The child in the womb, when she was seven months old, Zhang Yan had the same symptoms as when she was pregnant with Zhu Houwei. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The diagnosis of the imperial doctor also has the symptoms of slippery tire, but the symptoms of this slippery fetus are slightly lighter than when Zhang Yan was pregnant with Zhu Houwei.

After the diagnosis came out, for countless nights, Zhang Yan would turn over, take out the bracelet, and rub it over and over again.

The button of the self-help system has been lit up by Zhang Yan's rubbing, but no matter how psychologically constructed, Zhang Yan has never been able to press the button.

The warning from her sister from modern times has been haunting Zhang Yan's heart and making Zhang Yan terrified.

Although she can't be sure, Zhang Yan can still faintly feel that Wei'er's death is absolutely inseparable from her opening of the self-help system.

And now......

When she was pregnant, Zhang Yan rubbed her belly countless times, and in the end, she put the bracelet back with tears.

That's it, let it be.

When the decision was finally made, Zhang Yan bit her lips and bit out several blood marks.

Such a fetus that can already kick her in her stomach and reach out to greet her, Zhang Yan is really reluctant.

However, no matter how reluctant you are, you must be willing to give up.

On the night of the decision, Zhang Yan stroked her lower abdomen and cried into tears, but no matter how fierce the tears on her face were, the gaze in Zhang Yan's eyes was still firm.

If this child is destined to not be saved, then let her die in her own womb.

It's better to be sad by yourself than to be born and can't support yourself, and a family of three is sad.

However, Zhang Yan never expected that the child in her belly would be so tenacious, and in the end, she persevered until she was born.

"Mother, I finally have a little sister."

Zhu Houzhao grabbed his father's arm, looked at the little baby in his father's arms, his white cheeks, and smiled like a walnut.

"Rong Rong Rong Rong, I'm my brother, I'm my brother." Zhu Houzhao stretched out a hand and gently rubbed the baby's little hand.

The newborn baby's eyes were not fully opened, and when she felt someone rubbing her hand, she unconsciously grabbed it.

Zhu Youzhu smiled and didn't speak, but just moved the child in his arms in the direction of Zhu Houzhao, so that Zhu Houzhao could get closer to his daughter.

Zhang Yan was lying on the bed, looking at her husband and children sitting on the edge of her bed, with happy smiles on her face.

She had just given birth and her body was very weak, but Zhang Yan felt that her body was full of strength.

I really hope that such a warm and sweet scene can be watched for a lifetime.

However, Zhang Yan's hope did not take long for it to come to naught.

Not long after Zhu Xiurong was born, he had symptoms of vomiting blood, which were exactly the same as when Zhu Houwei was ill.

It's just that Zhu Xiurong's symptoms seem to be much lighter than Zhu Houwei's, and after the doctor pricked the needle a few rounds and poured some medicine, Zhu Xiurong's symptoms of vomiting blood were slightly alleviated.

However, it has only been relieved a little.

Since the first appearance of vomiting blood, Zhu Xiurong will vomit blood every day, although this symptom of vomiting blood will stop in the case of the acupuncture decoction of the imperial doctor, but Zhu Xiurong's body is still inevitably weakened.

After a new round of needle pricking, Zhang Yan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Zhu Xiurong's immature little hand, and couldn't help crying.

How old is Zhu Xiurong, and he has to endure such pain, Zhang Yan thought that Zhu Xiurong was covered with needles all over her body just now, and she cried even more.

"Rongrong...... Rong Rong ......" Zhang Yan couldn't cry.

Looking at Zhu Xiurong who was sleeping in front of her, Zhang Yan inevitably thought of Zhu Houwei, who died a year ago, and in her heart, it seemed that there were hundreds of steel knives stabbing her.

Heaven, don't you be so cruel to me that you took my son, and now, do you want to take my daughter again?

Zhang Yan couldn't hold back any longer, she covered her face and rushed out.

She couldn't look at her daughter like this anymore, and if she looked at her like this again, she was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold on.

Zhang Yan didn't know where she had hid, nor how long she had been crying in this unknown corner, and the passage of time, in deep grief, seemed to have no feelings.

Until, a pair of hands, took hold of her shoulders.

Zhang Yan looked up with teary eyes, and when she saw who the person in front of her was, she hurriedly raised her hand, wanting to wipe away the tears on her face.

As soon as her hand was raised, it was held by Zhu Youjiao.

"Ayan, we are husband and wife." Zhu Youzhu let go of Zhang Yan's hand, raised his hand, and gently wiped the tears on Zhang Yan's face, "Wei'er and ......"

"Rongrong ......" Zhu Youzhu took a deep breath, and there was an uncontrollable choking in his tone, "It's all our children." ”

"No matter what kind of emotion, we are the same, you don't have to hide and cry secretly because you are afraid that it will affect me." Zhu Youzhu hugged Zhang Yan into his arms, "Our sadness is the same. ”

Zhang Yan leaned on Zhu Youzhang, was silent for a while, stretched out her hand, and hugged Zhu Youzhu hard.

During this period of time, Zhu Youzhang's government was very heavy, Zhang Yan watched Zhu Xiurong decline day by day, no matter how sad she was, she didn't dare to cry in front of Zhu Youzhang.

She didn't want her emotions to affect Zhu Youzhang.

But now, when Zhu Youzhu found himself secretly hiding and crying, Zhang Yan's emotions collapsed again......

"Youjiao......" Zhang Yan cried loudly, "What should I do?" What to do? I'm so scared, so scared! ”

"I'm so afraid that Rongrong will be the same as Wei'er......" Zhang Yan's whole body trembled when she cried, "Youjiao, you say, what should we do?" What to do? ”

Zhu Youzhu hugged Zhang Yan hard, and his eyes were red.

Zhu Xiurong's symptoms, Zhu Youzhu didn't know.

The current Zhu Xiurong is declining day by day, and the blood she vomits every day, Zhu Youzhu secretly feels shocked when she looks at it.

Her current condition is no different from Wei'er, who was seriously ill at the beginning.

If you insist on talking about the difference, it may just be that her decay rate will be slower than Wei'er's, and she can survive under the full rescue of the imperial doctor.

But how long can this situation last? Zhu Youzhu didn't dare to imagine it at all.

He hugged Zhang Yan, who was crying and couldn't stand anymore, looked up at the sky, and bit his lips deeply with his teeth.

Heavens, do you really want to be so cruel to us husband and wife? Isn't it enough to take away our son, and now, even our daughter refuses to keep with us?

Thinking of the appearance of Zhu Houwei when he was buried, Zhu Youzhu's heart was like a knife, and he almost couldn't stand up in pain.

However, no matter how painful it was, he had to stand still, because Zhang Yan was still in his arms, and he had to support Zhang Yan.

When he was sad, Zhu Youzhu felt something, looked up and looked forward, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Wan Guifei?" Zhu Youzhu exclaimed in disbelief. (To be continued.) )