Your Majesty, Eunuch Lin Is Pregnant

   "No...no."

  Lin Bao was a little uncomfortable by him. The face that had drunk was flushed, but now it's crimson.

  Lian Che glanced at her roughly, and saw that there seemed to be no blood in any place, which led her out of the woods of the cold palace.

  Behind him, An Gonggong knelt in awkward position, slowly petrifying.

  ——Peat, he just said that the emperor of his family would care about him as an old **** in this situation, and dare you to be against him at all!

  An 囧 public father, big 囧 special 囧, I just feel that my old face is almost lost.

  The waiting time was almost up, and then Mr. An slowly raised his head and was surprised to see Lian Che holding Lin Bao.

  ——That... isn’t that a little bun! Nima, is it possible that the emperor of his family is fancy little bun?

  President An’s eyes widened and he knelt alone in the woods. His back was as depressed and depressed. If it weren’t for the guards to lift him up, he might have to kneel down.

  Of course, none of them know what Mr. An is thinking at the moment——

  Peat, he has fallen out of favor!

  *

   And here, Lian Che was pulling Lin Bao on the way back to Chaoyang Hall, his face was black and silent.

  In the beginning, Lin Bao still followed him tremblingly, but when the alcohol surged in, she became more and more unable to control herself.

  Looking at the narrower and narrower sight in front of him, Lin Bao's steps became weaker and weaker, and he let go of his hand accidentally, tilting his body to the side.

  Lian Che was startled, and quickly pulled her into his arms, sniffing her full body of alcohol, looking at her red face, frowning and said: "Who allowed you to drink so much alcohol!"

   "Hi—oh, you won’t die if you drink it secretly!"

  Lin Bao stomped on his wine, climbed onto his neck with one hand, and hugged him feebly, his eyes blurred, his pink lips puffed, and his appearance was very charming.

   Hearing this, Lian Che's sword eyebrows were still frowning. Seeing her delirious appearance, it was estimated that she would be unable to walk.

  Considering, he sighed, straightened her body, squatted in front of her, and said helplessly: "Come up, I carry you."

  Back?

  Lin Bao blinked vigorously, looked at him in a daze, took a staggering step forward, pouting dissatisfiedly: "With so many backs, how do I know which one to go on!"

  "……"

  Lian Che was speechless, about to get up, but suddenly felt his back sink, and then a hard little thing was placed on his shoulder.

  He looked sideways, only to see her tilted her head against his shoulder, her hands gently wrapped around his neck, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was asleep.

  ——Actually, she looks pretty when she is quiet and silent.

  Lian Che thought so, he put his hands behind him and put them under her little butt, and he got her back firmly before he got up and continued to walk forward.

  The tip of the nose was surrounded by a light smell of wine, which was mixed with her body scent. This smell really fascinated him, and he also enjoyed the tranquility peacefully.

   However, at this moment, Lin Bao started to giggle, and called out like a child: "Lian Che—"

   "Huh?" He whispered.

  Lin Bao did not seem to have heard it, and repeated it again: "Lian Che—"

   "Huh?" He raised his volume.

   "Lian Che——"

   "What are you doing!" He was slightly annoyed, but he heard her continue to call: "Lian Che..."

  It’s just that this time the sound is significantly smaller than before.