The garden was originally very quiet, but hearing the painful cries and screams from the Mei Pavilion made the bright yellow figure speed up his pace.

Under the plum pavilion, there are three or four steps of steps, but the fiery red figure under the steps still makes Fengrong Xue stiff, on the cold snow, scattered blood, red blood stains, like red plums falling in the plum forest. This suddenly reminded him of the woman lying in the Yuhe Temple, was she also like the woman in front of her, screaming in pain, but no one helped her.

Another cry of pain pulled his mind back, and he immediately hurried over, and when he saw who the person on the ground was, he hurriedly leaned down: "Yue'er? Yue'er ......"

"Your Majesty, my child, save my child......" Murong Yue'er's face turned pale miserably, and the pear blossoms cried with rain.

"Who did this?" Feng Rongxue raised her head and looked coldly at the woman standing in the Mei Pavilion, only to see that the woman was still in the posture of raising her hand, and her eyes were full of horror.

"I didn't mean to, I don't know how she fell, not me...... I don't know......" Xiao Qingxue said with trembling lips, and immediately knelt down and kept shaking her head.

"Sister Xiao, why are you doing this?" Murong Yue'er said bitterly, tugging at Feng Rongxue's dragon robe, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Your Majesty, save my child, Your Majesty ......"

"Come on, put Concubine Xiao into the cold palace, and never summon her!" didn't turn her head back, Feng Rongxue hugged Murong Yue'er and left.

"Not me...... Brother Xue ...... "No matter how the woman in the pavilion shouts, she can't keep that cold and bright yellow figure, it's just a stand-in, he doesn't care."

However, if he can't even capture her figure, then what is left around him?

In the Fengyi Palace, the imperial doctor spoke cautiously, covered with cold sweat.

Feng Rongxue's face gradually turned white, his teeth were clenched, and he stared at the white-bearded old man in front of him: "Rice bucket!" What is the use of raising you! I can't even keep my dragon! ”

"Your Majesty, the ministers are incompetent, please forgive the emperor!" The imperial doctor trembled, like a willow in the wind, and knelt on the ground.

"Drag it out, drag it out!" Feng Rongxue waved her hand, her face full of exhaustion.

"The emperor spares his life, the emperor spares his life......"

The call gradually faded away, Feng Rongxue rubbed her eyebrows, walked to the bed, looked at Murong Yue'er's pale little face, felt a pain in her heart, and couldn't hide the guilt in her eyes: "Yue'er, you can be relieved, we will have another child......

"Your Majesty, the concubine is fine...... pale lips trembled, Murong Yue'er hid the joy between her eyebrows in the dark, but her mouth was miserable: "The concubine did not protect the dragon son, the concubine is guilty, and ask the emperor's brother to surrender!" ”

Murong Yue'er said, coughing weakly a few times, struggling to get up. Feng Rongxue hurriedly stopped her struggle and hugged her thin body into her arms: "Yue'er, if you feel uncomfortable, cry out, don't wronged yourself like this......"

"Brother Emperor, my heart hurts so much, I don't want to live anymore without a child......" Murong Yue'er suddenly burst into tears, tearing her heart.

"Yue'er, don't cry, don't cry, the child will have it again......"

finally coaxed the person who slept on the bed, Feng Rongxue felt tired like never before, the child was gone, and he was relieved from the bottom of his heart, is it only the child born by that woman that can be accepted by him, but she has someone else's child, but there will be no ......

Seeing that the door of the palace was closed, Murong Yue'er opened her eyelids, she was pretending to be asleep just now, because she liked to see Brother Xue anxious for her, she felt that she still had a slight status in his heart, and he still cared about her. Even if she loses the child, what does it matter, anyway, she doesn't want this child, but she has to thank this child, because without it, how can she get rid of Xiao Qingxue's slut, who is as cheap as Mu Chujian.

In the shadows, a figure suddenly walked out. The figure was long, but the face was extremely white, and in the narrow eyes, there was a scarlet that was about to collapse.

"Murong Yue'er, what happened to our child?" Ouyang Nuo roared, and his whole body exuded a burst of dead air.

"Brother No? Don't scare Yue'er, the child was killed by Xiao Qingxue, and it has nothing to do with me. Murong Yue'er said pitifully, her eyes flashing.

Ouyang Nuo walked over sadly, looked at the woman he had loved for more than ten years in front of him, and smiled palely: "I was nearby when you had an accident in Meiyuan, so you don't have to lie to me, I can see it clearly!" ”

Ouyang Nuo grabbed the wrist of the woman on the bed and grabbed it fiercely, he raised his hand and wanted to hit the face that he thought about day and night, Murong Yue'er closed her eyes in fright, but the slap she thought didn't come.

Ouyang Nuo suddenly lowered his arm, looked at Mu's frightened pale face, and said word by word: "I will never love you again, I will never dare again...... Murong Yue'er, goodbye......"

Never again......

"Brother Nuo......" Murong Yue'er looked at the gradually disappearing figure, her face turned pale, and she suddenly felt that a piece of her heart was missing, something was flowing out, what was wrong with her? She shook her head in panic and looked in a certain direction outside the temple gate, stunned and at a loss.

The twilight snow came late, and snowflakes floated outside the window, piece by piece, like goose feathers, scratching the tip of people's hearts, with an inexplicable heartbeat.

Mu Chujin looked at the gentle eyebrows of the man in front of him in a daze, his face was red, but his eyes were sour and sour after the red. As soon as she saw him, her heart throbbed incredibly, like a grass that had broken the ground, taking root and sprouting, but mixed with a dull knife-like pain.

"Come, open your mouth, and drink the medicine." The light voice, like the Qingmei outside the house, is cold and indifferent, but it is incredibly soft like plum petals.

Mu Chujin opened her mouth, lowered her eyelashes, looked at the dark decoction, and suddenly panicked in her heart, it was amazing, she always felt that she was going to lose something, thinking like this, the bottom of her heart was uneasy on her face, and her face was slightly pale.

"What's wrong?" The man in front of her put the porcelain bowl aside and picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe the soup stains that had just dripped on the back of her hand. The movements were gentle, careful, as if her hands were some kind of treasure.

The cold eyebrows and eyes were indissolvable tenderness, but when he thought of how viciously he had treated her, as if he had some deep hatred with her, Mu Chujin couldn't help but shrink his hand.

This made the hand with the silk handkerchief pause, Feng Rongxue raised his head, looked at the woman with a strange and wary face to him, and his heart suddenly sulked, he raised his hand to hold the slender chin, put his forehead against her cheek, and looked at her watery eyes: "Mu Chujin, don't be afraid of me, no one can protect you more than me, care about you more than me, you know?" After speaking, he let go of the shackles on her, picked up the porcelain bowl again, held the soup spoon, and sent the potion to Mu Chujian's lips.