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Under the dark night, in Zhu Zimo's wing room with bright candles in the Han Courtyard of Zhufu-

Because Leng Qing was still in a coma and the situation was unknown, Mu Ziru was ready to be stationed directly in Zhu Zimo's Korean courtyard in the past few days, so that it would be convenient for Mu Ziru to rush over as soon as possible if something happened to Leng Qing.

Of course, even if Mu Ziru didn't take the initiative to stay, Zhu Zimo couldn't just let Mu Ziru go back......

And right now, on the all-red wooden carved couch in Zhu Zimo's wing, Zhu Zimo, who has high black hair and wears a plain and elegant Confucian shirt, is sitting on the couch and elegantly reclining on the square low table placed on the couch, supporting his forehead with one hand and holding a book with the other hand to read intently.

At the other end of the couch, he was wearing a dark blue narrow-sleeved robe lying on all sides, and his long hair was tied up from the roots, and the color of his hair gradually changed from brown to gray, until the end of the hair turned white at the length of his fingers...... Mu Ziru

Compared with Zhu Zimo's hard-working, diligent and studious, Mu Ziru's demeanor is obviously much more casual, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a hanger and bohemian.

And in this quiet atmosphere, Mu Ziru, who was hanging a child, hesitated for a long time, and finally organized his words, and said in a thoughtful tone: "Ah Mo...... I have news that is neither good nor bad, do you want to hear it?"

"If it's about someone who doesn't matter, it goes without saying. Zhu Zimo, who didn't raise his head to the ground, looked at the book in his hand intently, and responded to Mu Ziru's words lightly.

Hearing Zhu Zimo's casual words, the corners of Mu Ziru's mouth twitched, and after being helpless for a while, he gritted his teeth and threw out a sentence: "...... Do you think I can talk to you about people who don't matter at this point in time?"

Zhu Zimo had finally accepted Mu Ziru's words before, but this time Zhu Zimo simply didn't even answer, only raised his eyes silently to look at Mu Ziru, and silently revealed a kind of information with his eyes, "Then what are you talking to me".

Being stared at so silently by Zhu Zimo, Mu Ziru was a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned he was.

The two parties were deadlocked for a while, and finally Mu Ziru, who was half-lying on the other end of the couch, got up and sat up straight, and then cleared his throat with a strange expression: "Ahem...... It's like this......"

At this point, Mu Ziru stopped talking again, looked at Zhu Zimo with a puzzled face for a while, and then continued to think about his words and said: "You also know that I have been placed high hopes on my father since I was a child, and I have learned a lot of things, from internal injuries to external injuries...... When I cleaned her baby before, I found her ...... Ahem...... Some injuries ......

Although this injury will not affect her life safety, nor will it affect her future life, it will affect her future reproduction. You probably know that, for a variety of reasons, this ...... Ahem...... Once damaged, there is no way to heal, even if I change my father, it will not help. So ......"

Although Mu Ziru can cheekily insist on cleaning up Leng Qing's injuries in person, and he really did so, Mu Ziru still doesn't have the cheekiness to say some words with strong privacy, so when it comes to certain phrases, Mu Ziru can only use an extremely embarrassing and stiff cough instead.

But what makes people feel amazing is that Rao is Mu Ziru didn't say a certain word at all, and replaced it with coughing throughout the whole process, Rao is Mu Ziru didn't finish his words in the end, but Zhu Zimo still understood!!

“…… Why didn't you wait until now to tell me?" After a second of silence, Zhu Zimo frowned and asked.

Zhu Zimo was very depressed: For such an important matter, Mu Ziru actually said something "not good and not bad"......? Was Mu Ziru's brain kicked by a donkey? ?

Regarding Zhu Zimo's obvious dissatisfaction, Mu Ziru rubbed his nose and sneered: "I also wanted to tell you earlier, but there are people around you all the time...... Are you embarrassed to let your junior brother hear this kind of thing, or are you embarrassed to let Zhiwu hear it?"

"......" looked at Mu Ziru silently, and Zhu Zimo acquiesced to Mu Ziru's explanation.

And at that time, seeing that Zhu Zimo was silent, Mu Ziru thought about it, and still said with careful words: "In fact, it is not good to say what will happen in the future, maybe it will hinder or may not hinder it, it can only depend on her luck." But I'm curious, whose child is in her womb? is it yours or ......?"

Mu Ziru did not finish his words, but the meaning of Mu Ziru's words was undoubtedly very clear.

And as Mu Ziru spit out this unfinished question, Zhu Zimo, who was sitting on the other side of the all-mahogany carved couch and leaning gracefully on the square low table on the couch, supporting his forehead with one hand and holding a book in the other, fell silently into contemplation......

It is true that at the beginning of the moment when Mu Ziru vaguely pointed out that Leng Qing was pregnant, Zhu Zimo was indeed shocked, but the situation at that time was ...... There was no time for Zhu Zimo to be shocked and explored, so although Zhu Zimo was shocked in his heart, he suppressed the shock without hesitation.

As for what Mu Ziru said at the time, "Leng Qing was pregnant and had a miscarriage due to poison", not only did Zhu Zimo not doubt the truth of Mu Ziru's words at all, but even Lin Xiaoyang, Lin Zhiwu, and Lu Xueyue did not doubt half of it.

Because although Mu Ziru is good at using poison, he also prefers poison, and his orthodox medical skills are indeed not as good as his poison skills, but Mu Ziru can still see this little thing by taking the pulse......

And as for who that kid is...... Zhu Zimo thought about it, although Leng Qing is now sealed to the position of Zhaoyi, but that child is definitely not the one in the palace, so it can only be ......

Although there is an answer in his heart that is about to come out, no matter whether Zhu Zimo really knows and determines who the child's father is, it is impossible for Zhu Zimo to make it clear to Mu Ziru. Because once this kind of thing is said, once the truth is put on the table, what will ultimately damage Leng Qing's reputation is undoubtedly ......

It was not until this moment that Zhu Zimo suddenly realized why Mu Ziru wanted to say something like "I have news that is neither good nor bad" to him in the first place......

It's not good, because Leng Qing may not be able to give birth to children in the future, and it's not bad, because Leng Qing's identity is now widely advertised as "Leng Zhaoyi" in the palace, so this matter has nothing to do with him Zhu Zimo......

Thinking of this, after a short silence, Zhu Zimo glanced at Mu Ziru lightly, and disliked Mu Ziru with a unhappy expression: "You have the leisure to hang around with me, it is better to go to the Warm Fragrance Pavilion to guard, don't go wrong." ”

Regarding Zhu Zimo's dislike, Mu Ziru hooked his lips and smiled wickedly, and said indifferently: "With Lu Xueyue's girl here, what can go wrong?" But Ah Mo ......" The voice was leisurely, and when Mu Ziru spoke again, he spit out a meaningful sentence: "Your reaction is obviously that there are no three hundred taels of silver here......

As early as when Zhu Zimo pondered for a long time but only talked about him left and right, Mu Ziru knew it in his heart.

So, Zhu Zimo lowered his eyes and was silent.

And Zhu Zimo's silence undoubtedly affirmed Mu Ziru's thoughts even more. So, Mu Ziru continued to hook his lips and laugh wickedly: "You have been cuckolded." "It's not a question, it's an affirmative.

"......" still lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, and Zhu Zimo didn't say a word.

However, Zhu Zimo's silence did not affect Mu Ziru's desire to speak at all, because Mu Ziru, who was sitting at the other end of the couch, sneered to himself: "And looking at your reaction today, you don't even know that your own daughter-in-law has someone else's seed in her stomach?"

"You're too wide. Perhaps because he couldn't stand Mu Ziru's words that were so sharp in every sentence, Zhu Zimo couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Mu Ziru after all, and then continued to dislike it.

After the disgust was over, Zhu Zimo lowered his eyes silently again, and said silently: "And she is just my named daughter-in-law......"

"Oh, the nominal daughter-in-law......" Because of the divergence of thinking, when Zhu Zimo's words settled, Mu Ziru subconsciously responded to Zhu Zimo's words casually, but halfway through the words, Mu Ziru suddenly found that something was not right!

And after Mu Ziru reacted, Mu Ziru was directly shocked: "Hah, what kind of thing??"

Following. At dusk and dusk.

At this time, the sun is setting, and there is a round of red sun in the distant sky, and the red glow is floating all around, showing a brilliant color.

In the wing room on the right side of the stairs on the first floor of the Zhufu Nuanxiang Pavilion, on the rosewood bed arranged against the wall of the inner room, under the thin sky-blue brocade quilt, his face was so pale that there was no blood, and Leng Qing, who had been unconsciously asleep for two days since the poison, finally opened his eyes slowly......

"Girl, girl, are you awake?" Lu Xueyue, who had been guarding Leng Qing's bed cautiously and undressed, did not dare to leave, and found Leng Qing's awakening for the first time, so Lu Xueyue was pleasantly surprised.

However, Lu Xueyue's surprise was over, but Leng Qing, who was lying on the rosewood bed, was still staring blankly at the bed tent above her head with her eyes open, without the slightest reaction.

Seeing that Leng Qing didn't respond to her, Lu Xueyue suddenly thought of what Mu Ziru said yesterday......

Lu Xueyue immediately panicked in her heart, lest Leng Qing was deaf and couldn't hear her voice, so Lu Xueyue asked out loud with a little tentativeness: "Auntie, girl...... Can you hear the slave?"

In Lu Xueyue's trembling, this time, Leng Qing finally reacted to Lu Xueyue's words-

Turning his head and looking in the direction of Lu Xueyue, who was standing beside the bed, Leng Qing opened her mouth, and uttered two syllables in her throat with some lag: "Xiao...... Moon?" was a deep, dry, hoarse voice.

Although Leng Qing's voice is very hoarse and difficult to hear, as long as Leng Qing can speak, it proves that Leng Qing has not become mute!!

Thinking of this, Lu Xueyue immediately responded happily: "Yes, girl, it's a slave!" After finishing speaking, Lu Xueyue was still a little uneasy, and continued to ask: "Does the girl feel anything uncomfortable?"

After Lu Xueyue finished asking, Leng Qing was silent for two seconds before slowly answering in her dry and hoarse voice: "I just feel very tired, my body and limbs are a little disobedient, my head is a little dizzy, my throat hurts, and the rest is fine." ”

After listening to Leng Qing's words seriously, Lu Xueyue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, squatted beside the rosewood bed, smiled and comforted: "These situations are normal, Mu Gongzi said, the poison in the girl is too fierce, and she has lost too much blood, and she will have symptoms such as dizziness and fatigue for a while after waking up." Mu Gongzi also said that if the girl felt a sore throat, it was because the poisonous blood burned her throat when she spit out of her throat, as long as she could speak, there would be no big problem, and she would be able to recover after a while with the decoction prepared by Mu Gongzi. ”

After listening to Lu Xueyue's explanation, Leng Qing, who was lying on the rosewood bed, her face was so pale that she didn't have any blood, and she responded as if she was half a beat slow: "Oh ......" The voice paused, and Leng Qing called slowly: "Xiaoyue, ......"

"Hmm, what does the girl command?" Hearing Leng Qing call her, Lu Xueyue subconsciously responded.

Then, in the room that was slightly reddened by the afterglow of the setting sun, I could only hear Leng Qing use her dry and hoarse voice to ask slowly: "Why don't you light the lamp?" Zhu Zimo is so stingy that he doesn't even use the lamp oil candle for me?"

"......" Lu Xueyue, who was squatting beside the rosewood bed, was stunned when she heard this, and did not answer Leng Qing's question for the first time.

After being silent for a while, Lu Xueyue turned her head to look at the dim but still sunset sky outside the house, and then looked back at Leng Qing who was lying on the rosewood bed with stunned eyes.

After a long time, Lu Xueyue hesitated again and again, and finally had the courage to reach out and raise her white and tender little hand to Leng Qing's open eyes and shook it...... No response? I shook it again, but it still didn't respond......

So, Lu Xueyue, who understood something, only felt a sour nose, and tears burst out of her eyes, unable to stop or wipe them off.

didn't wait for Lu Xueyue's answer for a long time, Leng Qing, who was lying on the bed, took the initiative to ask, "Xiaoyue, why don't you speak?"

Silently wiping away the tears on her face, Lu Xueyue tried her best to suppress her voice and prevent her from crying, and forced a smile: "How could the head of the family be reluctant to pay for this lamp oil, it was Mu Gongzi who said that the girl can't see the light when she first wakes up, otherwise it will irritate her eyes." And it was already the middle of the night, and the slaves and maids did not light the lamps. ”

After Lu Xueyue's words fell, Leng Qing responded as if she was half a beat slow: "Oh...... That's right......"

"Doesn't the girl feel dizzy? Why don't the girls continue to sleep? When it's dawn, the slave and maid call you to get up?" Putting back the sourness in her heart, Lu Xueyue controlled her voice and forced a smile.

And lying on the rosewood bed, Leng Qing, who had empty eyes because his eyes couldn't focus, nodded slightly, and his voice responded slowly: "Good ......"