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"Your Majesty stayed up all night yesterday?"

Suddenly hearing Mo Dou's question, Ying Zheng didn't react for a while, and said in a daze, "No." Although he went to bed very late yesterday, he still managed to get a certain amount of sleep...

Li Si, who was still focused on getting rid of the suspicion, was the first to react. He walked quickly to the oil lamp to check carefully, and after confirming that what Mo Dou said was right, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"As Mr. Mo said, someone checked the bamboo slips here all night yesterday," Li Si happily turned his head and wanted to tell Ying Zheng that he was innocent, but met Ying Zheng's extremely ugly face, and his voice slowly faded involuntarily: "Since it's not the king, then it must be..."

It must be the Palace Lady Mountain...

Li Si felt that he was a little bit cowardly, why didn't he even dare to say his name, but there was another person who was even more cowardly than him by his side, Mo Dou wished he didn't leave the house today, if he knew that he would encounter such a thing when he came here , he will definitely say that the illness will not come. Yingzheng walked towards the lampstand step by step. Li Si and Mo Dou consciously avoided to the two sides. Yingzheng stood in front of the bronze lamp and stared at the lamp oil that had bottomed out. Yes, it was indeed missing. Well, yesterday he was afraid of disturbing her, so he didn't order anyone, and he extinguished these lights one by one.

"Go and call the mountain to the widow," Ying Zheng said in a low voice to the attendants, then turned to look at Mo Dou and Li Si who were quietly beside him, "You go out and wait, the widow will have to deal with you later. Discuss together."

Li Si and Mo Dou looked at each other, and pushed them outside together with the attendants very interestingly, and then they looked at each other.

It was Li Si who asked first: "So what should we do next?"

Lu Buwei is so shameless, do you really want to do this in his name?

Mo Dou frowned: "I don't know."

What else can I do?You can't go around with a big horn and tell people that Lu Buwei stole it.

Li Si lowered his head and leaned his face closer to Mo Dou and said in a low voice: "Lu Buwei didn't have time to modify the candidates on the list. Those who are mostly kings can play tricks on it."

Mo Dou hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "This matter is beneficial to the people, I don't agree."

Li Si glanced at Mo Dou, who seemed to disagree, Mo Dou frowned, and grabbed Li Si's sleeve: "You don't need to say more, I won't agree."

After all, Li Si didn't refute Mo Dou, he just glanced at him and shook his head indistinctly. After all, he was still a child, and there was no benefit or harm in the court. No matter how glamorous the surface was, it was actually a struggle for power... ...But that's fine, even if the king reuses the ink fountain in the future, it won't cause any danger to him given the other party's temperament.

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indoor.

Shan had already been called by the attendants, and she was kneeling on the ground at the moment. Her face was a little paler than in the morning, but her expression was calm, even a little relieved.Standing in front of her, Ying Zheng could just see the top of her head and her protruding belly with his eyes.

"You lit the lamp all night while the widow was sleeping yesterday, what are you doing?"

"Didn't the king know everything, why bother to ask?"

In just two sentences, everything is self-evident, and both Shan and Yingzheng are very calm, which makes people feel strangely calm.

"The widow sent by Lu Buwei knew about you, but the widow didn't expect you to be so bold."

"This is the master's order, and Shan dare not disobey."

Ying Zheng nodded to express his understanding. Many of his subordinates were left to him by his father, and they were all trained to be loyal to their masters. He knew all of these, and he wanted to ask another question.

"Maybe the widow has never told you before, that is the birth gift given to Fusu by the widow. If it succeeds, it will be an auspicious sign for Fusu's birth."

Shan's body shook, and she whispered, "I don't know about it."

"This matter was decided yesterday by the widow. Of course you don't know." Ying Zheng paused, and then asked, "The widow asked you, if you knew about it, would you still do it?"

Shan fell into a brief silence, and as time passed, Ying Zheng slowly clenched his fists.

Ying Zheng couldn't help reminding her: "Fusu is the widow's child, and also yours."

But Shan finally nodded. Suddenly, Ying Zheng felt that the fire that he had been suppressing since the morning suddenly burst into flames. He trembled and said angrily: "Absurd! You...you are all mothers! Are you worthy of the child... ...Are you sorry...Fusu! And her...the widow...you, are you sorry! "

Ying Zheng took two steps back, feeling desolate in his heart, he didn't know whether he was complaining for his children, or for himself, it was very strange, Zhao Ji was obviously flamboyant, and the mountains were always peaceful and quiet, but in In Ying Zheng's eyes, Zhao Ji's face on bamboo slips overlapped with Shan's face, which made him feel sick.

"Go away!"

Ying Zheng retreated to the table, grabbed the bamboo slips on the side and threw them towards the mountain.

Ying Zheng stared blankly at the knelt on the other side, no, he can't let Fu Su lose a mother...

The messy bamboo pieces were scattered all over the ground, which made people very upset. Ying Zheng could not help but cover his eyes with one hand propped up with the other: "Go away...go to sleep..."

Shan slowly lowered his body, as if bowing down to Ying Zheng.

"The widow said, get out," Ying Zheng said tiredly, "The other widows don't care. This matter is Lu Buwei's fault. You promised that Fusu will take care of him for the rest of his life after he is born."

But there was still no movement on the mountain, just lying on the ground so quietly, Ying Zheng felt that something was wrong, put down his hands and looked over the mountain, there seemed to be something overflowing from the bottom of the mountain, but it was not red.

Yingzheng frowned, and walked forward to check the mountain. The pale yellow liquid soaked Yingzheng's socks. He suddenly realized something, and hurriedly helped the mountain up. They were all pale, and the fluid was coming out of her lower body.

This is amniotic fluid, and the baby is about to be born.

Ying Zheng's eyes and pupils shrank, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. It wasn't until reason defeated emotion and consciousness returned to the brain that he hurriedly put down the mountain and rushed to the door to open it.

"Quick... hurry, she's about to give birth!"

All of a sudden, everyone was in a mess, those who called midwives called midwives, those who called doctors called doctors, Ying Zheng stood there helplessly watching people coming and going, a panic slowly spread from the bottom of his heart to his chest.

It was his fault, he shouldn't just call Shan here, it was his fault, Ying Zheng's hands were covered with cold sweat, until the warmth covered his coldness.

"My lord, don't panic, everything is fine. The doctor is here, the midwife is here, and the nanny is also waiting. Your Majesty just waits for the child to be born."

While complaining that he looked like Ying Zheng's wife, Mo Dou gently and patiently comforted the bewildered father-to-be, until Ying Zheng's hand slowly warmed up, and seeing that Ying Zheng was almost normal, he let go of his hand and prepared to step down.

"Don't go," Ying Zheng grabbed Mo Dou, his eyes were stubborn and helpless, "stay with me."

……

Mo Dou finally compromised and said: "Okay, Dou listens to the king."