Fusheng smiled and said, "Before Miss Li'er leaves, let me explain to you that Shen Gongzi has left the palace safely, so you don't have to worry." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wanyao relaxed at this time, she took another sip of hot tea, and asked, "What about Li'er and Moyi?" ”

Fusheng said: "It was announced by the emperor." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wan Yao hurriedly wanted to get out of bed in a panic, her hands were unstable, the tea spilled all over her body, she was hot, "oops", she was red, and she couldn't care about the pain, and she had to force herself to get out of bed, Fusheng hurriedly took the tea cup and put it aside, turned around and grabbed Wan Yao, and asked, "Where is Mrs. Wan going?" You can't get out of bed yet. ”

Wan Yao brushed away the floating life and said anxiously: "I have to go to them, Yuwen Yong can't wait for me to die now, she won't let go of Li'er and Moyi." ”

Fusheng stepped forward again to block Wan Yao, and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Wan, the emperor just announced that the two of them went to learn from the old lady in the palace if they need to serve you who have a body, and he didn't want to punish them." ”

Wanyao froze in place, as if she didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "What did you say?" I didn't hear you clearly. ”

Fusheng became serious, pulled Wanyao back to the bed, and then knelt on his knees, and pleaded guiltily: "Please also ask Mrs. Wan to punish, it was Fusheng who made the decision without authorization, and replaced the avoidance soup that Mrs. Wan confessed with medicine that replenished blood and qi, and added medicinal materials to stabilize the fetus." ”

Wan Yao was stunned in vain, she leaned forward and leaned forward to Fusheng, and her voice was weak compared to a mosquito, "Fusheng, why are you doing this?" You said that I would give you two months to recuperate, but you didn't say that it would take me two months to conceive Yuwenyong's child? I can't keep this child, she was born without father's love, I can't be so selfish, floating, you can help me, I don't want to let myself live so miserable, I'm miserable enough, I don't want my child to be like me......"

Wanyao burst into tears, she couldn't even say a complete sentence, she couldn't say all the words, she couldn't think about it, and she didn't know what she said or wanted to express.

Fusheng also knelt on the ground and cried, she raised her head and asked with tears in her eyes: "Mrs. Wan, the slave remembers that you once said that you have regrets, you regret that you failed to give birth to a child for the emperor, and regret that the emperor's happiness was not given by you." The slave has no right to ask you to stay with the emperor, but, Mrs. Wan, do you dare to say that you have not loved the emperor? Why can't two people who love each other be together? You don't ask for much, so why can't you be happy? Maybe you think it doesn't matter, but the slave maid is not worth it for you, the slave maid thinks, if you are pregnant with the emperor's child, maybe you won't leave. ”

Fusheng cried even more, she wiped her eyes and continued to choke: "The slave likes you, likes to stay with you, likes you to treat the slave and the maid as a friend, and reasoned with the slave and the maid." The slave remembered that you once said that you and the emperor were like two pots of cactus, and when they were loved, they never concealed their hurtful edge, because they had no fear. Because you feel that no matter how wanton you hurt, the person who hugged you will not leave. But Mrs. Wan, you are going to withdraw now, do you know that at the moment when each other breaks free, it is the flesh with the spur belt, why do you have to tremble in pain to understand what it means to lose both? The slave didn't want either you and the emperor to be injured, and they didn't want you to live the rest of your life by memories, so the slave didn't want to make a decision on her own. If Mrs. Wan really doesn't want to stay in the palace anymore, then the slave maid also implores Mrs. Wan to leave the child for the sake of the emperor you once loved deeply, you want to leave, the slave and maid help you, and the slave and maid help you leave. ”

Fusheng choked up a few times when she spoke, and she pulled Wanyao's trouser leg, for fear that she would be hurt by Yuwen Yong and do something to hurt herself.

Wan Yao looked at her with her eyes down, without saying a word, tears crystal into beads, condensed down her cheeks and on her chin, rolling down.

When Yuwen Yong came, Wanyao had already rested, and there were still teardrops on her long eyelashes, which were crystal clear. He sighed and turned out of Jinmoju.

In fact, he knew that Wanyao and Shen Geran were nothing, because Wanyao did not have a trace of joy and love on her body, but he was angry and jealous, and the person she was jealous of was called "Shen Geran", the man with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

He had smelled this smell on Wanyao several times, faintly, but Wanyao covered it up every time without thinking, he was resentful, his heart was like a beast screaming wildly, torturing him, he wanted Wanyao's all, her body and her heart, he didn't want Wanyao's heart to have a place in his heart to live with other men, but he seemed to be wrong, he seemed to love too cruel and domineering, too selfish to love Wanyao's feelings, he seemed to push her further......

When Fusheng came that night, Wanyao's complexion was already much better, she leaned on the spring pillow and lost her mind, and Fusheng shouted to her a few times before she heard it.

Fusheng sat on the embroidery pier, and said while checking Wanyao's pulse: "This year seems to be colder than in previous years, if only it could snow, the slave maid is so big, I haven't seen snow yet." ”

Wan Yao moved her eyelids, turned her eyes to look at Fusheng, didn't answer, and said, "Fusheng, I want to leave here, can you help me?" ”

Fusheng's body stiffened, slowly raised his head, looked at Wan Yao, reconfirmed, and asked, "Mrs. Wan, is this your final decision?" Are you really willing to do it? ”

The corners of Wanyao's mouth curled, and she nodded with a smile, "Sometimes you put something down, not because you are suddenly willing to give up, but because the deadline is up, you are willful enough, and you are more mature, and you know that this page should be turned over." It's good to have loved, so why struggle. ”

Wan Yao raised her head and looked directly at Fusheng, and asked again, "Fusheng, you said you would help me, right?" ”

Fusheng lowered his eyes and was silent, and after a long time, he raised his head with tears in his eyes, "Well, the slave will help you, but you also have to promise the slave and the maid to take care of yourself and the baby in your belly, don't let the slave and the maid not find you, the slave and the maid want to see you from time to time." ”

Wan Yao smiled, a pair of wonderful eyes rippled, she nodded, and responded, "Okay, I will take care of myself, and I will take care of my children." Thank you, I love the gift I received at the end. ”

Fusheng knew that Wan Yao was talking about her child, but she just said that it was her child......

Yuwen Yong came earlier than usual, seeing that Wanyao didn't drive him away, he sat down next to Wanyao's bed excitedly, he happily put his palm on Wanyao's stomach, his eyes were unconcealed joy, and murmured: "Wanyao, you said the first child, should we give birth to a prince or a princess?" It's better to be a prince, now that the war has been raging for many years, if you give birth to a prince, let him see these earlier, and he will be able to take care of important things in the country in the future, and when the world is peaceful, we will have another princess, as clever and beautiful as you, I will spoil her into the sky, and you won't be jealous when the time comes. ”

That sentence of sorry kept going around in Yu Wenyong's mouth, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't. It was as if once he said it, Wan Yao would leave him. He naively thought that if he didn't say anything, he could act as if nothing had happened. (To be continued.) )