Leng Qinghuan's heart also suddenly rose to his throat, forgetting the injuries on his body, jumping out of the car, snorting, and falling to the ground in embarrassment. Then he gritted his teeth and got up, separating the crowd and rushing over.

The woman had fallen in a pool of blood, red and white flowing down the ground. Her eyes widened and she smiled contentedly, "See? I'm not pregnant, and my stomach is full of water. Now, can I prove my innocence? You should believe it, right? ”

Leng Qinghuan knelt down in front of her, looking at her covered in blood, and it became difficult to breathe, what kind of world is this? Is it so important to be a woman, to be innocent, and to be honorable?

"I won't let you die, you can still be saved, trust me, I'll operate on you now. Come on, hurry up and prepare ......"

She was stunned when she said this, what are you going to prepare? Sterile operating room? Sutures? Hanging bottles? It's not modern here, there is no advanced medical equipment, how can it be saved? Even if she is saved, her liver disease has reached an advanced stage, how to treat it?

The woman smiled miserably, already angry: "Madam, thank you for proving my innocence, you don't have to save it." I've lived enough, and I'd better die than let me survive in the middle of someone else's guidance! ”

Her mother-in-law rushed over and cried: "You are dead, how can I live as a lonely mother-in-law in the future?" ”

A neighbor next to him condemned: "Now that I think of my daughter-in-law's goodness, who beat and scolded her at the beginning?" Since your son died, people have determined not to remarry, and they can be filial to you. ”

Immediately, many people chimed in, pointing to the mother-in-law and asking questions.

Leng Qinghuan watched weakly as the woman closed her eyes, slowly got up with the support of Doudou, took a deep breath, and angrily said coldly: "Enough! Is there an end? ”

The crowd fell silent for a moment. Leng Qinghuan had red eyes, slowly scanned the crowd, and Murong Qi, who was still sitting upright and looked indifferent: "The lips and tongue are hurting swords, you have already killed this innocent woman, do you want to continue to force this old man to death?" Are you excited to see this tragedy? Is steamed bun dipped in human blood delicious? Yes? Is it tasty? ”

It was as quiet as death, no one spoke, and no one felt guilty about it.

Leng Qinghuan clutched his heart, slowly returned to the carriage, buried his face in the crook of his arm weakly, and was silent for a long time.

Murong Qi's hand holding the reins of the horse tightened, his eyes darkened and glanced at the miserable scene on the ground, pursed his thin lips, and felt that her last words were like a heavy hammer falling on his heart, a mess.

What is human blood steamed buns?

If she is unmarried and pregnant, spread out and dried in front of the Queen Mother, what kind of tragic ending will it have? Dipping pig cage? Or is it a matter of death?

The carriage drove away slowly. Comforting him softly, Leng Qinghuan was sad for a long time, and finally spoke out with difficulty: "I'm really useless, I can't even save such a simple injury, if I have a nano ring, I might be able to try." ”

Doudou blinked suspiciously: "What ring?" Does Miss mean this? ”

Leng Qinghuan raised her face and saw a dusty and inconspicuous ring lying quietly in the palm of her hand, she was stunned, and her eyes widened and widened.

How can it be? Nano rings! I actually crossed with myself!

"That's it, where did it come from?"

"When the slave maid bandaged the young lady, she found that it was a beryllium copper rotten iron that was worthless, so she put it away first."

Not worth it? This is a priceless treasure!

Leng Qinghuan trembled and put the ring on his index finger, closed his eyes, and a very ironing comfort came over, reaching the limbs and hundreds of bones. I quickly received instructions in my head, entered the password, and then opened the ring library, and the first task was to open a scan of my body.

The ring library brings together CT, MRI, imaging and other common medical testing functions, only a simple scan, the results are transmitted to the brain waves, and she knows the injury in her heart.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt the lungs, but the wound was quite deep, and there was too much blood loss, which was not a small trauma to the body.

She curled her hands into her cuffs and tried to get the medicine from the ring vault, and it worked! This made her feel a kind of surprise that she had never been able to survive, and her hands couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"Doudou, help me guard the car door, I need to take care of the wound briefly."

Doudou immediately obediently moved to the door of the car, opened the curtain a little gap, and looked outside.

Leng Qinghuan turned his back, neatly took out autolysis threads, suture needles, tetanus and other surgical supplies, sutured his wounds, bandaged them, put on his clothes, and the carriage had arrived at the gate of the palace.

Murong Qi turned over and dismounted, handed over the reins to the guards at the palace gate, and without looking at Leng Qinghuan behind him, he entered the palace gate by himself.

He stood tall and tall, strutted high, and walked with a sassy wind. Leng Qinghuan was injured again, walking along the long red wall road, step by step, walking very hard, and sweating in pain.

Murong Qi left her and Doudou far behind, his face full of impatience.

In his opinion, the injuries on Leng Qinghuan's body were just broken flesh. He believes that this woman married into the palace with a dead face, and she must have been pretending to be repentant of her marriage, including the just right coma yesterday, which was all a trick to play with herself. Now that I have really entered the palace, I immediately panicked, so I rubbed it like this.

He first went to the Yanqing Palace, where the emperor lived, but when the emperor was not there, the chamberlain told him that the emperor and the ministers were discussing matters in the imperial study, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

He limped and went to the Empress Dowager's Ci'an Palace, and the Empress Dowager said that the Empress Dowager was unwell, so he was exempted from thanks.

The queen also avoided it, and only let the palace people spread the word, saying that if the two of them entered the palace, they would just go and kowtow to his biological mother, Concubine Hui.

Although they are in the deep palace, they are deaf and clear-sighted, and they must know about the farce that happened at the gate of the Qiwang Mansion yesterday. All of them invariably gave the two of them a closed door, obviously a little disappointed.

When Murong Qi came back, his face was even more gloomy, his angular face seemed to contain a storm, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Leng Qinghuan never asked him where he was going, like a headless fly, following him, almost half a circle in the harem, losing half of his life, and then came to the Pujia Hall where Concubine Hui lived, and the sweat had soaked the underwear. A strand of hair was also wet and clinging to the smooth forehead, very embarrassed.

The palace maid respectfully invited the two in, Concubine Hui sat on the top, the beads were green, the posture was gorgeous, the wealth was compelling, and when she saw Leng Qinghuan, she slowly hooked the corners of her lips: "Coming?" ”

Leng Qinghuan just glanced at it, then immediately lowered his head, stepped forward with Murong Qi, and gave Concubine Hui a salute. Lifting the eyelids, you can only see Concubine Hui's pair of apricot pink embroidered shoes decorated with pink pearls.

Concubine Hui bowed her head with satisfaction, and a slightly older grandmother standing behind her saluted the two, and opened her mouth with a smile: "The old slave gives the prince, and the princess says goodbye." ”

Concubine Hui narrowed a pair of slightly sharp eyes, spoke lightly, and tapped the table with her impatiens nails: "I actually let the grandmother of the Jingshi room wait for me all morning, and the two of you are too sleepy, what time is this?" ”

Mama hurriedly said in a hurry: "Concubine Hui is polite, isn't the old slave greedy to talk to you for a while, didn't you come early?" ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't argue, the scene he made at the wedding yesterday was really a bit unlucky, and it provoked the recurrence of the old lady's old illness, and it was reasonable for this mother-in-law to see herself as unpleasant and picky, not to mention that people spoke kindly.

"Qinghuan confesses his sin."

The smile on Concubine Hui's lips was not shallow, it was just right. And the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all sharp, and there was no smile: "Take out Fupa and let Mama check it." ”

Leng Qinghuan couldn't help but be stunned: "Forpa? ”

What is this?

Concubine Hui's face was a little heavy, and her grandmother on the side explained: "It's the red veil, the princess Niangniang, the respectful room needs to be seen, verified and innocated, and then registered." ”