, and when he touched the ground, his legs softened and he knelt down. Why did this evil god come today...

Yue Zhitong, who was following Ling Shaochen, took a few steps back in fright, and shouted: "Sister, King Xiangjun is your stepson in name! Why are you so shameless!"

"You are the one who is having an affair with your stepson." As soon as Yue Bei felt tired, she was deeply annoyed by Yue Zhitong's tireless framing and acting.

Yue Zhitong's eyelids twitched and his heart beat faster, how could Yue Beiyi know?

Murong Shi must have slipped his tongue.

Secretly throwing a slap in the face, she originally came to see how miserable Yue Beiyi was, but she didn't expect that Murong Shi would choose today...

Yue Zhitong secretly pinched himself, tears welled up in his eyes, and he was on the verge of falling.

"You seduced the King of Xiangjun, and you still come to slander me...My lord, if this gets out, the concubine will not be able to live!"

Murong Shi was sweating like rain. Hearing Yue Zhitong's hint, he stood up tremblingly, and said with a dry smile, "Prince Zhenbei, I, I came to pay homage to my father. I didn't do it on purpose... She, she seduced me!"

Ling Shaochen's fists were clenched, and his bloodthirsty gaze was fixed on Yue Beiyi, as if he wanted to pierce through him.

If it wasn't for Yue Zhitong who felt sorry for Yue Beiyi's poor life of guarding the spirit and insisted on sending some items over, he would not have seen that this whore was unwilling to be lonely and had a lustful nature.

Although Murong Shi is a rich man, but he is very good at observing words and expressions, adding fuel to the fire: "Otherwise, why didn't she resist?"

The hickey on Yue Beiyi's fair neck fell into Ling Shaochen's eyes, and his pupils turned scarlet as if they were being stabbed.

"Yue Beiyi, you should die!"

Yue Bei took a deep breath, stood up while stroking her abdomen, and opened her loose robe...

Even if Ling Shaochen still couldn't remember, she wouldn't let herself leave the last impression of Ling Shaochen as a whore who betrayed him.

She is running out of time, and she must not leave with such a scapegoat.

Yue Bei lowered her eyes and said: "I am pregnant with your flesh and blood, how can I commit adultery?"

Yue Zhitong had calculated everything and was full of ambition, but at this moment, it seemed as if he was being strangled by the neck, and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

"What's the matter with your stomach?" Yue Zhitong's eyes flashed with anger, and he clutched the handkerchief fiercely.

How did those slaves do things?Not only did Yue Beiyi's evil seed not fall, but it even grew to such a large size.

Ling Shaochen stared blankly at Yue Bei's protruding abdomen, and couldn't react for a while.

"I vomited the medicine, but fortunately the child is fine." Seeing that his tense expression seemed to have loosened, Yue Bei mustered up the courage to step forward, quickly grabbed Ling Shaochen's hand, and said softly: "Do you want to give up?" Touch him? He's been very active lately..."

The child seemed to have sensed it, and kicked up in the mother's stomach, bringing out a violent fetal movement.

Ling Shaochen was taken aback, and immediately withdrew his hand as if being scalded, and even took two steps back in a little panic.

"He's very happy, he likes you." Yue Bei smiled timidly.

She has rarely smiled since being confronted by Guizhou.

Yue Zhitong yelled sharply: "Nonsense! How can your belly be seven months old?"

Because of the rough food, Yue Beiyi didn't dare to eat too much to expose her belly, so she was malnourished and her belly was smaller than the average pregnant woman. She blamed herself every day and felt very sorry for the child.

"because……"

The words were interrupted by Yue Zhitong. She looked awe-inspiring and said to Ling Shaochen: "My lord, although this concubine has never conceived a child, I also know that a seven-month-old belly cannot be as small as my sister. Please don't Being deceived by her, it's about your eldest son and the reputation of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, so you must figure it out."

Ling Shaochen's eyes fell on Yue Beiyi's stomach, becoming cloudy and uncertain.

A group of people went back to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, Murong Shi also took the opportunity to slip away.

Dr. Liu took his pulse and insisted that the child in Yue Bei's womb was only five months old!

Yue Bei held her stomach and straightened her back, and said coldly: "Yue Zhitong, you must have bribed this doctor a long time ago."

"Since my sister doesn't give up, the prince will send someone outside to find a doctor to diagnose the pulse..."

"Enough!" Ling Shaochen yelled angrily, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out every word from his teeth, obviously extremely angry, "Still quibbling, playing this king like a fool, Yue Beiyi, how are you doing?" of."

How dare you fool him again and again!

"Come here, give her the medicine again."