After returning to Gantang Palace, Concubine Xiang asked people to make some white sugar osmanthus cakes and some other delicate snacks to send to Fuxiu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Concubine Xiang asked Fuxiu to sit beside her, accompany her to eat snacks and gossip.

Fuxiu has a lot of thoughts, that is, when he sees the golden and crispy white sugar osmanthus crisp, he also feels that he has no appetite. Concubine Xiang said a lot of words, and Fu Xiu reluctantly ate half a piece of white sugar osmanthus crisp and drank a bowl of porridge.

Seeing that after Fu Xiu had eaten, the big stone in Xiang Concubine's heart was finally put down, and she quietly left Gantang Palace.

After Fu Xiu returned to the dormitory, he sent Jian Xi to rest, and he lay down on the couch to sleep. Fuxiu twisted a wet handkerchief and covered his eyes, but he was afraid that he could not hold back his tears at night, and tomorrow's eyes were swollen like peaches, and he couldn't hide it.

Looking at the candlelight next to the bed, it was bright and dark, and it was difficult to sleep on the lonely pillow, leaning on the pillow, turning it over, turning it over, Fu Xiu still couldn't sleep.

God seemed to be amusement, but in the middle of the night, a light rain fell outside the window, making the already cold moonlit night even more bleak. The rain dripped on the stone steps and tiles, and it was cold and cold, and the cold of winter only seeped into people's hearts, and it seemed that even the upper abdomen was blown to convulsions and pain.

Maybe it's the cold!

Fuxiu only thinks now, still holding the pillow and quilt, and just wants to force himself to fall asleep as soon as possible.

Even if the sky falls tomorrow, she also needs to take care of her spirits, even if she doesn't think about herself, she also needs to think about the child in her womb.

Suddenly, a window was blown open by a strong wind, and the swishing cold wind came in with a light rain, and the lake-colored curtain was left and blown high by the wind. A line of cold lights finally went out in the cold wind, and Sen Sen's chill suddenly pierced through the quilt and entered Fuxiu's body.

Fu Xiu shouted a few times outside the dormitory, but no one came for a long time. Fukuxiu hurriedly got up and hurriedly went to close the window, but when he was moving, his abdomen, which was originally faintly painful, suddenly hurt as if he had been stabbed, and the pain made Fuxiu's stomach twitch for a while, and the acid was tumbling outward, almost making Fuxiu almost vomit.

Could it be that you have a bad stomach?

Fuxiu thought in a trance, and was about to close the window, but he heard a commotion outside.

It seemed to be inside the palace, and it seemed to be outside the palace, moaning, screaming, accompanied by almost terrible cries, hit like hailstones, making Fuxiu sneeze several times.

Fu Xiu Shuangshou clasped tightly on the window lattice, and before he could hear where the voice came from, the door was suddenly knocked violently, "Master, master, it's not good!" Oh no! Something is wrong! ”

As soon as Fuxiu heard the voice, he knew that it was Jian Xi, so he opened the door. When I opened the door, I had already seen Jian Xi stomping her feet at the door with a panicked face, her eyes were shining, I don't know if it was rain or tears, it was about to overflow.

"Jian Xi, what the hell is going on? What's going on? Fukuxiu asked hurriedly as he held back the pain in his abdomen.

"Mother, I don't know! ....... I just don't know! Jian Xi grabbed Fu Xiu, pulled Fu Xiu to look outside and dragged it, and said anxiously all the way: "Master, the slave maid heard that one of the palace maids of the Xiang master was friendly with me, and she suddenly had a stomachache to roll on the bed today...... Master Xiang is not right! ”

"Sister Xiang..., what's wrong? Jian Xi, say it quickly! Fukuxiu asked in a lost voice.

Master Xiang also screamed his stomach...... It hurts," Jian Xi said anxiously, "I don't know if Master Xiang has a bad stomach, Master Xiang is not like the palace maid who is so good with him, he screams so badly, it's just ...... I've vomited all my dinner. ”

Before Jian Xi's words were finished, Fuxiu only felt that his stomach was getting more and more painful, and he suddenly turned to the side, suddenly bowed down, and with a "wow", he even vomited.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Did you eat something bad? Jian Xi said as she patted Fuxiu's back.

Fu Xiu didn't speak, he vomited for a while, and then he felt a lot more comfortable in his abdomen, Jian Xi wiped the dirt on the corner of Fu Xiu's mouth with a handkerchief, only to find that what Fu Xiu had just spit out was actually the dirt of the white sugar osmanthus crisp!

Jian Xi thought: Isn't there a problem with this white sugar osmanthus crisp, everyone who ate it vomited, there must be something wrong with this osmanthus crisp! Who is it? How dare you calculate like this?