After the powerful minister was reborn, he married the delicate girl back home

"Madam, please hold it tight again, madam..." The palace maid's plaintive call was mixed with despair.

Sweat wet the broken hair on Wang Yanyun's forehead. She slumped on the bed, like a dying fish. Her breathing was a little weak. The strong smell of blood in the room was almost suffocating. Even an experienced midwife was gone. He had no choice but to look helplessly at the imperial doctor kneeling outside the screen with nine-colored phoenix butterfly inscriptions, hoping that he would have some good ideas.

"Mr. Zhao, please think of something quickly. I'm afraid the one in Madam's belly may not be alive, but Madam can't die!"

The midwife urged urgently, mixed with the cry of the weak baby. Doctor Zhao was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "Madam, you agreed to my offer at the beginning, but now I have nothing to do. Please cherish your time and tell the Holy Sage more." Speak."

Wang Yanyun smiled weakly, leaned close to the maid's ear, and said feebly: "You tell Imperial Doctor Zhao, I will remember it."

"Go and tell him to come in. I have something to say. Go quickly."

The palace maid whispered "Yes" and ran out quickly while crying, "Your Majesty, please go in and see Madam. Madam, she is dying..."

At that moment, Zhou Yin seemed to be unable to hear any sound. He was dizzy and had tinnitus, which was very noisy. He shook his head quickly and staggered with his steps, as if he could not stand still.

"Impossible, how is this possible? Zhao Chengxi clearly said that she is fully recovered and can be pregnant."

Zhou Yin couldn't believe it and took a few steps back. He only relied on the support of Su Sheng behind him to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Your Majesty, please go in and take a look. Oops, this servant is going to be very anxious." Su Sheng's usually calm face also showed a hint of anxiety, and he urged, regardless of the difference between master and servant.

"You're right, see her, I want to go in and see her."

Zhou Yin strode into the house. Seeing him come in, everyone in the house voluntarily stepped back, leaving the last time to them.

Wang Yanyun was looking at the little baby on the bedside in ecstasy, with a smile unconsciously twitching at the corners of her mouth. Although her lower body was in severe pain, she could not stop the love and tenderness in her heart.

"Good baby, I have taken a good look at my brother for you. I will tell you secretly when I get to the ground." After saying this, tears fell down. She raised her hand with difficulty, caressed her still bulging belly, and choked with sobs. : "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, my child..."

She really had no strength left, so she wanted to drag this child into leaving with her.

His consciousness became more and more dizzy. Wang Yanyun felt the slow passage of life. He used up his last strength to look up at Zhou Yin who was still stunned on the spot and smiled reluctantly. Even though he had thousands of words to say, they were all gone at this moment. Time, I could only plead in a low voice: "Don't kill them, but also treat our children well."

"What about me? Ayun, what about me?"

Wang Yanyun opened his mouth again, but no sound came out. His beautiful peach blossom eyes slowly closed and would never be opened again. He could no longer see the loving lady, nor hear the real words. The "Bao'er" softly and waxily called him husband.

Zhou Yin stood there. He saw Su Sheng holding a little baby in front of him, and saw a crowd of people kneeling in the yard, including imperial doctors, midwives, palace maids, secret guards...

"The madam has passed away. Your Majesty expresses my condolences."

"Your Majesty's condolences."

"Your Majesty's condolences."

……

After a long time, Zhou Yin came to his senses. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the child from Su Sheng's hand, lovingly held it in his arms and pressed it against his face, saying softly: "My child, your mother. She is so good-looking, you should be more like her."

After handing the child to the wet nurse who had prepared it early in the morning, Zhou Yin walked up to Dr. Zhao, kicked him in the heart, and asked sternly: "Explain, give me an explanation."

He was the one who said that A-Yun was well and ready to have a child. He was also the one who said that everything would be safe and the mother and child would be safe. Furthermore, the fact that A-Yun was pregnant with twins was not reported to the police. It was just a little imperial doctor. Really? Do you think you dare not kill him?

Dr. Zhao was lying on the ground, thinking about her death. The quiet and elegant woman finally died on the delivery bed. He couldn't help but feel a little sad, and replied in a low voice: "Everything is my wife's order."

This short sentence made Zhou Yin completely exhausted. He lowered his head dejectedly and stopped talking.

Since he came to the throne, Zhou Yin has never missed the early dynasty. He has worked hard for national affairs for decades and has done many things against his will, but this time, he wanted to obey his will.

The emperor reported illness and today's morning court was cancelled.

The ministers below were whispering among themselves, and even asked Su Sheng, the general manager of the palace, what kind of illness the emperor had contracted, and it was so serious that today's morning court meeting had to be cancelled.

Gu Xingmo held the wat board in his hand and understood in his heart. After all, last night was the day when the little prince in the cold palace was born. He used to think that the little prince's biological mother was a concubine who made mistakes and got pregnant after being thrown into the cold palace by the emperor. Now she is pregnant. Look, she is obviously the Holy One's favorite.

Zhou Yin, who had not gone to the morning court, was still staying in the small courtyard between him and Wang Yanyun. The woman in his arms had long since died, but he refused to believe it and stubbornly held him in his arms while talking.

I still remember that when she first came to the small courtyard, her body was weak and needed all kinds of medicinal materials and supplements to take good care of her. I didn't dare to have sex with her at all, so I could only hold her in her arms and lie down with her clothes on. If I really couldn't help it, He came to kiss the red mole on her lute bone. The kiss made her feel itchy and uncomfortable, and made her nervous.

She asked herself why she liked kissing the red mole so much, because her clothes in summer were thin. After she fell into the water, she saw the red mole through the gauze. It was very beautiful.

The first time they had sex was a year after she came. Their naked skin touched each other, and the red candle lit up the room. Her uneasy eyelashes were slightly raised, and her innocent eyes were as helpless as a little rabbit. Seductive, leaning on his shoulder delicately and shaking lightly.

Her unique fragrance filled my nose, and there was no need to do anything. Just that alone made me completely lose my mind.

Since then, the two have been together in the clouds and rains of Wushan.

It was late at night, and he was sleeping peacefully next to her, but she was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She wrapped herself in a cloak and leaned against the window railing, crying.

The cry was not loud, but it made him feel distressed.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her thin body shaking slightly and her slender fingertips trembling slightly, and then he understood everything.

She was also a noble girl raised in a big family, so she naturally knew that a good girl should not engage in "sexual intercourse without a matchmaker", let alone become an emperor's concubine who was kept in the cold palace, with no name and no status, for the rest of her life. Can't get on the table.

Zhou Yin understood it, but he was reluctant to let her go. Listening to the crying, he stood up silently and hugged her.

"Bao'er, do you want to be a queen?"

As if she understood what he wanted to do, the girl in her arms shook her head like a rattle, "No, I don't want to be. Call me Ayun, and I will be Wang Yanyun from now on."

"Bao'er, she robbed you, she deserves to die."

"She didn't steal it from me. If she could, she wouldn't want to. Don't forget that it was she who let the second brother enter the palace to find you."

……

"Are the children more important than me?" Zhou Yin reached out and stroked her cheek, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He leaned against the bed and gasped, feeling that this life was really extremely sad.