MTL - Royal Beloved Black Wife-Chapter 462 The girl who loves sophistry (2)

   Chapter 462 Fanwai loves the sophistry girl (2)

  Why would your Majesty do this?

   In order to make Shangguan Ruo aware of Zhuge Ming's unusual relationship with her?

  When Shangguan didn't notice, he watched helplessly as His Majesty bestowed her marriage to Zhuge Ming...

   He also doesn't want his daughter to marry an unloved prince!

   But today, why did he suddenly change his mind?

   "Your Highness."

  In the room, there was a voice from my aunt who deliberately lowered the volume. Ming Lan was shocked and stopped.

   The conversation continued.

   "Your Highness, this bracelet was given by Miss Liu to her daughter-in-law." The aunt presented the bracelet to Zhuge Ming.

  Zhuge Ming clenched his bracelet, his eyes gradually became wet: "Does she have anything to tell me?"

Auntie sighed: "This slave has thought about it for a long time, and at one point planned to hide it, but after all, I can't pass the test of conscience, so let's tell His Royal Highness truthfully." After a pause, she said, "Miss Liu left her last words and asked His Highness to retire Ming Lan. , marry Shangguan Ruo."

   During dinner, Zhuge Ming didn't wait for Ming Lan to come over, he was puzzled and knocked on her door.

   "Ming Lan, Ming Lan, are you there? It's time to eat."

   "I'm not hungry, Your Highness can eat by himself."

   Zhuge Ming frowned: "What's wrong with your voice?"

   "I'm fine."

   Such a heavy cry, still say it's okay?

  Zhuge Ming patted the door panel: "Open the door!"

   "I'm really not hungry, I'm just tired and want to rest for a while. Your Highness, eat by yourself, don't wait for me!"

   Where would Zhuge Ming be willing to listen? Going around the corridor, I jumped in through the window.

   When he saw Ming Lan shuttle between the cage and the baggage, Zhuge Ming's face instantly sank: "Is this what you said to rest?"

   Minglan opened his mouth: "I..."

  Zhuge Ming picked up the clothes scattered on the bed, and said coldly, "What are you packing for? Are you going to leave?"

  Ming Lan swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to look him in the eyes, hesitantly turned around, and didn't speak.

   Zhuge Ming walked around in front of her, looked into her clearly crying eyes and said, "You're talking! Why did you leave suddenly?"

   Minglan didn't say anything, just kept crying.

   Zhuge Ming frowned even more: "Have you heard my conversation with my aunt?"

   Minglan lowered his head even lower.

  Zhuge Ming rubbed his temples: "How many times do you have to tell me to understand that I will not abandon you!"

"Then will you marry Shangguanruo?" Ming Lan raised her eyes full of tears and looked at him aggrievedly, "I know, you like that prairie girl, she is prettier, more generous, and better than me. You have an identity, you should be attracted to her, you are not the same as you used to be to me, so why should I stop your happiness?"

   "Ming Lan..."

  Minglan interrupted him, "Not to mention that this time is my mother's last words. I don't want you to be an unfilial son. When you arrive in the underworld after a hundred years, you will not be able to explain it to your mother!"

A tinge of pain flashed in Zhuge Ming's eyes, he held her hand, and said solemnly: "How many times do you want me to tell you before you believe it, I will not leave you for anyone! I will not marry Shangguanruo, You are pregnant with our child, and at this time let me marry someone else, do you think... if I promised, would I still be a person?"

  Ming Lan leaned against his chest, and gently touched his belly with his hand...

   Ten days later.

The door of the secret room was opened, and a pregnant woman with a black bag on her head was thrown in. The maharaja made a gesture, and a warrior from the grassland stepped forward and took off the bag on her head.

The dazzling light suddenly shot over, Ming Lan raised her hand to block her eyes, and then she glanced at a pair of dark brown boots tied with a dagger, overlapping on a desk, and behind the desk, the picture was too familiar The familiar Chinese character face just smiled at her in a leisurely manner.

   "Son, it seems that I have been so kind to you that you don't even remember my advice!"

  Ming Lan held her stomach, stood up against the wall, and looked at each other with eyes like torches: "My child belongs to His Highness the Seventh!"

   "What did you say?" Your Majesty scratched his ears.

Ming Lan held her breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "My child... belongs to the seventh prince! After I had **** with the sixth prince, I took care of it! I'm a doctor! I understand how to prevent myself from getting pregnant! The seventh highness is in the lower room, the child... belongs to the seventh highness!"

  The Maharaja suddenly felt amused: "Tsk tsk tsk, what a girl who loves sophistry."

Ming Lan glanced at the two witnesses standing by and forced himself to remain calm: "They are the Imperial Guard, and Queen Xiao Huiren asked them to find the sixth prince, but they found it, but did not bring the news to Xiao Huiren. Empress Huiren! Obviously, they are your eyeliners! Do you think His Royal Highness will believe their words or my words? Even if they say the truth, as I said before, I have dealt with it, not She will be pregnant with the flesh and blood of the sixth prince! If the seventh prince believes in them, he will only believe in me even more!”

  The maharaja picked up the wine glass, and the warrior filled it for him. He took a sip and said, "Do you think that I will really debate with a hairy boy whether the child is his own flesh and blood?"

   Ming Lan's complexion changed!

   Maharaja snapped his fingers.

The    warrior pulled out his machete with a blank expression and walked towards her step by step.

  Minglan felt a fear that he had never felt before. The man was dark in complexion, strong in facial features, burly stature, and violent in his eyes... He didn't look like a warrior, but a Shura who climbed up from hell.

   "You... what are you going to do?"

   Minglan stepped back.

The maharaja drank the fine wine in the cup, licked his lips, and said with a smile: "Ada is the number one warrior of our grasslands. Apart from fighting, he is also good at delivering babies for sheep, but they are all sheep that are difficult to give birth. His movements are very beautiful, when the stomach is opened, the blood slowly flows into the earth like a hot spring..."

As he spoke, the Maharaja had a very intoxicated expression on his face, "Ada, you must remember to slow down, I'm old and my eyesight is not good, if I go too fast, I can't see what the seventh prince's child is. from."

   (end of this chapter)