The Legend of Zhen Huan: An Lingrong

When Zhuhan arrived at the Qingliang Hall where Concubine Hua lived, Concubine Duan also arrived, and Yongzheng believed what Zhen Huan said for a while, got up and wanted to pull her up, Zhuhan thought of the young master lying lifeless on the chariot, For a while, he ignored the guards who stepped forward to stop him, and directly passed them and knelt down in the hall.

Everyone in the hall was startled by her sudden action, Yongzheng thought of some bad guesses, retracted his extended finger, Zhen Huan's eyes darkened, and she lowered her eyebrows in silence.

Concubine Hua was the first to react, and said with a sneer, "The servants under Yigui have really grown up, and they are worthy of being raised by the favored Yigui!" When these words came out, all the concubines in the palace were a little displeased .

Zhuhan didn't care about Concubine Hua's sarcastic remarks or the hostile gazes of the crowd, he just looked straight at Yongzheng and said seriously, "Your Majesty, the master fell off the sedan chair, miscarriage!"

Hearing this sentence, the coldness on Yong's face became stronger, he walked straight past her and walked out the door, the expressions on the faces of the other concubines were different, the happiest person was Concubine Hua, Mei Zhuangxin was always waiting There was a bit of worry on the face.

Zhuhan didn't have the heart to take care of their devious ways, so he straightened up and followed Yongzheng.

Everyone in the hall just looked at each other, followed Yongzheng's footsteps, and walked towards the palace where Lingrong lived.

The hustle and bustle along the way was not inferior to any palace banquet, and the number of people served by concubines alone was already a hundred times that number. Yongzheng's face turned colder when he heard the occasional words from behind him.

But at this moment, he didn't care about these things, he just hoped that the person who carried the chariot would walk faster, and his fingers gently tapped the armrest of the chariot seat, making an irregular sound.

Su Peisheng saw that his expression was worried, so he lightly knocked on the chariot sedan chair with his whisk, and cursed at the man who carried the chariot, "Hurry up, you can afford to delay it, and slaves must know their priorities."

Although Yongzheng didn't say anything, the speed of tapping his fingers slowed down.

Seeing the Yongzheng sedan chair speeding up, Jianqiu felt a little worried. He raised his eyes and glanced at the empress empress sitting on the sedan chair, but found that she was frowning slightly, as if she was very anxious about An's dystocia. The worry didn't go deep into the eyes.

Jian Qiu looked at the queen worriedly, and couldn't help but whisper, "My Lady..." My Lady, Jian Qiu wants to tell you, stop pretending, you obviously care about the Emperor, don't be sad for him, it's not worth it!Why does the empress care about the emperor so much, but the emperor can't see it?Why does the emperor only care about some indifferent women, but he can't see the sincerity of the empress to her.

"Huh? Jianqiu, what's the matter?" The queen looked at Jianqiu with a frown, as if she was a little puzzled by her sudden call. Hearing the queen's voice, Jianqiu suddenly calmed down. The empress had endured it for so many years. You can't hold back your empress.

She shook her head lightly, and said with a serious face, "You servants didn't see that the sedan chair in front has accelerated, so hurry up and catch up with the emperor's sedan chair!"

The queen didn't say anything, but there was a smile of appreciation on the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty, it seems very difficult to keep the baby of Yigui!" Song Zhi said softly, and Concubine Hua smiled coquettishly, "It has nothing to do with us whether this baby can be saved, who told her to hinder some people Where are the eyes?"

Song Zhi faintly heard what Concubine Hua meant, and tentatively said, "Your Majesty, what you mean is that this matter was not done by the people in the harem?"

Concubine Hua chuckled and remained silent.

The women in the palace were just making trouble. This time, not only the An family in the palace had an accident, but the An family outside the palace was also involved. This is not something ordinary women in the harem can do.

She didn't believe it at first, but her brother's entry into the palace that day let her know that the rise of the An clan had already hindered many people's eyes.

By the time Yongzheng arrived at Lingrong's residence, it was already evening, and the hall was lit with lamps, which looked very dazzling among the many towers and pavilions. The hall was quiet and quiet, except for one or two muffled sounds that could be heard occasionally. The palace lady came out with basins of blood, and the imperial physician waited on him inside the house.

The delivery room has been a filthy place since ancient times, and men are not allowed to enter it at will. Yongzheng naturally knew that even if he was anxious, he could only clench his fists, sit on the chair brought by Su Peisheng, and quietly wait for news from the hall.

Ling Rong tightly clenched her fists, clenched her teeth and tried to suppress the urge she was about to blurt out. The pain of contractions had already made her a little unbearable, and the child in her stomach moved very frequently, as if struggling to come out.

The slightly hot liquid gradually drained from the body, taking away the original temperature and her physical strength. Even though Ling Rong continued to replenish her physical strength with the help of her true energy, she couldn't keep up with the speed of the loss.

Ling Rong has never experienced such pain, it seems that the whole body is about to be torn apart. She is not afraid of this pain, but cares about whether the child in her belly can survive.

Cold sweat kept pouring out, gradually wetting her obscene clothes. She couldn't hear what the palace people surrounding her were saying, and couldn't see anything clearly. It seemed that there was a layer of tulle in front of her eyes, so she couldn't see clearly. Unfathomable.

The next labor pain hit her, but it made her tighten her body in pain. She was worried about the child in her belly. She didn't know how long she could endure, and she didn't know whether the child who survived would survive.

I don't know if it was the pain that made her nerves tense. The originally inaudible voice gradually became clearer. In front of her eyes was the darkness caused by blood loss. She heard the slight sound of boots stepping on the carpet, rapid and frequent, and the sound of footsteps. It continued until the door.

There was a heavy sound, the sound of a human body hitting the ground, and she heard a man pleading guilty, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty, my pelvis has not been fully opened, but my lord has lost strength now, I'm afraid it's not good!"

Lingrong suddenly couldn't hear any sound again, she was trembling, and wanted to hold someone's finger, but someone stretched out her hand, she held that hand tightly, as if grasping the last straw, With all his strength, he said, "Even if I die, I must...keep...the child, and give the child to the queen!"

Yongzheng quietly looked at the imperial physician who was kneeling in front of him covered in sweat, his eyes were gloomy and could not see the slightest light, his fingers were tightly clenched into fists, faintly revealing a smear of blood, with a faint smell of blood.

"Bao Da!" His voice was low, and the darkness concealed the expressions on his face one by one.

The queen was startled, and her fingers hidden under her sleeves were clenched instantly. She realized her gaffe, and lowered her eyebrows to hide all her emotions. She knew how important the emperor's descendants are in the heart of the emperor, precisely because she knew this She couldn't believe that the emperor would say that he wanted to keep the nobleman.

Even if my sister was favored back then, the emperor just told the imperial physician to keep the child as much as possible, but today for the sake of the nobleman..., this person can't be kept, and there is a bit of coldness in her covered eyes.

The imperial doctor couldn't bear Yongzheng's cold air, and when he heard what he said, he went back to the palace to help. Yongzheng twirled the jade wrench on his thumb, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, but the whitish finger held on it But Jie faintly revealed his mood.

At this moment, the door of the palace was opened again. This time it was Leng Rui, the maid of the mausoleum, who came out. Her eyes were slightly red, and there were tears on her face. Every step she took was extremely heavy. A step away from Yongzheng, she knelt down in front of Yongzheng with a 'plop', and said, "Your Majesty, the young master said that if something happens, she must keep the child, even if she sacrifices herself."

Yongzheng's finger holding the finger was bloodless, and the blue veins were faintly visible on his hand. He suddenly picked up the quilt on the table and wanted to smash it hard at Leng Rui.

Leng Rui didn't dodge, the hot tea poured on her body, soaked her clothes, scalded her skin red, the cup smashed her forehead, the blood was mottled, she didn't care, the whole person fell to her knees , said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the young master hopes to save the child! Give everything!"

Yongzheng trembled slightly, it was not the first time he had seen such a scene, on the day when Concubine Tong's concubine had a difficult delivery, the maid also swore to the death to keep the child.

At that time, he didn't understand, and cried loudly for Concubine Tong, but Huang Ama sat there silently without speaking. She didn't understand at that time, but now he is facing the same choice.

He was silent, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Baoxiao!" The two words were very concise, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

Zhuhan looked at Yongzheng in disbelief, she couldn't believe that in the eyes of the emperor, the descendants of the emperor are far more important than the young master, so why did she ask the emperor to help the young master, she bit her lip, hesitated, Finally rushed into the palace.

Seeing that Yongzheng had no intention of stopping her, everyone did not stop her.

Zhu Han looked at the pots of blood that were brought out, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart. She hurriedly passed the others, but only saw the young master surrounded by several midwives. She suddenly heard Feeling a faint fragrance, she naturally knew what it was, her pupils shrank slightly, and she finally understood why the little master who had always been healthy was suddenly unable to give birth.

Normal people would not care about such a light fragrance, but she is very familiar with this kind of fragrance. This kind of thing was the first fragrance made by the little bishop when she mixed spices for the first time, but the little master had never And she emphasized that if the amount of spice is too heavy, it may make people weak.

She stretched out her hand and pushed the nanny away. The nanny was startled, then pretended nothing happened, and said coldly, "I don't know what the servant did wrong, the girl wants to treat me like this?"

Zhuhan stretched out his hand to grasp her fingers, took out the handkerchief she hid in his sleeve, tightened his hand coldly, and said coldly, "Nurse, you want to put our little master to death ! Murdering a royal descendant is a serious crime!"

Jing Cong also suddenly realized something, and stepped hard on that nanny's ankle, using [-]% of her strength, almost breaking that nanny's ankle.

Yongzheng heard the screams suddenly coming from the palace, thought something happened, so he asked Su Peisheng to go in and have a look, Su Peisheng saw this scene as soon as he entered the room, he naturally knew what happened after seeing all the secrets in the palace, He grabbed the nanny and went out.

After hearing Su Peisheng's report, Yongzheng just spit out three words, "Drag on!"

Zhu Han didn't care about the nanny's begging for mercy, she held Ling Rong's fingers tightly, weeping uncontrollably, and said as she cried, "Master, if you can still hear what I'm saying, then please persevere." Come down! The harem is a place where people can kill without blinking an eye, who will treat your child sincerely except you? Do you want to watch the little elder brother die in the harem battle?"

She waited for a long time, but did not wait for Ling Rong's response, she held Ling Rong's palm tightly, and wept quietly, as if she wanted to use up all the tears in her life at once.

She suddenly raised her head and stared blankly at Ling Rong, the young master seemed to have moved just now.

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