Chapter Seventy-Five: Flower Language is Difficult

Chunlan prepared all the things that Hua Moling wanted, and asked Chunlan to disperse a room of stable women and kneeling doctors, and then put the dagger on the fire and roasted it.

Chunlan seemed to sense what Hua Moling was going to do, and her tone trembled: "You, you want to break open our mother's belly!" ”

Hua Moling ignored Chunlan's words, but ordered in a deep voice: "Go and bring a basin of hot water." ”

Chunlan didn't move, as if she was still in fear that Hua Moling was going to disembowel.

"Go!"

Hua Moling couldn't help but scold, Chunlan finally woke up like a dream and went to prepare hot water according to Hua Moling's instructions.

"I sprinkled narcotic powder on your stomach and I'm going to cut open your belly and take your child out now. There may still be a little pain, you bear with it, I will keep your mother and son safe! ”

Hua Molin's tone was full of confidence, but Concubine Qin, who was eager to protect her son, nodded without hesitation.

Compared with those stable women who can only speak cool words, Concubine Qin is more willing to believe in the delicate but powerful girl in front of her.

Hua Moling raised the dagger in his hand and cut Concubine Qin's belly very carefully......

"Hmm......" Concubine Qin was in pain, but she didn't scream like she did just now.

Hua Moling dug Concubine Qin's child out of her belly, and her hands were covered with blood.

Concubine Qin looked at the child who finally came out of her body, her face full of love.

But after a while, she realized that something was wrong - ordinary women gave birth to children, all accompanied by a loud cry, but her own children were quiet.

At this moment, there was silence in the delivery room, and all Concubine Qin could hear was the sound of her own thunderous heartbeat.

Hua Moling's face was also gloomy, and the touch from her fingers told her that the child she was holding had no sound.

He suffocated to death in his mother's belly.

didn't have time to think about it, Hua Moling used her blood-stained hands to take out the porcelain bottle that had been filled with saliva for a long time, poured a little warm water to dilute it, and sprinkled it on the knife edge on Concubine Qin's stomach.

Fortunately, a drop of saliva for a long time will have a miraculous effect, and now the remaining water traces on the wall of the cup are mixed with warm water, at least it will not make Concubine Qin's life risky.

"My child, my child ......"

Concubine Qin struggled to get up, wanting to see her child, but Hua Moling couldn't bear to hand her the dead baby in her hand.

Concubine Qin's heart-wrenching cry resounded throughout the delivery room, and Hua Moling turned around, unable to bear to look at this scene.

However, at the moment when Hua Moling turned around, he seemed to see the silent baby, his wrinkled fingers trembling slightly.

Hua Moling rubbed her eyes, and finally determined what she had just seen.

This child is not dead, he is still alive!

She snatched the child from the grief-stricken Concubine Qin, hammered it a few times on his little heart, turned the child over, rubbed his back, and patted it again......

In an instant, a loud cry resounded over the entire palace!

Concubine Qin, who was originally grieving, was still a little relieved for a while, until Hua Moling stuffed the child who was alive again into her arms, and she finally believed that her child was not dead!

The weak Concubine Qin was originally just holding a breath, but at this moment, she was overjoyed and sad, but she actually let her spit out the evil qi that had accumulated in her chest, she spit out a mouthful of black blood, and finally fainted from exhaustion.

Hua Moling handed the child to Chunlan, and ordered the other palace maids to freshen up Concubine Qin, looked at the blood stains on her body, frowned, but still walked out of the delivery room.

"Ah Yu, go back, I want to change my clothes."

Ye Chi Yu didn't mind Hua Moling's blood stain at this time, took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped her hands carefully.

"Where's Hua Yuyan?" Hua Moling asked him.

"Someone has been sent to arrest it." As Ye Chi was talking, someone had already come with Hua Yuyan, who was tied up with five flowers.

Today's Hua Yuyan is wearing a peach-colored neon dress, embroidered with large budding peach blossoms. A few strands of her hair, which had always been meticulously combed, were scattered on her shoulders at the moment, and Zhu Hai was also swaying crookedly.

Ye Qianyu had already learned that Concubine Qin had given birth to a son at this moment, and he was overjoyed, as if he didn't care much about Hua Yuyan's actions, so he only asked Hua Yuyan lightly.

"Guifei, are you guilty?"

"The concubine doesn't know." Hua Yuyan was pressed to the ground by several guards, her pretty face was not affected in the slightest, and she looked directly at Ye Qiyu's eyes, with a trace of fearlessness in her eyes.

When Ye Tianyu saw her like this, he somehow remembered Hua Mowan, who had been dead for almost two years.

Hua Yuyan didn't know that her stubborn and fearless appearance at the moment was very similar to Hua Mowan.

It's just that she came later than Hua Mo, a little less girlish and a little more scheming.

"Why did you frame Prince Chi?"

misled the emperor to frame Prince Chi and Princess Chi to harm Concubine Qin's slippery fetus, and Hua Yuyan herself wanted to kill the imperial heir, in just one sentence, Hua Yuyan's motives and behaviors have been minimized.

Hua Moling narrowed her eyes: With such conclusive evidence and the heart to protect Hua Yuyan, Ye Qiyu is really incorrigible.

Thanks to the fact that the child in Concubine Qin's belly was not from him at night, otherwise I don't know how cold Concubine Qin's heart would be.

Yechi Yu was not willing to suffer such a secret loss at all: "The emperor is wrong, it is to kill the concubines and the imperial heirs." ”

"There may be murder of concubines, but this palace has never killed the imperial heir!" Hua Yuyan's face was awe-inspiring, and her words were chiseled: "What Qin Rou'er is pregnant with in her stomach is not the emperor's flesh and blood at all, but the official Shangshu Cheng!" ”

Hua Moling's face was as usual, but a trace of surprise crossed the depths of her eyes: How did Hua Yuyan know about Concubine Qin and Cheng Qian?

"What did you say?" Ye Qianyu finally changed his face, staring at Hua Yuyan with a pair of eyes that seemed to be eating people.

At this time, in Concubine Qin's courtyard, Wen Po and a group of imperial doctors had not dispersed, and when they heard Hua Yuyan's words, they all knelt on the ground.

This matter has nothing to do with whether it is true or not, as long as they hear it, then there is a danger of being killed and killed!

At this time, everyone secretly hated Hua Yuyan into their bones.

Hua Yuyan suddenly released the aura in her body, shook the rope on her body, and also shook the two guards who pressed her to the ground.

Hua Yuyan's mocking gaze swept over everyone present, and finally stopped at Hua Moling's body.

"Do you think a few guards will be able to take me down?" Hua Yuyan slowly and methodically took off the vermilion hairpin on her head one by one and threw it on the ground.

"If not, how can I see you? My Emperor. ”