"I was poisoned, what about the baby?" She asked eagerly. Is there anything wrong with the baby? She is poisoned, will it hurt the baby?

Hearing her question, Deqi raised his head suspiciously. "What baby?"

"I ...... Am I ...... Not pregnant? She got Deqi's answer, and was stunned for a long time, she asked in disbelief. The right hand unconsciously stroked the lower abdomen. She only felt like her heart was being squeezed and uncomfortable.

"Pregnant? Are you trying to say that you are pregnant with the Son of God? Deqi didn't understand the word pregnancy, he guessed that the pregnancy that Concubine Xue said should be pregnant with a divine son!

When Deqi saw her trance-like expression, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a pinprick.

"Miko?" She murmured softly. Hang your head and look at your flat lower abdomen.

"Why would I vomit? Why would I not want to eat? Why didn't I have my period? She asked softly. She still couldn't believe that if she wasn't pregnant, then why would she vomit? If she wasn't pregnant, why didn't she have a period?

Is it really like what she thought before, because she often eats the same thing and eats too much, so she is a little tired.

The king hugged her waist and couldn't believe her face, but he felt that his heart was so depressed that he couldn't even breathe.

Although Deqi couldn't bear to tell her that she was not pregnant with a god son at all, she still couldn't help but tell her the truth. Even if it makes her painful, she has to understand that long pain is better than short pain, and he must be ruthless.

Deqi answered her questions one by one. "You vomit because you eat too much of the same thing, and you should change the taste. As for menstruation, forgive your foolishness, I don't know what you are referring to, and I hope that Concubine Xue will tell me. ”

After Deqi finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced fiercely at the shallow child who was still kneeling on the ground, and looked at Concubine Xue'er with watery eyes.

Qian'er felt Deqi's gaze, turned her head to look at Deqi, and was unexpectedly glanced at by Deqi. Qian'er was shocked, and then hung her head weakly. She knew that Lu Daoqi was blaming her for always giving the same food to Concubine Xue, which made Concubine Xue so sad now.

Qian'er confessed that she was wrong, but she felt that she was not poisoned, and she felt that she was not right.

Xue Fei pursed her lips. Leaned into the king's arms and did not answer Deqi's question. She was desperate.

It should be like this, didn't she think of it too? She didn't have any faith in the first place, did she? Why are you still so uncomfortable? Why are you still so depressed? Why do you want to cry so much?

Tears welled up to the edge of her eye sockets, and she slowly closed them, but it was still a step too late, and the tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, drawing an arc on her pale face, and the tears pooled to her sharpened chin, dripping, and Wang gently caught them.

"Deqi, you guys go out." The king commanded. His heart was a little uncomfortable. Now, both she and he wanted to be still.

Deqi knelt down on one knee, "Yes, my king." Deqi got up and turned to leave.

Qian'er also knelt down on one knee, turned around, followed behind Deqi, and walked out of the dormitory with Deqi. Gently close the door.

The king brought the drop of water from his fingertips to his lips, and his red tongue was gentle. Salty.

This is the tears that civilians have said? He doesn't understand, why is it salty?

He had seen how many displaced civilians shed tears more than 300 years ago, when the world was in turmoil. He had seen the daughters of some ministers weep when they were made concubines by the courtiers. He had seen that when he ordered the execution of Qi Jie, Qi Zhi was prostrate and weeping at his feet, and old tears were all over his face. He had seen her cry after being wounded by him.

But she never knew that her eyes would bring so much pain to herself, and the position of her heart hurt as if someone had cut it with a knife. It's just a tear, why does it make him so uncomfortable?

Tears, what he spites the most, seeing those ministers and concubines crying in front of him will only make them die faster.

He has never been able to get it, their people have no tears, because they are not born with tears, they can't cry, they don't have tears, they are the most cold-blooded, and they don't experience the emotions of ordinary people.

But three hundred years ago, when the woman died, he saw and saw the man who the world called God dripping something called tears.

Legend has it that their people shed these tears only when they were in the most pain. They don't drop as much as mortals, they only have one drop. Moreover, their tears are not transparent, but bright red, like blood.

Their tears are bitter, and the more painful their hearts are, the more bitter their tears become.

Heaven seemed to punish them, giving them supreme glory, great strength, perfect faces and bodies, and god-like existence. However, it is punishing them, and the most ordinary things in mortals are precisely the most rare things for them.

He didn't know what to do, what is called tears, something that is worthless in ordinary people, there will be such a powerful force, it can make him hurt. It burned him like a flame.

Is this the power of mortals? He could never do it.

In her arms, she painfully recalled the future she had thought about. She forced herself not to touch the apparition, not to let her be so miserable. However, the images in her mind kept coming up, and she couldn't control them, and she couldn't get rid of them. There was nothing she could do.

She slept in bed with a bulging lower abdomen. She was waiting for the king. When the king came back from the court, he walked to her bedside, and gently pressed his ear to her bulging lower abdomen, listening to the sound inside. Then hugged her, laughing. The king no longer had that intimidating spirit in the face of her, only care and love for her. What there is for the unborn child is the love and concern of an ordinary father for his children.

The king did everything herself, and everything was done for her. The king cooked for her, and the king helped her bring water.

When the child was born, the king held the child, who was less than four months old, and taught the child to say father. From time to time, rubbing the child's head, the future she imagined, the future she longed for. The first two hours made her happy, but now, it made her miserable, and the memories over and over again pierced her heart.

She just felt so uncomfortable in her heart. She clung to the king's sleeve, and she wanted to cry out loud. She wanted to be quiet, she wanted to disappear.

The king put her on the bed and helped her to take off her fine clothes. She slowly fell asleep......

ps: The ceremonial official is not an official of etiquette, in this article, the ceremonial official refers to helping the king find a concubine, and does not need the king to have a purpose. (Of course, the appearance and figure are excellent) concubines are generally the daughters of ministers, and some sisters and the like have a chance to be selected by the courtesy, but it is impossible for civilians.

The king usually doesn't ask about the selection of concubines, because the king is never interested in those concubines.