Whether or not to execute this child should be handled by Song Chumo, not them.

So Ning Jiao thinks there is a good saying, everyone is a woman, in this case, why should women be embarrassed by women? ?

Isn't it okay to leave a way out?

Who doesn't have a desperate and helpless need, you block your way so dead, there is really something in the future, you want to find someone to help, but people don't dare to help you, for fear that you will be calculated by you again if you help you.

*

When Song Chumo came back, it was night, and it was dark.

Hearing Guan Xiang say that Ning Jiao refused to go to live in the West Wing, he was still slightly surprised, and then regained his calm.

"Mrs. Ning's appetite doesn't seem to be very good at night, so she went back without eating much."

Song Chumo wrinkled his eyebrows, thought for a moment and thought only to think: "Is the food not the same as the appetite?" ”

"It doesn't look like it." Guan Xiang recalled that when she had dinner at night, Ning Jiao had a sad expression, and the dishes she ate were all hot dishes, she didn't eat cold dishes at all, and she didn't move the spicy dishes much.

She thought about it for a while, and suddenly understood: "It should be a small day coming, Mrs. Ning is taboo." ”

"Little day?" Song Chumo's brows furrowed again, seeing that Guan Xiang's expression was strange, he suddenly reacted to something, and he nodded calmly: "Then prepare some light dishes in the next few days, and let people stew some chicken soup or other hot people every day." ”

"Okay."

Song Chumo returned to the Shulan Pavilion, and Ning Jiao was already lying on the bed and preparing to sleep.

The precursors of menstruation, chest pain, loss of appetite, drowsiness, she was all stained.

When I was drowsy, I suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

She opened half of her eyes, looked at the man who came in from outside, shouted "Lord Wang" weakly, closed her eyes and continued to brew sleep.

The sound of a wheelchair running over the ground is rhythmic, like a lullaby.

Ning Jiao was half asleep and half awake, and felt the movement coming from the side, it was as if he was holding something, and the movement was very light, but the room was quiet and there was no other sound and no one spoke, and the sound of him holding something was infinitely amplified.

Stumbling, Ning Jiao was noisy, and her mind slowly became clearer.

She squinted, her eyes staring at the man who was rummaging through the cabinets looking for clothes, and asked out loud, "Lord Wang, I want to discuss something with you." ”

"Huh?" The man looked back, his eyebrows faint: "Don't sleep?" I also have something to tell you. ”

He also had something to tell her? What's up?

Ning Jiao blinked, and was half awake from drowsiness.

She rubbed her chin against the quilt and smiled: "The prince said first." ”

Song Chumo didn't shirk her, and said slowly: "There has been a case of a missing woman in Junan County recently, I plan to go over to see what is going on, and I will deal with it if I can handle it." ”

"Huh?" Ning Jiao was stunned for a moment, her face was a little shocked: "This is what I want to tell the prince!" ”

He was not surprised, "Gu Changfeng told you that day." ”

Ning Jiao didn't expect him to guess, and nodded: "Yes." ”

"I entered the palace today to tell my father about this." Song Chumo said again, staring at Ning Jiao with dark and deep eyes, and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled: "It's going to be hard and Jiaojiao these days." ”

This sentence made her wonder.

Ning Jiao's face was confused: "What is the hard work for me?" ”

Song Chumo coughed lightly: "What I said to my father is that I will only take you alone." ”