Through the door, you can still hear the sobbing of the little palace maid, like a sad and long song, cut constantly, and the reason is still messy. Shen Yun really sat on the quilt, the earth dragon in the dormitory was warm, and the roasting people were a little drowsy.

Her hands were on her flat lower abdomen, her stomach hurt, her back hurt, and it felt as if someone had stripped her veins out of her body one by one. She still sat still, enduring the pain slowly sweeping through her body like a worm.

Her thoughts were chaotic, she covered her cheeks, unable to think, her mind was tired and heavy, as if it were an old carriage, which had accumulated over time and had formed a thick rust that could no longer be started.

Kid, kid, kid. She didn't dare to continue thinking or close her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the crimson color of the sky, it was blood, it was the blood of her child, and it was flowing soothingly towards her.

The door suddenly opened, bringing in a chill, and she heard someone walk in, but ignored it.

The footsteps gradually walked towards her until the curtain was lifted.

Nan Jingpei stood in front of her bed for a while, looking at her quietly like a statue. After a long time, he suddenly reached out and touched her forehead.

Her forehead was slightly noticed, apparently with some fever.

She seemed to be a little disgusted, and shrank back, dodging his hand.

Nan Jingpei exhaled heavily, bent down and looked at her gently: "Your body is not well, why don't you lie down and rest?" ”

Shen Yunzhen's gaze gradually moved to his face, and that familiar and clear face seemed strange to her today. She stared blankly at this handsome face, and only after a long time did she shake her head resolutely.

Nan Jingpei was a little embarrassed, but still sat down patiently, put her hands on her shoulders, and said softly: "You listen to my explanation to you." ”

She didn't speak, covering her ears with her hands.

Nanjingpei's eyebrows jumped slightly, and she quickly retracted her hand as if she had been clicked.

"Things are not what you think," he propped his hands on the bed and leaned forward, just in time to get to Shen Yunzhen's side: "You completely misunderstood, that is also my child, how can I be so ruthless?" ”

Cruel? How so? Shen Yunzhen snorted softly, her gaze slightly sideways, and finally squinted at Nan Jingpei's eyes.

"Didn't you force me to eat that plate of begonia crisp?" She asked.

Nan Jingpei gasped heavily, her two thick eyebrows frowned, and she was a little speechless. Could it be that in her eyes, he would be such a cold-blooded and ruthless person? Even if he is, can't the thousands of days and nights they get along with each other day and night give her a special trust in him?

Before he came in, Liu February's book had already told him about the matter. He still sensed the complexity of the matter, and even regretted it a little, he shouldn't have forced her to eat, but he was just thinking about her body at the time. He was just worried too much, and he couldn't suppress his anger for a while.

He's not the kind of person who is so cruel that he can even mutilate his own flesh and blood!

She sat there with her knees crossed, gently resting her chin on her knees, her long black waterfall hair scattered like the Milky Way at night.

She sat there silently until the moonlight went down and only the soft breathing of her could be heard in the darkness. He also sat there, doing numb legs.

Above the tower, the drum of the third watch sounded, and he shuddered suddenly, and his consciousness seemed to be clear in an instant.

The pale moonlight shone through the unwindowed room, shining silvery.

The flood of memories flooded him in an instant.

He could vaguely see someone standing beside him, and it was pitch black all around, except for the red-makeup woman standing in the bright light. She stared at him stupidly, like a glimpse of her youth.

Ying Qiu? He felt his hairs stand on end, staring at the moonlit face, staring at her slowly walking towards him.

She looked at him with a smile: "Nan Jingpei, you also have today?" ”

He shuddered suddenly, only to realize that the hall was empty, and there was no one in the hall, only the moonlight was desolate.

He turned his head and just happened to meet Shen Yunzhen's gaze.

"Let's go." She stared at him for a while, and finally said word by word.

Nan Jingpei frowned and stroked her shoulder: "I didn't do it. ”

"Leave me alone."

"It's really not me!"

"You let go of me!"

"Calm down, listen to me, it's really not me!"

He almost growled, and he put his arm on her shoulder, staring at her frightened yet sad face. She was silent again, her gaze slowly lowered, and finally drifted to a no-man's corner.

Again, she again!

Nan Jingpei only felt that a fire suddenly ignited in her heart, but she was as cold as ice.

He would rather she beat him and scold him, or cry bitterly, it would be better than her being so cold and not saying a word.

"Why don't you believe me?" He frowned and shook her shoulders heavily: "Am I such a ruthless person in your heart? Will I harm you? Why don't you ever believe me!? ”

She stared at him, a cold tear slowly flowed down the corner of her eye, and then the tears fell like beads of broken threads.

He couldn't see her crying, and tried to wipe the tears off her cheeks, but the tears couldn't be wiped clean.

He finally hugged her, wrapping her cheek tightly in the crook of his arm. He couldn't stop comforting her, he brushed her back, it was so thin. She was trembling from crying, and Nan Jingpei's heart trembled.

"Zhen'er, Zhen'er won't cry anymore." Nan Jingpei kissed her forehead with a slurp.

She finally grabbed him by the hem of his shirt and whimpered and cried.

"It's not me, it's really not, you have to believe me." He kept repeating until her body snuggled softly into his arms.

She finally fainted due to lack of physical strength, and Nan Jingpei sighed abruptly, wiping away the fine and dense cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

She slept peacefully, the tears on her cheeks were not dry, and Nan Jingpei moistened her handkerchief with warm water and wiped it for him little by little. Her forehead was hot, and she thought she was having a high fever again.

He folded the quilt for her, got up and walked out of the temple.

It snowed again at night, and it seemed to hold back a momentum, as if it was going to drown everything in the Qi Palace in the snow.

Candles are lit in the stone building outside the hall, and a row of hydrangea glass lamps illuminate the courtyard with bright tiles.

Liu February's face was still standing in the courtyard, his face was red from the cold, and his hands were shrunk in the hand cage.

Nan Jingpei slowly walked to the bottom of the jade steps and walked in front of the little palace maid. She was still kneeling straight, and the snowflakes on her head had accumulated a thin layer, like a delicate snowman.

He turned his head and glanced at Liu February: "Did you say that?" ”

Liu February, shook her head and said, "Back to the emperor, she kept kneeling like this, refusing to say a word." ”

Qingluo stared at the little palace maid, only to feel that she didn't even breathe. She quietly pulled Liu February: "Mama Liu, do you see if she is frozen?" ”

Nan Jingpei immediately called someone over: "Keep an eye on her for me, don't let her die, and be sure to confess the mastermind behind the scenes." ”

The sky gradually became clearer, and the bell tower was already urging the upper court, Nan Jingpei stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back for a while, and instructed Donglai: "Postpone the early dynasty for an hour." ”

As he spoke, he turned to look into the temple. He hoped that she would wake up and forget the long nightmare.

An hour passed, she was still asleep peacefully, and he had no reason to continue to postpone the early dynasty, so he had no choice but to board the royal car and go in the direction of the Qinzheng Palace.

She woke up in front of him, because she had cried, her mind was not as heavy as before, Liu Eryue served her and slowly drank a bowl of red bean ball soup.

When making this "red bean ball soup" in the small kitchen of Lantai Palace, it has always been necessary to add some lotus seeds with peeled bitter cores, but there are no lotus seeds in this soup today. Lotus seeds are homophonic to pity, Liu February, worried that she would be sad, so she specially instructed the small kitchen not to add lotus seeds. Therefore, although today's soup is sweet and greasy, it lacks a fragrance.

She couldn't eat after only a few bites, pushed Liu Eryue's hand away, and rested on the bed rail.

Nan Jingpei came back from the next court, and when she saw that she was still sitting there, she waved her hand at Liu Eryue and motioned for her to retreat. He sat down in front of Shen Yunzhen's bed and said softly, "Are you better?" ”

She stared at him for a moment and nodded slightly.

"I'll definitely find out about this matter." He stroked her hand.

Shen Yunzhen's hands were cold, as if she had just played with cold water, Nan Jingpei's palms were hot, so she put those hands on her cheeks, and while warming her hands with her own body heat, she said: "To be honest, at first I really didn't want you to give birth to that child." ”

Seeing that she was about to refute, he said softly: "But I won't make up my own mind, Zhen'er, you should know that the last thing I want to see is that you are sad and sad." In my heart, you are as important as the rivers and mountains of Daqi. I care about your body, I care about your feelings, and I don't want to force you at any time. ”

He sat down closer, and took her into his arms: "I know, you care about this child very much, you want me to have both children and daughters, but really," he stroked her sideburns and rubbed them gently, "If you have to risk your life to keep this child, then I really don't want this child." ”

Her fingertips twitched on his heart, three points of water, one rain, one pei, that was his name. Nan Jingpei wrapped her hand in her palm, and pressed her chin against her forehead. His heart itched, like a small worm crawling.

He only felt that the back of his hand was gradually wet, and her tears fell on the back of his hand one by one, and Nan Jingpei only felt that his nose was a little sour.

"Don't cry, Yunzhen, don't cry." He wiped her tears with one hand, and the warm palm of his hand covered her small, cold cheeks.

Nan Jingpei tightly encircled her in her arms again, her body was still trembling, and the sobbing gradually stopped, Nan Jingpei gently kissed the tears on her eyelids: "You still have me, you have Chengyuan, don't cry, as long as you accompany me, I will never let you down for the rest of my life." ”

He sighed abruptly, if it weren't for you, this world, the great Qi country, would be nothing more than a heavy shackle for me.