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A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Duguxi, who was lying in the dormitory of Yonghua Palace in Lingguo to raise a fetus, planted himself from the couch without warning.

On the carpet in front of the couch, there were blood stains.

The sudden bone-eroding colic in his body made the young man's eyes widen, his face was completely white, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......"

Curled up a little bit, but the pervasive heartache in his body made him have to bite his lip to restrain the painful scream.

Good...... It hurts......

Hearing the movement, Qiu Yan hurriedly flew forward, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The young man struggled to raise his eyes, and his voice was hoarse from the extreme pain: "Today...... ...... months"

"Today is November 18." Qiu Yan replied, and then asked again, "Prince Dugu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Duguxi gasped rapidly, clutching the clothes in his heart, the green tendons on his forehead protruding one by one, obviously suffering great pain.

Qiu Yan saw that he was not disguised, and the situation was obviously not good, so he hurriedly called someone to inform the regent, and a hidden guard guarding outside the palace quickly flew away.

Nan Mohao, who was dealing with the government affairs in the imperial study, heard the report, frowned slightly, got up and rushed to Yonghua Palace.

When he stepped into the temple gate, he saw the young man who had been very peaceful these days lying on the ground, his body curled up in pain, his delicate face was blinded by cold sweat, and his face was so white that there was no trace of blood.

The hair was messy, and the body couldn't help but provoke bursts of tremors and unconscious struggles, as well as involuntary gasps and suppressed moans in the throat: "It hurts ......"

"What's going on?" Nan Mohao squatted down in front of him and grabbed his hand, "What happened?" ”

Qiu Yan's expression changed slightly: "The slave maid doesn't know." Prince Dugu was resting on the couch when he suddenly fell down, and then it became like this. ”

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......" The young man grabbed Nan Mohao's hand as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, but he had already lost his mind under the frenzy, and the corners of his mouth made a choppy and hoarse voice, "Your Majesty...... I hurt ......."

Nan Mohao frowned, hurriedly turned around and went to the inner hall, found a small bottle in the wall of the bed, poured out the pill inside, turned around and walked to the young man, and stuffed one of the pills into his mouth: "Swallow." ”

The young man was in a frenzy, his hands grasping the placket of his clothes for a while, and clasping the velvet blanket under him for a while, but no matter how much strength he exerted, he could not alleviate the great pain of the cone and the bite of his internal organs.

Nan Mohao frowned, stretched out his hand to the back of his neck, and the young man's body suddenly froze and couldn't move.

Nan Mohao ordered Qiu Yan to pour a glass of water, raised the young man's chin slightly, poured some water into the young man's mouth very slowly, lifted his chin with his hand, and swallowed the pill and water in his mouth.

Dugu Xi had been tortured to the point of delirium, and at this time, Nan Mohao's movements did not react to him at all.

Although he was pointed, the trembling caused by the severe pain still existed, his eyes were confused, and cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead.

Nan Mohao stared at him silently for a while, stretched out his hand to tap the back of his neck, and said lightly: "Prince Dugu." ”

With the pill in his abdomen, the boy gradually quieted down, his sweat-soaked hair covering his forehead, and he could hear the trembling after the pain in his rapid breathing.