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However.

After all, paper can't contain the fire, and one day, the wounds on his body are too serious, so heavy that they will flow pus and fester.

After a high fever all day and night, Concubine Song finally discovered that there were countless wounds all over his body, large and small.

She held his hand distressedly, the weak woman had no other ability, and tears kept falling.

"Shen'er, yes...... It's the mother concubine who is useless, it's the mother who is sorry for you......"

Rong Jingshen's little hand was raised with difficulty, wiping away the tears on his mother's face, and his voice was hoarse as if he had broken the sound, "Mother.....

Mother, don't cry, I'm ...... I'm fine.

I'm not going to die. ”

He was very tired, but he didn't dare to sleep, his mother was pitiful enough, he ...... He can't leave his mother's belly alone.

Concubine Song sent someone to the Imperial Medical Bureau to invite the Imperial Doctor over, but the result she could get was that those people couldn't come out.

Concubine Song couldn't bear the pain of illness and fever for her child, so she could only grit her teeth and put on her coat and walk into the rain.

Rong Jingshen was uncomfortable, and when his vision gradually blurred, he only saw the thin figure far away from him, his hand suspended in mid-air, but he couldn't grasp anything.

Ultimately.

Engulfed in darkness.

When he woke up, Mama was feeding him a decoction, and the imperial doctor also looked at him with a smile, and his tone was respectful, "Your Highness, you have finally woken up." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness is awake!"

The imperial doctor happily went to the front hall to report to Rong Yuan, and Rong Yuan, who was wearing a dragon-patterned brocade robe, smiled with satisfaction, and then walked in, stood beside Rong Jingshen's bed, looked at his immature face, and said, "Xiao Shi, does the wound still hurt?" ”

This man is the crown prince.

The prince who is high up, but how can he appear here, he must be dreaming.

"Mother...... Mother. ”

"Xiao Shi, Concubine Song suffered from the wind chill last night, and he is still resting at this time, you don't have to worry."

Afterward.

This palace is no longer as before, only he, his mother and a few old grandmothers depend on each other, as if they have seen the light of day again.

Not only did they send new palace ladies and eunuchs over, but even their meals were not as cold as they were in the past.

When he was eating a hot meal, he looked at his mother very happily, but saw that her eyes were moist.

When she came into contact with his line of sight, Concubine Song looked away, her voice was a little choked, and said, "Shen'er, eat more." ”

Even when he was in the Guozijian, those people no longer bullied him, and more importantly, he learned quickly.

He always thought that his life had changed because his father finally remembered him and his mother, but .....

What I never expected was that all this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

There would always be five days a month, and the mother let him sleep alone in the side hall, because he was too young to think of the layer between men and women.

But that day, the thunder rumbled, but he couldn't sleep, but the old lady had already stayed by his bedside and fell asleep.

He was very sensible, pulled his shoes and got out of bed and poured himself a cup of tea, thinking in his heart that the mother concubine was so timid that she had always been afraid of thunder.

He put on his coat and gently pushed open the door of the side hall, which was dimly lit and reflected by the lightning in a strange turquoise color.

He was so frightened that he could only run faster, but what made him feel strange was that there was not a single palace maid or eunuch outside the main hall.

And he.

I heard the crackling sound of a whip whipping and the groans of pain that spilled from the woman's lips and teeth.

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