"I don't believe that she can fight against me with a doll in her arms...... the person in front of her sighed, and suddenly seemed to agree with the old man's statement, "It's a trouble to stay, don't worry, I see, this woman is kind-hearted, the art of detoxification and saving people or I am not as good as her, but the art of harming people, she is by no means as good as me!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was like a bat in the dark night, blinking towards the camp.

The old man didn't ask, just stood still and waited, his raised eyes flashing with a strange light in the moonlight.

The tent was quiet and peaceful, but the black-robed man easily avoided the sentinel's sight and appeared in front of the Ling makeup bed.

Outside the tent door hung a lantern, and a faint light shone softly over the face of the woman on the couch.

There was a milky smell floating in the tent, as well as the unique aroma of a woman.

His nose was sensitive, so close that he could quickly tell that the bitter scent of laurel was emanating from hers.

The uninvited guest shrouded in a black cloak seemed to be stunned, slowly lowered his head, and stretched out a white hand like jade, comparing it to her soft neck.

A slight pinch can make her soul return to hatred.

Life is so fragile.

He wanted to sigh, because this was the second woman in his life to see a sleeping face.

And the first one was his mother.

This woman has a delicate and gentle face, and her eyebrows are gently tangled in her sleep, and her expression is inexplicably familiar.

The beauty is not enough, in his eyes, the pink skeleton looks good. After all, it can't resist the destruction of time, and in the end it's just a withered lotus and a dead leaf.

He sighed almost inaudibly, withdrew his hand and put a touch of incense in his sleeve. Slowly to the end of her nose.

The sleeping man sniffled, and the faint fragrance melted into her body fragrance.

The black-robed man looked at her again, raised his head, and under the cloak, a graceful chin was revealed, and the corners of his lips gradually turned up, smiling at the waves. The wind and the moon are boundless.

After a breeze, the black-robed man had disappeared into the night.

*****

In her sleep, Ling Xiang only felt cramping pain in her abdomen. Gradually wake up.

The person was still in a state of extreme exhaustion and confusion, and the blood had taken away a trace of warmth from his body somewhere.

She opened her eyes slightly, and shook her head hard, half awake and half confused. I want to stand up. But it is sour and weak. She realized something and hurriedly greeted Gong'e.

Pindi and other ordinary vigils are the master as soon as there is a movement, but today he is also tired enough, Ling Xiang shouted a few times, and a few girls jumped up.

took the oil lamp and shone it, but saw that the crown princess was sweating on her forehead, so she hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Niangniang, Niangniang, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Yi's concubines and others stayed in the barracks near the left. They boiled medicine and made medicines, after all, they didn't use as much effort as Ling Makeup. Hearing the movement, he hurriedly put on his clothes and came to inquire.

Ling Xiang was extremely weak, but he knew that the child had miscarried in his sleep, and tears and sweat rolled down: "The child ...... No ......."

Concubine Ji Yi hurriedly went up to uncover the quilt and took a look, but it was already bright red underneath, bluffing her face white, and she was busy with the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctors were all left in the camp, and it was actually useless to come at this time, so Ling Xiang stopped: "Don't shout, I'll dictate a prescription and make medicine for me to drink." ”

How important the heir is to the harem woman, Concubine Ji Yi has seen the loss of the child crying out for the sky and the earth, tears flowing, and she has never seen self-diagnosis and self-treatment like Ling Xuan, she was stunned, held her hand, and hurriedly agreed.

Ling Xiang stared blankly at the top of the tent, and the whole person was already in a floating state.

Pindi remembered the bowl of fetal medicine that he couldn't drink in time, and blamed himself, biting his lip and tearfully cleaning up for his master, the lights in the camp tent were bright, and he kept going in and out.

When Wenqin walked out of the tent with a large basin of blood, tears had already blinded her eyes, and the scenery outside could not be seen clearly, so she could only walk farther, put the basin on the ground, squatted down and cried.

Like Pindi, she is a refugee who has been uprooted by the floods. If she can survive, who wants to leave her hometown? Those corrupt officials and corrupt officials have enough money, but they don't care about the lives of the people, and her parents decided to flee the famine only after her younger brothers and sisters died in her family.

When I arrived in Beijing, I heard that some big families like to buy a family in one place, and as soon as the whole family is combined, they sell themselves as slaves.

I thought that the future days would be beaten and scolded, lack of food and clothing, but I didn't want to meet a good family, my father and mother worked in the kitchen, although my father did rough work, but it was to chop the coarse firewood finely, and carry water from the well in the yard to the tank, which was really nothing to my father, who was used to doing farm work. And the mother, in general, is a piecemeal job such as picking vegetables, plucking chicken feathers, and chopping vegetables. The younger sister is in the young master's house, and the young master Lingyun has no shelf, and the family has a good life.

From the village maid by the Yangtze River to the first-class palace maid beside the imperial princess, this is something Wen Qin never dreamed of before, as long as the crown princess is well, in the near future, she can marry a guard, and the fate of her children will be completely different.

The crown prince and the princess have a deep love, is God also jealous of their affection and took away the child? Wenqin wiped away her tears and was about to pour the water, but she was startled by the black shadow that swept over like the wind, and sat on the ground.

"Where is the crown princess?"

The torches outside were burning brightly, and Rong Xijue had already caught a glimpse of the basin full of blood, and his breathing was stagnant for a while, and he was struggling to walk.

Wen Qin knelt on the ground and cried: "Niangniang...... Niangniang, she ......" pointed to the tent but didn't dare to say it.

Rong Xijue's eyes sank and he walked by.

"Pass the Imperial Doctor! Quickly pass the Imperial Doctor!" a female voice screamed.

The basin in Wenqin's hand smashed to the ground with a clatter, and rolled down the slope.

But when she saw the tent open, Pindi fell to the ground with an "oops", and it turned out that she ran out and collided with the prince.

Pindi was in a hurry, the prince was in a hurry, where could the girl eat such a bump, and she fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and couldn't get up.

Zhu Xie said, "My subordinates go to find the imperial doctor!", and disappeared into the melting night.

Concubine Ji Yi and the others were crying for the crown princess, but they were pushed away by a gust of wind, and their faces were discolored, but they saw the prince pounce on the lamb mattress and hold up Ling Makeup's face and called: "Ah Mei! I'm here." ”

His dark eyebrows had been tangled into an inverted sword, and with a no, Rong Xijue turned his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Although she never roared loudly, a heart-burning anxiety had shocked everyone, only Concubine Ji Yi calmed down and replied: "The crown princess must have been overworked and had a miscarriage, and now she is bleeding and holding her breath, if you don't treat it in time......"

Before Concubine Ji Yi's words fell, she saw that the prince had lowered his head and crossed his breath with the concubine.

The palace maids of the bereaved concubines were shocked, but his expression was calm.

In a moment, Ling Makeup's body shook slightly, and he finally relieved his breath and opened his eyes quietly. (To be continued.) )

PS: I feel very sorry for the peach demon, and I have long said that I don't want her to lose her child, but the plot has been written down a long time ago, and for the sake of the later plot, it is more necessary.