The Chinese doctor soon rushed over, and saw that Rong'er had a miscarriage and was bleeding, so he quickly stopped the bleeding for her.

Manager Kong asked people to bring the key and unlocked the chains on Rong'er and Zhuangzi's hands and feet. Rong'er and Zhuangzi still have iron chains on their hands and feet until now.

gave Rong'er a pill, and the traditional Chinese doctor said to Dai Liu'er: "Dai Daxia! It's okay! She's fine! She's in good health! She was tired and unconscious, and it had nothing to do with the miscarriage. ”

After a while, Rong'er woke up. The bleeding below also stopped.

"Rong'er! Woooooo Zhuangzi pounced and checked on Rong'er.

"It's okay! Brother Zhuang! It's okay! Don't cry! Rong'er can still give birth to Brother Zhuang! Rong'er said with a tired smile on her face.

"Rong'er! Woowoo woo ......"

Dai Liu'er came over, leaned over to check it, and nodded towards Rong'er.

"Mother!" Rong'er looked at Dai Liu'er and shouted.

At that moment, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. When she saw that her mother was fine, she was relieved.

"She needs to rest, don't disturb her. Oh! Scrub her body with hot water first, and then change all the clothes on her body. If you wear this dress, you can wear it without being sick. The Chinese doctor confessed again.

Mr. Kong, who was standing outside the door, heard this, and hurriedly shouted at a clever guard: "Go quickly, go quickly!" Prepare bath water and clothes! Let the harem arrange a few maids to come over, and they must be strong and have steady hands and feet. ”

Song Juecheng's dormitory.

With the support of everyone, Song Quecheng entered the dormitory, and under the service of several maids, he hurriedly took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and came out in a hurry.

In the hall of the dormitory, the floor has been cleaned and the belongings have been organized. But! The air was still filled with the smell of blood.

"Lord!" Song Rongzi stepped forward quickly, stood on the side in front of Song Kecheng, and waited for the lord's question.

"How's it going?" Song Juecheng asked anxiously.

"Back to the Lord! There was no movement in the capital, and the Taoists who were hiding did not move......"

"What about Zhuangzi?" Song Kecheng interrupted.

"Zhuangzi he?"

Song Quecheng couldn't wait to ask, "He? What happened to him? ”

"Return to the Lord!" Song Rongzi took another small step forward and said in a low voice: "Zhuangzi, he didn't oppose, he recognized his mother." Lord! It's just that? ”

"Just what?" Song Juecheng shouted impatiently.

He was very dissatisfied with Song Rongzi's spitting. What he wants is results! What happened to Zhuangzi? What attitude? What is the performance? Didn't scare him? Did it achieve the desired effect?

"Rong'er, she had a miscarriage! According to the Chinese doctor, it is a boy......"

"What? Miscellaneous? What? When Song Quecheng heard this, his head suddenly became big!

How? Why did this moth come out again?

"But Rong'er is very good, the Chinese doctor gave her a pill, stopped the bleeding, and she will be fine after a few days of recuperation......"

"The widow is going to see!" Song Kecheng interrupted.

"No! Lord! Song Rongzi stopped. Right now! Princess Qinglian couldn't accept it, crying for her grandson! Zhuangzi he? I may not be able to figure it out for a while......"

"That and that?" Song Quecheng said anxiously: "The widow can't be without expression, right?" ”

"The Lord can ask the imperial chef to send some tonic soup to Rong Er and take care of it. As for Zhuangzi, there is no need for the Lord to see him in person, just let Princess Qinglian tell him......"

Under Song Rongzi's persuasion, Song Quecheng quieted down.

When he came to the place where he usually handled official business, Song Juecheng didn't have the heart to put himself into work, and still asked uneasily: "What about those Taoists outside the capital?" ”

"Back to the Lord! The slave has already sent someone, and there should be no major incident. There is no accident in the palace, and the Taoists outside can't be chaotic! ”

Song Juecheng listened, and his brows furrowed again.

I thought: This Zhuangzi! It's no wonder that the black-clothed manager wants to kill him, and he is really not an ordinary person? If you really kill him, it will really lead the Taoist rebellion! Such a character, it is not to kill him! If you don't kill him, it's a trouble, and it's not! This, this, this?

"That? The black-clad boss is in charge of him? What should the widow do with him? Song Juecheng raised his head and looked at Song Rongzi.

Song Rongzi thought for a while and said, "Since Father-in-law Wu called him away, let Father-in-law Wu handle it!" ”

Song Kecheng nodded and did not speak again.

Although he didn't know the specific reason yet, he had already guessed that the black-clothed guards must have done a lot of shameful things in it. Otherwise? After gaining power, he was very rude to Grandpa Wu, and he suppressed Grandpa Wu with a big hat at every turn.

And today! When Gonggong Wu appeared, the black-clothed guard was so frightened that he knelt on the spot.

If he hadn't been at fault, he wouldn't have done this!

Gonggong Wu returned to the underground secret room in the dormitory, drank the others back, and left the black-clothed guards alone.

The black-clothed guard lost his former prerogativeness, lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"I can take your life at any time while I'm still alive! You can do it yourself! Grandpa Wu sat down in his usual retreat position, opened his eyes, and looked at the black-clothed guard.

Seeing the black-clothed guard lying there, he didn't say anything more, reached out and pressed a button beside him, opened the mechanism on the bedside, and took out a box from it. Then take out a jade bottle from the box, uncork the jade bottle, pour out a pill, and swallow it.

I worked hard to expand the effect of the pill, and then slowly opened my eyes.

"The reason I didn't kill you is because I'm old! By the side of the Lord, there is also a need for a younger personal and intimate guard. Remembering your loyalty to the Lord, I didn't kill you!

And also! I promised the Lord that I must find the little princess and take care of the little princess. Right now! I'm going to make good on my promise.

I really didn't imagine that you would be like this! How dare you even kill me! If you continue like this, you'll die quickly. Even if the Lord doesn't kill you, others won't be able to get used to your domineering!

Be faithful to the Lord! Instead of worrying! You are worried about how to protect the Lord, not how the Lord will handle affairs.

As the king of a country, if the Lord did not have that ability, how could the Lord give up the throne to him?

What do you think? It took nearly a lifetime of hard work for the ancestor to get the position of the king of the Song Kingdom, and he could pass on the throne to a son who had no talent? So? Wasn't his life's work in vain?

I have followed the Prophet for more than 40 years, and I have never asked about the Lord. The master does things first, and we and other minions can't understand it. But! It turned out to be good! As a king! I don't care about the process, I care about the result! It's like when we go to a certain place, no matter which path we choose to take, we have only one purpose, that is, to be able to reach that place and accomplish the goal. Even if! ……”