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After several twists and turns, after a night of hustle and bustle, the tired mood is magnified several times over. The little palace maid, who was already exhausted, leaned against the corner of the wall and fell asleep, the big palace maid who was holding the baby lightly also listened to the movement outside the window, Xu Heng was also extremely sleepy, leaning on the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning from time to time, raised his eyes and glanced at the two people on the other side of the bed, shook his head secretly, and fell asleep again.

Only Shi Lan has been by the side of the sleeping Wei Ruoshui. She sat quietly next to the bed, her face was calm, but her eyes were faintly staring at Wei Ruoshui's sleeping face, and the watery tenderness in her eyes was not seen, she didn't know how long she had been looking at it like this.

The person on the bed, who was as white as rice paper, finally moved slightly, and a voice as subtle as an illusion whispered, "Shi ...... Lan?"

The gentleness in Shi Lan's eyes condensed, turned into a forbearant surprise, quickly and gently leaned forward, held Wei Ruoshui's cold hand, and responded softly: "Huh?"

"I ......" Wei Ruoshui didn't seem to remember what was going on, he was confused, and blinked extremely slowly, and said softly, "Child...... What?"

The big palace maid who heard the movement had already waited aside, and although her face was tired, she still maintained a respectful attitude, and hugged the little baby in her arms and smiled with relief: "Congratulations to Niangniang, congratulations to Niangniang, the little prince has been quiet all night, but he is well-behaved, probably because of the hard work of his mother......"

She was only happy that the mother woke up safely, but she didn't know that her words that she didn't worry about sounded to other people's ears, and it was not something to be happy about.

How can a newborn baby understand people's hearts, and how can they not cry all night?

Wei Ruoshui was still immersed in pain, and he couldn't understand the hidden meaning of these words, Shi Lan was concerned about the safety of the queen mother, and did not pay much attention to the newborn child, but frowned slightly, and did not speak.

But Xu Heng, who had just woken up, had an extra heart, couldn't it be that something happened to the little prince?

He was just thinking about how to remind him a few words without being taboo, when he suddenly heard a strange vibration in the distance, like the squeak of sour teeth like the old and decaying door finally being slowly opened, and several people trembled with fear when they heard it.

Will they be greeted next by a rescue from outside the palace, or another massacre?

The little palace maid tightened Xu Heng's sleeves in fear, but Xu Heng's face was not much scared, so she got up and saluted Wei Ruoshui and Shi Lan, and invited herself to go out to investigate the situation.

Wei Ruoshui was still weak, but nodded, Shi Lan's thin lips pursed, looked at Xu Heng twice, and then nodded.

Xu Heng was just about to go out, and the little palace maid guarding the door couldn't help but step forward and wanted to go together. Xu Heng persuaded a few words to no avail, and asked for the queen's order, which allowed the little palace maid to stay downstairs.

After the two left, Shi Lan stood up silently, walked to the side of the palace maid, and whispered something in her ear.

The palace maid was full of horror, looked at the baby she was holding in disbelief, and quietly tried the baby's slightly pale cheeks with the back of her hand, the cold touch made her at a loss, and the sour whimper was forced to endure in her throat. 【】

Shi Lan shook her head, reached out to take the baby in the arms of the big palace maid, glanced at Wei Ruoshui, whose eyes were still wandering, with the corner of her eye, exhaled, and was about to walk out with the child in her arms.

"Shi Lan, Shi Lan...... What about the child, what about the child......"

Wei Ruoshui muttered, trying to shift his gaze to Shi Lan's body, staring closely at the swaddling clothes in her arms, looking at her in confusion and whispering, "My child...... Why don't you show me?"

Shi Lan tightened the swaddling clothes in her hand, looked down at the child's wrinkled pale little face, shook her head, and said calmly, "He slept." ”

The big palace maid's eyes were red, and she turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it again.

"I'm asleep...... Wei Ruoshui smiled lightly, took a deep breath, and looked at Shi Landao fixedly, "Just show me a ......look, just a look."

Shi Lan stood quietly, not knowing whether to refuse or turn around and leave.

Either way, she knew that Wei Ruoshui would be heartbroken and in pain.

"Let me sleep with him for a while. Shi Lan stood far away and didn't take a step closer.

"Shi Lan?" Wei Ruoshui was puzzled, frowning in pain, and his breathing began to become short, "Why don't you let me take a look?

Shi Lan's eyes flashed with sadness, she lowered her head and gently hugged the cold baby in her arms, raised her head and shook her head gently at Wei Ruoshui, and said in a low voice: "Waiting for you...... Better ......."

"Give it to me!" Wei Ruoshui's voice suddenly became stern, her chest rising and falling violently, obviously having guessed the most terrible outcome.

Shi Lan took a step back, unable to bear to send the pale baby to Wei Ruoshui.

"No, you can't ......" Wei Ruoshui's face was even paler than when he gave birth, and he struggled to sit up, but his eyes were fixed on the small body, and he shook his head and muttered, "My child, you can't ......"

The grief of the palace maid became more and more intense, her hands were tightly twisted, and she only felt that her heart was about to break.

The wing room was extremely quiet, only Wei Ruoshui's incredulous sobs and her demonic muttering.

"My child, my poor child......" Wei Ruoshui clutched his uncomfortable chest with one hand, looking at the little swaddling baby and crying until he lost his voice.

What she tried so hard to keep was not a dead baby, but a child who had once fantasized for a moment, crying out for her mother around her knees.

Shi Lan stood silently, not moving, with a hidden light in the corners of her eyes, suffering from Wei Ruoshui's pain.

"My child, give me, give me ......"

Wei Ruoshui cried sadly, not simply howling and crying, but choking and breathless.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she struggled to sit up, and before she could sit still, she was so weak that she almost fell off the bed.

The quick-eyed palace maid stepped forward to support Wei Ruoshui, and shouted out sadly.

Wei Ruoshui didn't seem to see her, her heart and eyes were on the child, holding on to the edge of the bed with difficulty, her hair was messy, and she walked slowly step by step.

"Shi Lan, please, I beg you......" Wei Ruoshui staggered, sat on his knees paralyzed, whimpering and crying, extremely sad.

She looked at the dead baby and held out her hands tremblingly. Shi Lan was silent, and after a while, she finally handed the child in her hand to Wei Ruoshui.

Before she stretched out her hand, Wei Ruoshui eagerly hugged her as a treasure, and gently hugged the dead child in her arms.

The baby's complexion was the same, except for the puffy face and the small mouth tightened, and the eyes that may not have seen the world in the first place.

Wei Ruoshui hugged it blankly, as if she didn't notice the tears rolling down her cheeks onto the child's cold face.

Suddenly, Wei Ruoshui heard a small snort behind her, her dead eyes suddenly lit up, and when she looked down, she still had the swollen and cold baby in her arms.

Her child died. Child...... How could it be!

Wei Ruoshui let go of the long-dead baby in his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and took several steps back suddenly, so hard that he couldn't even feel the pain of hitting the edge of the bed.

Her eyes were frightened, she looked at Shi Lan, shook her head desperately, and cried with all her strength: "That's not my child! That's not my child...... My child is not dead!" Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.