Chapter 72 The secret letter shocked the abdomen

If there is something that makes you feel ferocious in front of your eyes, that ferociousness will certainly not exceed all this that Shen Sirong has seen in front of you. The target piece can't be called skin at all.

Lan Xin's clothes have been untied by her, and her chest is where this ferocious place is.

"This is..." The surprised and condensed eyebrows fell on Lan Xin's eyes. She just smiled lightly, which made the scars on her face wrinkle, and the wound made Shen Sirong's heart astringent.

"Don't be afraid, that's the letter hidden here." Lan Xin seemed to be talking about other things, and the cold words blurted out without a trace of emotion.

"In those years, the Su family was destroyed overnight because of this letter. Although the emperor knew the innocence of the Su family, this letter was presented by officials in the court. After investigation, the evidence was found. The evidence is like a mountain, and the emperor can't cover up one or two, so he can only deal with it. At that time, the Empress was stimulated to give birth in bed. When the emperor went to visit, he gave the letter to the Empress. After reading it, the Empress left it privately and finally fell to the slave.

Shen Sirong came forward to look at Lan Xin's chest, with slightly rotten clothes on it, which was difficult to recognize. Shen Sirong stretched his eyebrows, but his heart was difficult, and he didn't know if there would really be a clue in this letter. I don't know what to do if it has nothing to do with the Wang family...

"Later, as soon as the maidservant received the secret letter, someone came to assassinate the noble concubine and the little prince. The noble concubine had already had a disease of major bleeding. The person who came to the imperial hospital, and the maidservant was relieved. Unexpectedly, after the man gave the Empress a pill, the Empress kept bleeding, and soon, she couldn't..."< /P>

Lan Xin remembered what had been buried in her heart for more than 20 years, and her eyes were in a trance, as if she was repeating countless illusions in front of her, repeating the tragic past.

"Seeing that the noble concubine couldn't stop bleeding, the maidservant was on guard and wanted to hug the little prince, but the doctor's entourage's knife went towards the little prince as soon as the light came up, and the maidservant came forward to block it, so that there was a scar on her face. The maidservant wanted to take the little prince out, but the doctor was actually good at martial arts. The maidservant suffered a few staves and shouted for the bodyguard outside the door, but no one came in. Later, a bodyguard sent by the emperor tried his best to block it, and the maidservant left.

The noble concubine in Lan's heart is Queen Hui'an, but at this moment, Shen Sirong can't help thinking of herself. She caressed her lower abdomen worriedly and muttered bitterly, "I don't know if I will be safe then."

This murmur fell in Lan Xin's ear. She looked at Shen Sirong's lower abdomen and smiled lightly: "Don't worry, the original little prince has grown up and become the current emperor. He is more courageous than the previous emperor. The Empress must be safe and sound."

Thinking that the person in front of her was also the noble concubine, Lan Xin knew that her previous name was wrong. Seeing that Shen Sirong did not question, she stopped explaining. She looked at Shen Sirong with cold eyes and sighed secretly in her heart, "This noble concubine has the dignity of the former noble concubine."

"Someone should know about the aunt's injury, and how could she be changed by the thief?"

The thief naturally refers to the dead "M Mother Lan". Lan Xin is no longer calm at this moment. Her eyes are full of tears and her eyes are closed, as if there are thousands of pains that she doesn't want to recall.

"Although the maidservant was injured at that time, she still insisted on handing over the little prince to the emperor. When the emperor learned that something had happened to his mother, he settled down and went out. I'm afraid he didn't pay attention to whether the maidservant was injured at all..." The loneliness in Lan Xin's words made Shen Sirong notice something different. The helplessness and bitterness are obviously unfavorable grievances. Could it be that this Aunt Lan loves the former emperor?

"Later, the little prince had someone to take care of him, and the maidservant returned to the Fengming Palace. That night, the maidservant was restless. Sure enough, in the middle of the night, someone wanted to kill the maidservant. The maidservant escaped and hid in the bushes. At that time, the maidservant was just worried about the safety of the secret letter, so she sewed it on her body.

"Is it sewn on the body?" Shen Sirong was shocked and came forward to check Lan Xin's injury again. What were the "lines" that stringed the secret letters with cloth? She couldn't imagine how Aunt Lan endured the pain and damaged the secret letter on the seam.

Lan Xin didn't think so and continued to say, "Yes, that's why it can be preserved until now. When the slave came up the next day, he found that the slave had lost the identity of Lanxin..."

"Who is that fake Mother Lan?" Shen Sirong is still thinking about the blood-stained skin in his mind. Lan Xin picked up a wooden box next to him and opened it. It was very dry, but he could faintly see the skin lines. Shen Sirong guessed that this was the skin used by Mother Lan.

Lan Xin gently stroked the face and said, "This is the face of the slave sister, but I don't know how my sister fell into her hands, and I don't know how they can be so fast..."

"Do they have such power?" Shen Sirong was puzzled, no matter how bad it was, in her impression, the emperor also had some means and would never fall into such a downfall.

Lan Xin closes her clothes and smiles helplessly: "At the beginning, the emperor was restrained by the empress dowager for too long, and his power in the palace was very limited. Although with the help of the Su family, it was only a court, not a harem."

Although it's just a phrase, Shen Sirong can also guess that sense of powerlessness. She smiled warmly: "Auntie, don't think about it anymore. Everything is over. There are too many grudges in this world, and people who have done evil will naturally have retribution. My aunt has suffered too much for this matter. In the future, in this Fengming Palace, my aunt will be my family.

Shen Sirong's words made Lan Xin feel infinite warmth, but she just held Shen Sirong's hand and let go. With a cold hand, Lan Xin shook her head with a wry smile: "Today, with the words of the mother, the maidservant has been satisfied."

With that, she stood up slightly and bowed to Shen Sirong: "Please go out. I will take this letter by myself."

Lan Xin's eyes are very firm. She didn't want Shen Sirong to do it. She just took this opportunity to have a good chat with her. When she first met her, she knew that this person was very good-hearted, but there were too many right and wrong in the palace. She was not fully sure. How could she dare to appear?

Shen Sirong did not insist. She slowly walked to the door and waited. She always felt that something was wrong. Half an hour passed, and there was no movement in the room. Shen Sirong pinched his slightly numb legs and looked back at the door without movement from time to time.

An hour passed, and there was a very light moan in the room. Shen Sirong stood by the door and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Mother, come in..."

Holding his breath, Shen Sirong saw a pool of blood, and Lan Xin's skirts were sorted out, but the blood stains on his skirts were still gushing out.

"Auntie, I'll tell the doctor to show you." Shen Sirong frowned and looked at the blooming blood flower.

Lan Xin shook his head and clicked the blood-stained cowhide beside him. Shen Sirong opened it. It was the secret letter. Shen Sirong opened it and took a cursory look. He already knew why the Su family could not keep it at that time. May I ask a general who colluded with foreign enemies dared to keep it? May I ask a person who is selfish with the person in power of the harem and dares to put it in the court?

Both the royal face and the overall political situation are not allowed for the emperor to leave the Su family, even if the Su family is his right-hand man, even if Su Guifei is his favorite person...

"Aunt." Shen Sirong took the secret letter and put it in his arms and looked up at the bed. Lan Xin was closing her eyes tightly, and there was no blood on her face.

"Aunt Lan." A bad feeling rose from the soles of Shen Sirong's feet. She suddenly approached and stretched out her fingers under Lan Xin's nose, but there was only a trace of breath. Shen Sirong was stunned and shouted to Mother Shen not far away.

"What's wrong with the Empress?" Mother Shen ran forward and supported the unstable Shen Sirong. She only heard Shen Sirong call the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor...

There was a trace of soreness in her waist and abdomen. Shen Sirong exhaled pain, as if something gushed out between her legs. She supported her body and her face did not change, asking Mother Shen to call the imperial doctor. When Mother Shen went out, she couldn't stand it. The pain in her waist deepened, making her moan deeply.

Because of Lan Xin's identity, there were no palace people in this place, and Shen Sirong only brought Mother Shen. She was looking for that breath and wanted to save Aunt Lan, but she didn't expect that she would attack at this time.

Under his waist became heavier and heavier, Shen Sirong couldn't help falling back. At the moment he touched the ground, he was stopped by a pair of strong arms behind him, opened his eyes dimly, and saw heavy waves scattered in his old and cold eyes on the cold night.

"Sirong, hold on." There was a flustered voice in the cold night, and a thought made Shen Sirong burst into a smile, which was a little bitter. The hands were covered by the cold night, and a stream of heat flowed from the wrist to every corner of the body. The lower abdomen, which had fallen, was shrouded in a mass of heating, and the pain gradually eased.

It was dark in front of his eyes, and Shen Sirong almost fainted.

"Sirong, what's wrong with you?" This time, she was not called a cold night, but Xiao Yuanqi who came in a hurry.

Shen Sirong was anxious, biting the tip of his tongue and opening his eyes in pain, with red eyes: "Aunt Lan, she..."

"I know that she is dead." Although Xiao Yuanqi's tone is flat, he can see some sadness from the unevenness between his thick eyebrows.

With his hands trembling, Shen Sirong took out the blood-stained secret letter from his arms. Xiao Yuanqi did not open it, but directly stuffed it into his arms. Seeing the surprise in Shen Sirong's eyes, he shook his head and said, "Just look at this later. Have a good rest. The imperial doctor and the stable mother-in-law have come. I'm still waiting to be a father."

With that, Shen Sirong's lower abdomen had pain again, which was a little more piercing than the previous one. She couldn't help opening her mouth to exhale the pain. Xiao Yuanqi held her hand tightly and kept feeding her true qi and hugging her heart.

He still thought about what the imperial doctor had just said. Dr. Ning told him privately that Shen Sirong had worked very hard during his pregnancy, and some days ago, he went into the water. Today, he was shocked again, and the child was premature. Shen Sirong's condition is very bad. Nine out of ten is difficult to give birth. Maybe only one adult and child can be left...