Chapter 463: Prisoner

"Yes, yes." Lang Zhong said: "As for skin trauma. He glanced at him. I will prescribe medicine immediately, this tocolytic medicine needs you to serve every day, don't delay. ”

"Wonderful, wonderful." Wen Ziyu's unexpected joy was as if he had picked up a gold ingot, and he danced happily.

"Mrs. Zun is not going out recently, now Mrs. Zun needs to recuperate, it is better to be still, in addition, the sexual affairs with Mrs. Zun have also been broken, don't be insatiable, it will not be good for Mrs. Zun in the future." Hearing her say this, he immediately nodded.

"Okay, I'll prescribe the medicine." Lang Zhongpen walked the dragon and snake, and the prescription was prescribed in a while.

"I'll go." took the silver, Lang Zhong told the dosage and dosage of the medicine, as well as the dosage and dosage, etc., before leaving.

Facing that beauty just now, although he couldn't see Lushan's true face, he believed that even though she was disfigured, she must be so beautiful.

Bidding farewell to the medical officer, Shi Shenshu and Wen Ziyu both congratulated Qiansang, and Qiansang also couldn't imagine that after experiencing such a thing, the child was still good, which shows that there is divine help. The two of them worked together, and the shallow mulberry could only accept it.

Wen Ziyu and Shi Shenshu discussed, at present, it is necessary to let Qiansang live a peaceful life, so he simply bought a mansion and let Qiansang accommodate him for the time being, as for Emperor Yan, he has been captured by Yan Xuanfeng.

How can they tell this secret to the pregnant Assan?

Qiansang's mood is not very good, because he can't see things, he can't stop thinking about it, as for this medicine, it is really a good medicine and bitter taste, if it is not a fetal medicine, she is reluctant to drink even a sip.

She was afraid, she was afraid that she was pregnant with a freak in her dreams, as for the concubine, she was here every day, but she had no right to see Assan, she was the only person in this house who worked in handcuffs and shackles, her job was only to ask the outer courtyard to clean, and she had no right to go to the inner courtyard to contact the inner environment.

She wanted to get close to the shallow mulberry but didn't have a chance, as for the shallow mulberry, she already knew the pain of that part, so she had to get by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and the season had passed and the plum blossoms bloomed in Xiaohan.

A wind roar, the next day, there was the fragrance of plum blossoms, entered the house, so that the light mulberry was intoxicated, she stumbled outside alone, she wanted to look for plum blossoms, but unexpectedly, just out of the door, a stumbling slipped, fell to the ground, he wanted to get up, as if there was no strength.

"Ah, girl, girl......" In the distance, several people immediately greeted him and helped Assan-sang up.

"Where are you going, where do you want to go, just tell the slave maid, the slave and maid will help you here, you are like this, the son is to blame, how can the slaves and maids afford it!" These girls were all sincerely afraid, some patted Assan's clothes, some helped Asano-san to go to the house, and some had already gone to prepare a stove and clean clothes.

Hands and feet, after a while, the shallow mulberry tufted into the house, and the four-month pregnancy could already be seen, and the shy lower abdomen was bulging. made Assan-san walk slower than before, and made Asa-san's steps a lot heavier, and she sat on the cloud couch, but her mood became worse and worse.

She didn't mean to complain, but she began to feel her own sadness.

"Go down, go down." She let everyone go, and the girls didn't leave, just standing in front of him.

"It's okay, go ahead." She waved weakly, wishing they all left and gave her a peaceful environment.

These women went timidly, but they didn't go far, there are earth dragons in this house, there are all kinds of things, don't let her wrestle is serious, once she wrestles, things are not good.

Qiansang condensed spiritual power, but the spiritual power seemed to have completely disappeared, she was afraid, she wanted to use spiritual power to restore her vision, but obviously, it was impossible for spiritual power to condense at all, he was discouraged, and that feeling of discouragement burst out from the bottom of his heart little by little.

Her tears rolled down one by one, could it be that all this was against the will of heaven, and only then could she be punished?

"Is the girl there?" Wen Ziyu came, ready to enter the door, hesitated for a moment, looked at the maid next to him, and asked.

"Hui Gongzi," the maid saluted immediately. "Recently, Niangniang looks restless, as if she has been worried all day long, as soon as the slave and maid go in, Niangniang will let the slave and maid come out, and the slave and maid are also helpless, probably Niangniang is thinking about someone, you ......"

"Got it." Wen Ziyu didn't mean to blame this group of girls, nodded, and went to the inner room, she heard the footsteps, hurriedly swallowed the tears that were about to cry, and hurriedly adjusted a smile that was not very pleasant.

Wen Ziyu saw her tears, approached her, and seriously wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a brocade.

"Don't cry, I've seen it all."

"Whoever cried, I did not ...... No...... No, ......" said no, but the crying was carried with it.

"It's better if you don't have it, the cold plum outside is blooming, I haven't seen the cold plum in the imperial capital, I just saw it, it's actually a white plum, I think, take you out to see, what do you think?" Wen Ziyu is the best at observing words and feelings, and can best understand a person's heart.

"Go now?" Assa-san looked at him with an excited expression.

"Now...... Just go, right away! Wen Ziyu said as he stretched out his hand, Qiansang held Wen Ziyu's hand, Wen Ziyu smiled, moved Qiansang's hand to his cuff, Qiansang held the heavy embroidery, and followed Wen Ziyu to the front.

The two of them went one after the other, and the northwest wind outside often howled angrily in broad daylight, as if the clouded leopard was calling, as if tens of thousands of saber-toothed tigers had come out of the Ten Thousand Animal Garden, and the roaring sound was somewhat frightening for a blind man, Qiansang shuddered, and involuntarily approached Wen Ziyu.

Since she was blind, her vigilance has also risen, and a blind person, when he sees everything in front of him, will feel that there are traps, traps, traps everywhere.

Every time she paced, she needed to be cautiously tempted, she felt like she was walking on thin ice, like facing the abyss, her fear was written in her eyes, he had already felt her fear, and the two of them walked while looking for the trace of plum blossoms.

He has seen the cold plum, it has not snowed yet, the plum blossom has bloomed, the closer to the plum forest, the cold seems to be worse than before, the cold air is stored up little by little, and it is actually cold here as if it is counting nine cold days.

"Is it cold?"

"Incense."

She smiled and walked forward, trying to climb down. Wen Ziyu knew what she meant, stretched out her hand, broke the plum blossom on the top of her head, and gently put it in the palm of Qiansang's hand, "Baimei, white like a shark, can you touch it?" He reminded, Qiansang nodded, touched with his heart, touched it, and the petals of the white plum were like silk, which was condensed and warm.

It's something that makes people touch it and never forget it, that feeling is heart-pounding.

"It's good, it's good." She said, ecstatic, Wen Ziyu saw such a happy expression on Asan Sang, and said, "I will ask you to see things again, you can rest assured, you will." ”

"Ziyu, I deserve it."

"Niangniang, you and I are friends, since we are friends, don't talk about this." He said that the arbitrary appearance made Asa-san even more sad.

In the next few days, she will still live like a year, because she can't see this glass world, all the wonderful life is indifferent to Qiansang, there is a lot less happy life, there is no true meaning, her every day is a continuation of the previous day, as if she is lingering.