538 unexpected and unpredictable
The room was cold, but Hu Lun sweated coldly.
He suspected that Rongxiu was lying.
Mengfei, he has met and got along with each other. How gentle, simple and timid she is, and she is not as vicious and cruel as Rong Xiu's mouth. If these things are put on Luo Wen'er, he still feels credible, because the girl is always very ghostly, but Rong Xiu's vows, and he can't help not believe it.
He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead... Is this still a person? If it's really one, did the fire burn the brain?
No, Rongxiu must be willing to live, so he will not believe it if he is unscrupulous and framed! Besides, she has no evidence, and what should she do...
Dr. Qin came out from the dark and knelt down on his knees: "King, today, the old minister has something to say. Since diagnosing the pulse of the dream concubine, I found that the fetal qi is very stable. The Dream Concubine is a physique that is not easy to conceive. Even if she is lucky enough to conceive, there are still seven disasters and eight difficulties. This is not the old minister's curse, but the physical limitation. However, no matter what happens, no matter how the mood fluctuates, the dream concubine always has a stable fetus. The imperial doctors also have doubts, but no one knows what's going on. The old minister went home and looked through the ancient books and finally found an answer..."
He tremblingly took out a book with broken corners from his clothes and presented it: "The Strange Medicine, page 36, is recorded. Lingnan Hui Valley has exotic grass, black stem and red flowers, which bloom in spring, summer and autumn. If you get the March stamens, add the ointment, and take it, it can make people show signs of false pregnancy. It's just that Huigu is located in southern Xinjiang..."
He didn't say the rest, because everyone knows who is under the rule of southern Xinjiang now.
The Snow Pavilion returned to quiet again, which was terribly quiet.
For a long time...
"Rongxiu, I remember you said before that I want to spare you 'one life'..."
Rong Xiu suddenly stopped trembling and slowly raised his head with a sad face, but a trace of holy light emerged: "Yes..."
"It's just 'one'..."
"I understand. I don't plan to live today..."
"Well, I will find someone to take care of you. This child will also be raised by someone to raise him. Don't worry..."
Rongxiu's lips**, tears suddenly fell like rain.
She slowly lay on the ground: "My maidservant, thank you..."
Rongxiu was taken away, and there were only three people left in the Xuesheng Pavilion, who did not hear the sound.
Hu Lun couldn't stand this kind of torture and whispered: "Master, master..."
Qian Yumo seemed to wake up from a dream, looked at him, looked out of the window, and seemed to say to himself, "It's time..."
Before the words fell, he got up and left.
"Wang Shang..."
Doctor Qin is still kneeling on the ground.
Qianyu's ink head did not return, and the door filled with night light condensed his figure into a dark silhouette.
"Don't worry, I understand your pain and won't condemn you, and there are still people... who need you..."
"My minister, thank you..."
In the final tremor, the figure seemed to be a drop of ink, integrated into the dim lake, only the night was cold and misty...
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Through the forest, like a wisp of wind, it is very easy to come to Yong'an Palace.
It's late at night, and the palace is very quiet.
He was familiar with the road and easily came to the Xinghu Hall.
Standing outside the window with the carved mandarin duck and lotus egret, it seemed that nothing could be heard, but after a while, a slight sound came, like gasping, and like the wind brushing through the temples, humming.
Gradually, the sound became louder, but without internal force, it was extremely difficult to hear.
At this moment, the voice is depressing and sounds a little painful.
The wet fingers gently broke the window paper, and the curtain on the floor was like waves, and the strong bodies of the two men could be faintly seen.
The emotional gasp came one after another, mixed with a woman's tossing and moaning, and seemed to begging: "Give me a child, I want a child..."
He withdrew his eyes, turned his back to the window, raised his head, and closed his eyes...
Suddenly, the body flashed and disappeared...
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Qian Yumo is running on the road.
He is going to meet someone, and he wants to tell her a good news... He has never defeated her, never!
The night wind is cold, scratching the temples and holding the clothes, but it can't cool people's hearts. He only felt that his chest was warm. If he could hold her, it would be warmer!
It's just that she is still angry with him, because he doesn't understand her, doesn't believe her, and puts her in prison...
But clouds, if I don't make such a decision today, how will they believe, how can they relax their minds, and how can they tell me their true feelings?
You will understand me, won't you?
Yes, you will, because in this world, only you know me best!
After skimming another rockery, I thought that she was about to appear in front of me, and my heart suddenly surged.
But is the tide coming out? Why does he feel that his mouth and jaw are hot?
A touch...
The eyes were suddenly pulled back...
He looked at his sleeves in disbelief, and then looked at his skirt...
His footsteps stopped like this. He stood on the quiet bluestone board road, but there was a bright red color, one drop, two drops, three drops... plum blossoms blooming under his feet.
He suddenly leaned on the rock, as if his whole body was empty, turning into a wisp of wind and drifting in the quiet night.
A touch of bright red turned out behind the rockery, as enchanting as a ghost in the dark night.
He stood not far away and looked over with his narrow eyes.
The wind rolled up his long hair, and countless ribbons of red clothes seemed to bloom on the other side of the Wangchuan River.
"How long do I have?" Qian Yumo covered his chest and listened to his voice like a ghost.
"If Hong told Brother Wang, it's time for Hong to ask himself... How long will it take for me..." The male and female voice sounded faintly, as if sighing: "Brother Wang is right, Hong, he is indeed very selfish..."
After saying this, he turned around.
The bright red Manzhu Shahua seemed to open the ground and seemed to put away in an instant, with only a little red star swaying and finally disappearing in the night.
Qian Yumo looked fixedly at the curved path, and his thoughts seemed to follow the red star and floated to the farthest.
However, he finally leaned against the mountain stone, closed his eyes, and let it be engraved into the skin.
The wind brushed the treetops, stirring a dead leaf that refused to fall, whining...
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What puzzled everyone was that Luo Shangyi, who dared to kill the dragon heir, was only released in the prison for one night. It is said that although she almost slipped the baby, the dream concubine's life was great, and the king's Hongfu was the same, which made Tianyou endless, so her trick did not succeed. And Mengfei was magnanimous. Since Long Si had nothing to do, she forgave Luo Wen'er in accordance with the principle of accumulating blessings and virtue for the children in her womb.
What puzzled Mengfei was that the people in her palace disappeared overnight, including Rongxiu, who was ready to "cultivate".
The next day, Qian Yumo came to Yong'an Palace... He had never appeared so early.
Last night, he didn't stay overnight because something happened and she needed to have a good rest, but today... Although he came early, she didn't see any concern on his face.
She was a little uneasy, but she couldn't figure out what went wrong.
He stood by the bedside, and the shadow of the bedside covered his look, but it made people feel that he was looking at her for no reason.
I was worried, but I still laughed and whispered softly.
I talked about yesterday's "accident" and Luo Wen'er.
She is just testing: "Amo, since the child is fine, don't embarras Luo Shangyi any more. This child is hard-won. I think we should accumulate blessings and virtue for him..."
"Good."
He broke all her ideas with just one word.
Although she smiled, the fist under Jin was already clenched... Qian Yumo, are you so reluctant to part with her? Even if she intends to "meditate" your bones and blood, will you still remember her?
He seemed to be just for her "pardon" and left, but stopped and did not look back: "Last night, Mengfei probably slept heavily, so she may not know that something happened to Yong'an Palace..."
What happened? What's the matter?