Is this kid Murong Qi's? Or, Murong Qi deceived herself, and Leng Qinglang had actually had a spring breeze darkness long before the Mid-Autumn Festival, which made her secretly knotted? I just don't know.

Thinking of Fang Pinzhi again, the hooligans who frequently enter and leave the palace in the guise of men and women, this answer is even more intriguing.

Child, is it Fang Pinzhi's, or Murong Qi's?

Is it possible that Leng Qinglang was pregnant with Fang Pinzhi's child and deliberately designed the Mid-Autumn Festival night, just for the sake of the mother and the child?

Is she afraid that she will continue to ask questions after getting to the bottom of the matter, and she will really have a weak heart as a thief?

Now that Fang Pinzhi is dead, there is no proof, who the child is, this must be asked Murong Qi to know, only he knows it.

There is a good saying, good and evil are rewarded, and it is true. Leng Qinghuan was kind for a while, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain. And Leng Qinglang framed herself in a cotentious manner, I'm afraid I don't know, she has already exposed her feet.

This child must be kept for her, and she must not be fine. One day, the truth will be revealed.

Leng Qinghuan used the buzzing needle to stabilize Leng Qinglang's situation, and after a long silence, Murong Qi finally couldn't help but ask: "She... How are the kids? ”

Leng Qinghuan said lightly: "Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, I have done my best, whether I can keep it depends on the will of heaven." ”

Murong Qi said "um" softly and said "thank you".

This thank you made Leng Qinghuan's sensitive heart sink again, just like he and Leng Qinglang are a family, and he is just a doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded, an outsider. That's why there is such a polite and distant thank you.

She silently withdrew.

Her mind is too chaotic, and she needs time and space to sort out her chaotic thoughts.

Shen Linfeng and Qi Jingyun had already said goodbye and left, and the subordinates in the mansion seemed to be running in a panic about Leng Qinglang's miscarriage, but they clearly didn't do anything and couldn't help anything.

Concubine Hui stayed in front of Leng Qinglang, and Murong Qi did not come out with him.

Whether Leng Qinglang is likable or not, the child in her belly is something they are worried about.

Leng Qinghuan took a deep breath, leaned against the pillars, and raised his face to look at the sky. The harsh midday sun sprinkled on his face, burning his eyes until he felt sour and tears.

Murong Qi didn't know when he appeared behind her, called out Qinghuan in a low voice, and then said to her again: "Thank you." ”

"The imperial doctor said that the fetus is saved for the time being, and it must be kept in bed to recuperate."

Leng Qinghuan tugged at the corners of her lips: "Why do you want to say thank you to me?" ”

"I thought you wouldn't want to make a move."

"Do you also think that I deliberately let Leng Qinglang miscarry? I sprinkled that musk powder on her clothes. ”

Murong Qi didn't say yes, nor did he say no, but just asked her, "Who do you think it will be?" Jingyun? Or is it the wind? ”

Leng Qinghuan turned his face and looked at Murong Qi seriously: "Why don't you think it's Leng Qinglang's own bitter plan?" ”

Murong Qi shook his head: "Because, Leng Qinglang looks forward to this child more than anyone else, and uses this child as a tool to turn over, and will never joke with him." ”

"A little musk powder, as long as you know a little bit of medical skills, you know, you don't have frequent contact, there is no. Speaking of which, are you still doubting me? Linfeng and Jingyun have no grievances with Leng Qinglang, how can they start? ”

"You misunderstood what I meant, Qinghuan, I never doubted you."

"But in the end, it's up to me to bear the blame." Leng Qinghuan sighed: "I saved her, but I just didn't want you to be embarrassed among us, I didn't want you to feel distressed, that's all." ”

Murong Qi raised his hand and gently swept the tails of her eyes with his calloused fingertips. There, a little wet.

"I'm sorry for wronging you."

Leng Qinghuan blinked: "If, one day, I am like Leng Qinglang, begging you, will you feel the same sorry for me and the child in my womb?" ”

Murong Qi shook his head and said firmly, "There will never be such a day. ”

"I mean what if!" Leng Qinghuan accentuated his tone.

Murong Qi looked at her seriously: "I am so serious about being good to you, but you have been doubting my sincerity. I don't hurt you, who do you hurt? ”

A smile slowly rippled on Leng Qinghuan's face, like the first bloom of a flower, revealing its fragrance.

"Words count."

Murong Qi shook his head helplessly: "Am I just making you insecure?" ”

It's not that you make me insecure, it's the way of the world. Those who are pervasive and want to snatch you.

She sighed and didn't answer: "I'll go back and get some medicine for Leng Qinglang, and you let her take it on time every day." ”

The food box has been packed up, taken out, and waited quietly aside.

Leng Qinghuan opened the food box, reached into his hand, and pretended to take the medicine. But I didn't want to, my fingertips hurt, and it seemed that I was stabbed by something sharp.

She hurriedly retracted her hand and looked closely, it turned out that there was an abrupt bamboo thorn on the top of the food box that had not been polished, and it was just pierced into her fingertips, which was quite deep.

Murong Qi heard her exclamation, stepped forward to check, and saw that there were already beads of blood on her fingertips, and hurriedly put them in her mouth.

Leng Qinghuan really wants to say that this is unhygienic. But Murong Qi swept the tip of his tongue over her fingers, and it was warm for a while, and that feeling, like being pampered in her mouth, actually made her enjoy it very much.

"Why was it so careless?" Murong Qi stopped the bleeding for her, and touched the handkerchief from her sleeve, as if she had completely forgotten that Leng Qinghuan was a doctor herself.

Leng Qinghuan pouted: "Where can I be wary of it, there will be bamboo thorns in this food box." It's been used for so long, and it's never been pricked. ”

Murong Qi lowered his head and carefully pulled out the bamboo thorns for her, carefully.

"Then I'll go back and ask the craftsman in the house to design a lightweight and easy-to-use medicine box for you. Otherwise, carrying a food box in and out all day long will soon become the symbol of your Qi princess. ”

Leng Qinghuan chuckled, feeling that his thorn was not in vain, looking at him spoiling himself like this, because of the unhappiness brought by Leng Qinglang, it disappeared in an instant, and was thrown into the clouds, and the tangled things in his heart were also solved.

For this medicine box, she felt that it didn't matter, anyway, it was just an ornament, and it was good to be light.

"That's it, I'll go back and let Doudou check it carefully, it's really not good, add a layer of cloth lining inside."

Sticking to the side, seeing that Leng Qinghuan was injured, he also felt a little guilty, carefully looked at the food box, and pondered how to improve it.

When you look left and right, you just feel that something is wrong.

"Miss." She snorted and called out Leng Qinghuan.

"What's wrong?"

"This food box is not the one you used originally."

"Huh?" Leng Qinghuan raised her eyebrows: "I didn't change it." ”

"I know, but, but I often carry that food box in my hand, and I remember it clearly. This one looks exactly like the other, and even the handles are shiny. However, there are still differences in the texture of this bamboo weaving. "Doudou is more and more determined.