From then on, Jiang Wei forced herself to eat those big tonic soups, and sometimes she vomited, but she had to endure and continue to drink them.

Di Huaibei's persuasion many times was ineffective, but he could only see it in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

This kind of day lasted for about three months, and the good news that Jiang Wei was pregnant came again, and there was a smile on her face.

This pregnancy, Di Huaibei instructed the hospital to check the pulse three times a day in the morning, noon and evening.

Jiang Wei also paid more attention, was cautious every day, and refused to go anywhere when she stayed in the house.

She didn't like to stay in the house in the past, but now she seems to have given up her freedom for the sake of her children.

Di Huaibei felt sorry for her like this, but he couldn't persuade her no matter how he persuaded her, so he simply accompanied her to talk in the house all day long.

I was pregnant for ten months, but fortunately, the fetal heart rate has always been there, but the closer I got to the birth, the more worried the two became.

On this day, Jiang Wei had a faint feeling of pain in her stomach, and at this time she seemed to be panicked, and took Di Huaibei's hand and said, "Huaibei, our child will be fine." ”

"Definitely."

Di Huaibei stared at the dense sweat on her forehead, and reached out to wipe the sweat for her, "Wei'er, don't be nervous, the imperial doctor said that the child's fetal heart rate is normal and it will be fine." ”

……

After two hours of childbirth, a son and a daughter were born............ Dead babies.

This time, she still didn't hear the child's cry, Jiang Wei chuckled in her heart, and struggled to stand up.

Xu had a hard time getting up, and she bit her lip so hard that her lips were bitten through the skin.

The blood instantly stained the pale lips, and with the loss of luster in the eyes, a sense of desolation arose.

"Wei'er......" Emperor Huaibei slightly opened his lips.

"Fuck off."

Jiang Wei pushed away Di Huaibei with one hand, walked straight towards Mama, and reached out to snatch the child in their hands.

Looking at the silent child, she staggered and asked, "Why ......?"

"Why do this to children?"

She "poofed" and fell to her knees on the ground, crying silently.

Di Huaibei also can't accept such a result, how dare God make such a joke with him!

He held back the sadness in his heart, squatted down, put his arm around her shoulder, and comforted: "Wei'er, you can't cry, you'll get eye disease." ”

Who knew that Jiang Wei pushed him away with an angry face, crying: "It's all your fault, if it weren't for you, they wouldn't have died!" ”

Her nonsensical blame was just to vent the pain in her heart, and she didn't really blame Di Huaibei.

"Blame me."

The overwhelming desolation struck Emperor Huaibei, as if to annihilate him.

It's all to blame on him, if he hadn't insisted on keeping her back then, she might still be a gentle woman who doesn't know what to worry about.

……

The news that the demon concubine was crazy spread like a weed, growing rapidly throughout the capital.

Many ministers in the court secretly applauded that the queen had dominated the harem for several years, and they, the courtiers, had long been dissatisfied.

Royal Palace, Saint-Vivi Palace.

A bright yellow figure had just stepped into the Shengwei Palace, and the next second a pillow hit him.

At the same time, accompanied by the woman's sharp scream, "Get out, you all get out of here." ”

"Vile." Di Huaibei stubbornly endured this pillow and said distressedly.

The dignified and gentle woman in the past is now like a madman, and if she is sober, she probably doesn't want to see herself like this.

His heart was like a termite erosion, eating at his heart little by little, and this pain seemed to be even more uncomfortable.

"Get out, you get out of me, you killed them in Emperor Huaibei."

The woman rushed towards him with her unkempt hair, and kept pounding his chest, Di Huaibei stood motionless, no matter how the woman bit him and disturbed him, he didn't blink his eyes, and he didn't seem to feel pain.

After a while, Jiang Wei's strength also passed, slipped to the ground, and cried: "Why, why is this happening!" ”

"What did I, Jiang Wei, do, God want to do this to me." She reached out and grabbed her hair, her face in pain.

Di Huaibei squatted down and imprisoned Jiang Wei in his arms with both hands, preventing her from hurting herself.

And he couldn't restrain his emotions any longer, leaning against her head and whimpering in a low voice.

The woman in her arms was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and after a while, her voice was so light that it was ethereal, "Huaibei, I'm tired." ”

"I'm sorry." Di Huaibei hoarse.

……

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the season of the first snow.

Palazzo Sainte-Wey, window.

The woman was dressed in a red wedding dress, wearing a phoenix crown, her eyes fell on the red plums in full bloom in the garden, and she said softly: "The first snow has arrived......"

Huaibei, I'm sorry.

May the king's wives and concubines be in groups, and the children will be full.

……

May we never see each other again in the afterlife.

The woman closed her eyes, and at the same time, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she slowly fell to the cold ground.

The cold wind blew the piece of paper on the table and fell on the woman's body.

On the drawing paper, a man and a woman are sketched with charcoal, surrounded by four children with double buns.

It was supposed to be a happy painting, but because the people in the painting have no facial features, it reveals a sad meaning.

……

Di Huaibei kicked open the closed door, and what came into his eyes was the red on the ground near the window, and there was a thin layer of snow on his body, which fell in from the window.

With a "snap", the tray in his hand fell from his hand, scattering glutinous rice dumplings all over the ground, and at the same time, a cloud of hot air rose, and gradually the cold wind swallowed up the heat.

Just like Di Huaibei's heart at this moment, it is empty, cold, and cool.

He walked towards Jiang Wei step by step, and finally knelt on the ground on both knees, stared at her silent face, and roared, "Wei'er, you lied to me......"

"You said you wanted to eat the dumplings I made, and I made a lot of bowls of ...... with joy."

He reached out and took her in his arms, his face close to her cold, piercing cheeks, and wept bitterly.

I've never done anything unreasonable, so why did I end up like this?

I am not reconciled!

……

In the winter of the seventeenth year of Anhe, the first snow.

Near the east of the border, Lingshan underground.

The huge gossip array is surrounded by dark iron, and in the center is a man with a vicissitudes of life, and his eyes are like dead silence.

A woman not far away was holding her newly-term child, with a hint of water in her eyes, "Your Majesty, I will take care of him." ”

Hearing this, the man slowly raised his head, and the old voice said, "I owe you, I can't pay you back." ”

"Mei'er is willing to do all this for the emperor and the queen, and the emperor doesn't have to feel guilty."

"In the future, when the emperor sees the queen mother, he asks the queen mother for Mei'er, do you remember the orphans under the red plum tree?"

Saying that, Mei'er choked up, and said, "Your Majesty, you and the queen must be happy." ”

In this way, he will live up to the emperor's painstaking efforts.

"Hmm."

Di Huaibei's gaze fell on the red-clothed woman lying quietly on the altar not far away, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Wait for me.

He pursed his lips slightly, "Let's get started." ”

The old man in Taoist clothes bit his fingertips and drew a talisman on the yellow paper, and finally landed on the Xuantie.

"Sacrifice the god of Yin Mountain with the soul of the unicorn, and the current emperor Huaibei is willing to be a prisoner of Yin Mountain for a hundred years, and the two souls will be reborn and meet."

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