"Lord Wang, this soup is really delicious." Compared with the gentle Nini's whispering, there are witty words, and Zuo Qiumei's comments are really too connotative.

Zong Zheng Mo glanced at Zuo Qiumei, and he didn't know when he had determined that this woman was not Ah Wan.

How could Awan be so hysterical again, how could he be so impatient.

Thinking that Zong Zheng Moyin didn't have much patience, his voice also cooled down, "It's delicious, you can drink a few more sips." ”

Zuo Qiumei: "......" She was about to explode.

Since the prince and Wen Tianyan's slut had a night of tenderness with her, the prince seemed to be more and more distracted by her.

The more she thought about Zuo Qiumei, the more angry she was about to go crazy, she gritted her teeth fiercely, feeling that her stomach was hurting, and her smiling face was white and colorless.

Mama Rong beside her noticed something unusual, and immediately screamed, "Concubine Side, Concubine Niang!" Oh no, my lord, the side concubine is bleeding. ”

The blood quickly soaked Zuo Qiumei's skirt, and she was a little flustered at first, and then saw the blood on her skirt that was instantly dyed red, and the whole person was so frightened that she couldn't move.

"Lord, lord...... Save me......" Zuo Qiumei's whole body trembled, but he kept calling for Zong Zheng Moyin.

It's just that no matter how she shouted, in Zong Zheng Moyin's eyes, there was no tenderness.

Zuo Qiumei rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but the pain in her body made her whole body tremble inexplicably, "Wang ......"

Zong Zhengmo glanced at Wufeng, and Wufeng immediately sent the imperial doctor over.

Wen Tianyan looked at Zong Zheng Moyin cautiously, but he still couldn't help but say, "Lord Wang, what's wrong with Concubine Zuoqiu?" Why is there so much blood, I am afraid, lord. ”

Zong Zheng Moyin gently took Wen Qianyan's hand, and then didn't know what to whisper in her ear, Wen Tianyan suddenly smiled, "Well, with the prince here, Tianyan is not afraid." ”

Zuo Qiumei on the side did not faint because of the pain in her lower abdomen, but she looked at Zong Zheng Mo Yin and Wen Tianyan, and her heart suddenly turned cold.

The prince had such a gentle smile for her.

But now, it is she who is hovering on the edge of life and death, and the prince doesn't even look at her.

Zuo Qiumei subconsciously looked in the direction of Chang Geyue, but saw that Chang Geyue had no expression on his face, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

Zuo Qiumei was stunned.

At this time, the imperial doctor had already come over to check Zuo Qiumei's pulse.

Wen Tianyan stood aside, "Imperial Doctor, what's wrong with Sister Zuoqiu?" ”

It was Imperial Doctor Liang from the Tai Hospital, his brows furrowed deeply, strange, too strange.

How could this vein be so weird?

Wen Tianyan said a little anxiously on the side, "What's wrong with Concubine Zuoqiu?" Was it poisoned? ”

After speaking, she also glanced thoughtfully at the condensed soup on the table, and the meaning between her words was self-evident.

Zuo Qiumei's appearance is clearly a miscarriage!

Hum!

Slut, how to give birth to a child for the prince.

And Chang Geyue, the cunning ****, couldn't have imagined that she would kill two birds with one stone.

The more she thought about Wen Qianyan, the happier she became, but after all, Zuo Qiumei's pregnancy was still a secret, so she couldn't say it so directly.

The more I thought about Wen Tianyan, the more I felt that my entire chest was comfortable.

But Princess Anping frowned and said, "Sister Qianyan, why is your face a little pale." ”

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