After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Song Qing didn't avoid Emperor Yuan's gaze. Although his voice was low, he was extremely calm: The general's body has always been taken care of by me. The old general is very busy. I can see the general with one hand.

The last time she was injured, I found out that she was pregnant when I helped her bandage the wound.

Emperor Yuan's breath was suffocated, and he looked at Song Qing with a slightly hostile gaze. Not only did his anger disappear, but he also felt a little guilty, like an ugly daughter-in-law who was helpless when she saw her in-laws.

Fortunately, Song Qing just glanced at Emperor Yuan and lowered his gaze, looked at Yan Ge in Emperor Yuan's arms, and said softly, Your Majesty, she has passed away.

After a pause, he said again: If she knows you are here, she will be very happy.

When Emperor Yuan heard his words, he didn't feel that he was being praised at all. Instead, he felt his heart sinking, as if something was wrong.

He pursed his lips and raised his chin slightly, and said to himself, Of course Ah Yan will be happy.

He looked down at Song Qing condescendingly, and the more he looked at him, the angrier he became. He always felt that this guy was an eyesore.

Your Majesty. Song Qing lowered her head and said slowly, Your Majesty, the general is out of breath.

Help her pull out this arrow quickly. Emperor Yuan said in self-contained dissatisfaction, Aren't you a military doctor? This little arrow wound should not trouble you, hurry up, Ah Yan has so many injuries on his body, you Why are you still standing there?

As soon as I said it, I finally knew why I didn't like this military doctor, because this guy was stuck there like a wooden stake, and he didn't help Ah Yan to see his wound.

Emperor Yuan frowned tightly, holding Yange with one hand, and put the other hand on Yange's belly. There was him and Yange's baby in that place. He wanted to touch it, but what he touched was the hard protective heart. mirror.

Yan Ge was covered with wounds all over his body, every part was so bloody that the original skin could not be seen, but only the abdomen was intact.

She must be looking forward to this child very much, and she must like their child very, very much, otherwise she wouldn't be protecting her abdomen like this.

Seeing that Song Qing was still not moving, Emperor Yuan raised his foot and kicked Song Qing's chest angrily: Are you deaf? I asked you to bandage Ah Yan's wound. What are you dawdling about?

Your Majesty! After being kicked to the ground, Song Qing knelt up straight again, his hoarse voice was filled with grief: Your Majesty, Ming Lan has no breath, she has no breath.

Emperor Yuan seemed to have finally heard his voice. He was so angry that the veins on his forehead were twitching, and he couldn't help but swear: You fart, Ah Yan was talking to me just now, you quack doctor, you quack doctor...

He pointed at Song Qing angrily, and was about to call for someone to pull this quack doctor out and behead him, but when he saw Song Qing's tears streaming down his face, he froze slightly.

Song Qing choked up and said, Your Majesty, look down at her yourself, she really has no breath.

Emperor Yuan's hand tightly grasped the breastplate on her abdomen, and after a long time, he slowly lowered his head: A Yan...

He yelled, his voice choked in his throat.

Her eyes were still wide open, as if she was looking at him, but she seemed to be looking into the distance beyond his expectation, and she still had a smile on her face, which was mixed with the dirt and blood on her face, not bright , only despair.

The fundus of her eyes was full of blood, and there was a trace of blood dripping down the corner of the eye. The blood had dried and turned into black red, which was shocking to watch.

Her chapped lips were slightly parted, and he seemed to hear her murmuring voice again in his ears, Prayer, are you dreaming again!

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