Quick Wear of Pregnant and Soft Beauty

It suddenly started raining when the carriage and horses were halfway there. The mountain road was rugged and the surrounding trees were dense. He Qian had to order the convoy to slow down in order to ensure the safety of everyone.

After eating the food brought from the palace in advance in the carriage at noon, Zhao Yin leaned against the carriage and waited for the imperial doctor to diagnose her pulse. After waiting for a long time, no one came, "Chunzhi, go call the imperial doctor."

Not long after, Chunzhi trotted back and said, "Beauty, Princess Chaohua has abdominal pain, and all the accompanying doctors have passed away."

This time, a total of three imperial doctors were brought to worship the Buddha, and Wu Si called them all over.

Zhao Yin remembered that the fake pregnancy pill he had given her would not be able to diagnose the problem until at least the third month, so why did it happen now?

[System, the pseudopregnancy pill won’t be ineffective, right? 】

System 567: [Host, all the medicines in the mall have been tested tens of thousands of times, and there will definitely be no problems. 】

Wu Jin has no feelings for Wu Si, but she is pregnant with a child like Zhao Yin. If something happens to Wu Si, does it prove that someone has evil intentions?

"Beauty, why don't we go over there together and take a look?"

Zhao Yin was confused and was about to find an excuse to go over. He followed Wu Jin's words and said, "I'm feeling bored sitting in the car. It's a good idea to go out and get some fresh air."

The royal carriage is in the middle, not too far away.

When the two of them got close to the carriage, they heard Wu Si's sharp voice yelling inside, "What use is it to support you, a bunch of quack doctors!"

"What's going on?" Wu Jin asked.

Wei Yushu bent down from the carriage and jumped out of the carriage, "Back to the king, the princess suddenly suffered from abdominal pain, but the doctors could not find anything wrong."

After he finished his reply, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Yin standing next to Wu Jin in a white gauze skirt out of the corner of his eye.

She was not wearing a veil today, her eyes were as bright as autumn water, and her flawless white jade skin seemed to be glowing slightly. The wind in the woods blew the green hair on her cheeks, and her whole person was holy and inviolable.

He hadn't really seen Zhao Yin for more than half a year since the last time he said goodbye to the hunting ground. She seemed taller and more charming than I remembered.

Wu Jin noticed Wei Yushu's gaze and his eyes darkened.

Wu Si's harsh curses came from the carriage again, "Trash! I'm going to chop you all down!"

Zhao Yin said softly: "Your Majesty, why don't you let me go in and see the princess?" She wanted to go in and see what Wu Si was up to.

Wu Jin glanced at her and said, "Go ahead."

Zhao Yin walked into the carriage with the help of the palace servants. Inside, three imperial doctors were crowded together and looked embarrassed. She was shocked again when she saw Zhao Yin, "Beauty, are you feeling unwell too?"

She shook her head and saw that several imperial doctors were almost crying and comforted her: "I am fine. Come and see Princess Chaohua."

When Wu Si heard her voice, she endured the pain and struggled to open her eyes. She was now a little delirious from the pain. Seeing Zhao Yin approaching, he raised his hand and pushed her out.

"Get out! Shameless bitch!"

"Beauty!" the imperial doctors exclaimed.

Zhao Yin took the pills to strengthen her body and was not that weak, but she still staggered back two steps and fell out of the carriage.

Wu Jin's heart tightened when he heard the sound inside. He turned around and saw the white figure flying out and quickly stretched out his arms to catch it.

Zhao Yin was a little afraid to raise his eyes, and tightly wrapped his hands around Wu Jin's neck. Feeling aggrieved, "Your Majesty..."

Wu Jin's heart had just settled down when he saw that her eyes were red and clenched again. "Don't be afraid, I'm alone."

Zhao Yin nodded, "Your Majesty, I want to go back."

Wei Yushu withdrew his hand stiffly, his expression gloomy.

Wu Jin said, "Since the imperial doctor can't find anything wrong with the princess, come here first to diagnose the beauty's pulse."

When the three imperial doctors in the carriage heard this, they immediately ran out as fast as they could.

There was an imperial doctor who was kind-hearted and gave Wei Yushu instructions before leaving. "The princess may be overly worried and may have fetal motility, please consort, please comfort her."

They really didn't find the problem, and they could only attribute it to Wu Si himself being in a bad mood.

Only Wei Yushu found it strange that he had given Wu Si the abortion medicine, so why couldn't the imperial doctors find out?

Could it be that... Wu Si is not pregnant?

This thought was like a white light that solved the confusion in his mind, but made Wei Yushu even more angry.

Zhao Yin was put into the carriage by Wu Jin. After being checked for pulse by several imperial doctors, except for being a little frightened, Zhao Yin was fine.

Wu Jin felt relieved and looked at the several imperial doctors. "Are you sure there is nothing wrong with Chaohua?"

"Back to the king, it is indeed not the case."

The other two nodded.

Zhao Yin curled her lips. She had just discovered something interesting. There was a little tea sprinkled on the table in the carriage, and there were light bamboo leaves.

Light bamboo leaves have the effect of slipping.

The reason why the imperial doctors couldn't detect it was because the effect of the pseudopregnancy pill was still there, which was why Wu Si was in so much pain.

There is only one person who can easily drug Wu Si without being suspected. Wei Yushu probably knows about Wu Si's false pregnancy by now.

Let them go dog-eat-dog.

Towards evening, the motorcade arrived in front of Yunshan Temple, several hours later than expected.

The abbot led a group of monks to wait outside the door in advance, "Amitabha, the poor monks and others greet the king."

Zhao Yin stood behind Wu Jin and looked at Yunshan Temple. It was indeed a royal temple, with high red walls, ringing bells, and a strong smell of incense filling the air.

Wu Jin raised his hand: "There is no need to be too polite. The first reason I came here is to worship the Buddha, and the second reason is to ask the Lord Buddha to bless the descendants of the Wu royal family."

"Yes, I have prepared everything."

Wu Jin took Zhao Yin to offer incense and asked Chunzhi to help her go back to the wing to rest first.

He walked through a tree-lined path, walked slowly to the courtyard door, stepped on the steps, and opened the wing door.

"Master Lianchi, long time no see." His expression was not so respectful, but rather as casual as meeting an old friend for many years.

The old monk sitting on the futon lowered his head and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Wu Jin sat opposite him, "You told Gu Gu earlier that he wouldn't survive this year. Is there any solution?"

Three years ago, Master Lianchi calculated that the royal family of the Wu Kingdom was in decline, the purple star was dim, and Wu Jin would not live to be 25 years old.

He then became blind on the spot.

After hearing this, Wu Jin only thought it was ridiculous and didn't take it seriously. Even if it was true, he would only wonder how he would die in the future.

Master Lianchi said solemnly: "I, the poor monk, can calculate another hexagram for you."

He closed his eyes and moved his fingertips slightly.

After a long time, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

Wu Jin didn't move, but the smile on his face disappeared.

Master Lianchi didn't care to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and breathed hard: "Your Majesty, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and they all surround you."

Wu Jin thought of Zhao Yin. Half a month was almost here. It was said that the poison could cause a person's internal organs to decay, but he didn't feel anything.

At midnight, bells rang in the temple.

Zhao Yin was awakened.

Wu Jin sat up and called out, "Little stool, what happened?"

"Back to the king, Master Lianchi has passed away."

Wu Jin was silent for a long time, "I understand."

Mortals who spy on heaven's secrets will be punished by heaven.