In the magnificent Daxiong Treasure Hall, Bai Qingjue knelt on the futon, his hands were folded, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was calm.

There are melons and fruits, candlesticks and other things on the incense table, and the tall golden Buddha statue of Sakyamuni has always maintained the solemnity of the treasure, quietly watching the pilgrims kneeling on the ground.

The incense of the Buddha is lingering, the wooden fish and the sound of chanting are connected together, and the bell of the mountain temple is heard from afar.

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

However, the person kneeling on the futon was not calm.

There was sweat in his palms, and she was too risky.

If that medicine doesn't work......

Or, there is no effect......

She also trusted him too much.

At this time, the temple wing room was already in chaos.

A screen divided the room in half, An Ruxue lay on the bed behind the screen, and the imperial doctors gathered around the bed, talking softly, everyone's brows furrowed deeply.

The concubines who were guarding outside only saw the palace maids coming in and out with blood, and the smell of blood soon filled the room, which was disgusting, but no one dared to leave without permission.

Shen Yueru's face was like earth, sitting on the big chair, almost daring to look at Chu Yunjian's face beside her.

This is His Majesty's first child, if it is gone......

However, An Ruxue insisted that she was the one who pushed her.

The palace maids all knelt in the courtyard, everyone was trembling, if something happened to Concubine An, I was afraid that they would all have to die.

Some young people began to sobb in a low voice, and Li Qi on the side looked at it, but there was no pity in his heart.

This is the case in the palace, since he was sold into the palace as an errand, whether he is dead or alive, it depends on the face of the noble, and it depends on his fate.

No one can sympathize with anyone.

Shen Miaoyan sat on the edge of the bed, holding An Ruxue's hand tightly, her heart beating panicked and fast.

She followed Su Wen, and she also knew a lot of pharmacology under her influence.

It stands to reason that even if they have a miscarriage, these imperial doctors should not be so nervous.

The medicine prescribed on those prescriptions is so fierce, it shouldn't be for Sister An......

Her hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, and in a panic, Su Wen broke in, and she hurriedly pulled her over: "Su Wen, take a look at Sister An!" ”

Su Wen was very calm, and under the gaze of those imperial doctors, he once again took the pulse, and his expression was too calm.

After a long time, she let go of her hand, sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, and gently hugged Shen Miaoyan into her arms.

Shen Miaoyan was stunned by her action, and slowly turned her head to look at her, her face full of powerlessness.

Not only is there nothing you can do to keep the fetus, but it is also about ......

Protect the powerlessness of adults.

"No, Sister An will be fine!" Shen Miaoyan's tears couldn't stop falling, she raised her sleeve and wiped it, hugged An Ruxue's hand tightly, and said anxiously, "Sister An just visited the temple with me in the afternoon, and obviously made an appointment to sleep together at night and count the stars, how could there be anything?!" ”

It's just a fall, how can something happen?!

Her cry reached outside the screen, and Shen Yueru became even more panicked.

Her hands were folded, and the golden armor sleeve was deeply pierced into her palm, piercing the white and tender flesh into a blur, but she didn't realize it.

It was supposed to be a cold night, but beads of sweat slipped from the corners of her forehead, she lowered her eyes, and countless exculpatory explanations passed through her heart, but none of them were satisfying.

Your Majesty, he will not believe her after all.

Chu Yunjian closed his eyes, rubbed his topaz wrench, and quietly waited for the result inside.

After a while, those imperial doctors came out slowly, knelt down at him, and shook their heads with their hands: "Your Majesty, Concubine An has lost too much blood, and the ministers are really powerless, so I beg Your Majesty to punish you." ”

So saying, they put their heads to the ground and knelt down together.

Chu Yunjian still had his eyes closed, and there was not the slightest expression on his elegant face.

Behind the screen, Shen Miaoyan held An Ruxue's hand tightly, and she could feel the temperature that was gradually cooling.

She refused to let go, her eyes were fixed on An Qixue's face, perhaps because of excessive blood loss, Sister An's face was terrifyingly pale, and even the red lips in the past were as white as her cheeks.

She slept there, her black hair spread out on the pillow, and her skin was even whiter.

And the peach blossom fragrance on her body became more and more intense, like a whole jar of spices being shattered to the ground, and the whole room could smell it.

Shen Miaoyan's tears fell one by one onto the back of An Qixue's hand, burning and sad.

"Miss......"

Su Wen frowned, she liked Shen Miaoyan, and she was reluctant to see her sad, so she shook her head at her, her eyes were complicated.

Shen Miaoyan received her eyes and was stunned, and suddenly footsteps sounded outside, and she looked up and saw that it was Chu Yunjian walking in.

Chu Yun stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the person on the bed expressionlessly, the look in his eyes was incomprehensible to Shen Miaoyan.

At this moment, butterflies jumped in, one, two, and gradually increased.

All the concubines outside the screen were stunned, this cold day, and in the mountains in the middle of the night, where did this butterfly come from? !

The fragrance of peach blossoms on An Ruxue's body gradually diffused out, and the palace maids in the courtyard smelled the fragrance and looked around, and saw that in the light of the lanterns, countless butterflies fluttered in, like a side room, with a fatal temptation for them.

Shen Miaoyan stood up in a daze, and saw butterflies of all sizes flying around An Ruxue, the dance was so beautiful that people could only watch it intently, as if they were going to burn their eyes.

And their dance is more like taking away An Nixue's soul, beyond the cognition of these people, beyond the common sense of this world.

I don't know how long it took, the thick peach blossom fragrance in the room finally gradually dissipated, and the butterflies flew away one after another.

Shen Miaoyan stepped forward and trembled and tested An Ruxue's snort, and after a long time, tears fell irrepressibly.

In the long silence, Chu Yunjian's eyes fell on the middle coat she was wearing, which was snow-white and had no patterns, like a simple white paper.

According to the rules, the bride's embroidered pillow should be a mandarin duck water pillow embroidered by herself.

But he remembered that on the first night she entered the palace, he went to her dormitory, and the pillow was just simple pink, no mandarin ducks, no acacia flowers, no lotus, nothing.

With just one glance, he knew that this woman did not have him in her heart.

But that didn't stop her from becoming his concubine.

He thought about it, glanced at An Qixue's calm sleeping face again, and said that Shen Yueru pushed her, I am afraid that she had already planned to leave the palace in this way, right?

She's not a canary who can be imprisoned.

Chu Yunjian raised his hand and motioned for everyone to retreat.

Shen Miaoyan refused to leave, Su Wen pulled her and forcibly took her out.

She sat on the steps at the door of the wing, hugged her knees and cried quietly, and the concubines stood not far away, talking softly, happy and worried.

In the silent room, Chu Yunjian lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the edge of the bed.

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