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In the house, everything is quiet.

Ling Qu held his breath and put Sijin's wrist down: "It's just some blood, but luckily it didn't hurt the root."

Fu An on the side stared at the person on the bed without blinking, trying to find the shadows of Emperor Jinguang and Empress Elan from his frowning and tightly closed eyes.It's just that the smell of blood in the air covered his thoughts, forcing him not to think too much.

"Go out and talk." He raised his hand and grabbed Ling Qu's sleeve.

"No need." Ling Qu didn't move, just signaled the rest of the people to go out.He tucked Sijin's hand back under the quilt, and said, "Until his child is born, I will stay with him every step of the way."

Fu An's face darkened, and he squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Asshole. I can't scold you in front of him."

The corners of Ling Qu's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of indifference and frivolity in his eyes: "You want to say that the monarch, the minister, the father, the son, and a rebellious person like me, are breaking the rules of the ancestors by being with him?"

"He," Fu'an pointed to Sijin who was sleeping soundly, his eyes were stinging, and he didn't dare to stare at him, "How dare you..."

"I've always been like this." Ling Qu interrupted him unhurriedly, "Instead of worrying about this, you might as well plan how to rebuild a great Jin on the fragmented land."

When mentioning Da Jin, Fu An's eyes dimmed.

He knew that from the moment Li Jun died in battle, Da Jin would not come back.

"That's all." Fu An said, "I came to see you just to ask you one thing, where is Qingxu?"

Ling Qu glanced at him, and asked without answering, "What do you want him for?"

There was a knife on Fu'an's side, but Ling Qu knew in his heart that killing people with a knife was a disgrace to the poison cultivators, even though Fu'an was not considered a serious poison cultivator.

Fu An was very calm.He bent down, and gently placed a pair of tiger-toed shoes in his arms on Sijin's pillow, and said calmly, "It's not up to you to pay back the debts of the older generation."

Ling Qu's eyes paused slightly, and he sighed: "Got it."

"As for the Nine-Turn Mysterious Spirit Pill." Fu An's brows flashed a gloomy look, "At the beginning, one was given to you, one to the prince, and the remaining one, he kept for himself."

This was something Ling Qu never expected.

"You mean, there were originally three Nine-Turn Profound Spirit Pills?" Ling Qu frowned.

"It's not a rare thing. I have as many as I have. If he insisted on taking it back then, I might not have given it to him. It's just that the saying of changing fate against the sky is purely conjectured by people in later generations. I told him, but he didn't believe it." I."

"Probably for him, this is the only way to solve his obsession." Ling Qu said.

The person lying beside him moved.Lingqu immediately locked his eyebrows tightly on Sijin's face, but fortunately Sijin only moved a little, muttered a few words, and fell asleep again.

"Since the prince is safe, I will hand him over to you. If you betray him, I won't think of father's kindness and filial piety." Fu'an said.

"You and I don't look like a loving father and a filial son." Ling Qu sneered.

After stepping out of the gate, Fu An turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, don't wear this dress again next time, it looks like a tiger skin plaster from a distance."

Ling Qu's face darkened, and the fan in his hand was folded in two.

Sijin slept until midnight, when she was woken up by a sharp pain.

As soon as he woke up, Ling Qu, who was in a light sleep, woke up and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Sijin couldn't speak because of the pain, so she just nodded.He practiced martial arts at a young age, and his endurance is the strongest among disciples of the same age, but the pain in his stomach still made him frown deeply, and large drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of cloth, bit it in his mouth, looked at Ling Qu, and said, "Get the knife."

Ling Qu looked at him in astonishment, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

In the past, in order to bear the pain, he would bite the cloth to keep himself silent, which would make him feel better.Now that the child is about to be born, he can't be afraid of pain at this juncture.Thinking of this, Sijin looked at Lingqu firmly and said, "I want to give birth to the child."

"Don't tell me you just want to solve it like this." Lingqu sat down beside him, and wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand, "You will die of pain, Ah Jin."

"Otherwise?" Sijin looked at him still sweating, her eyes were wet, "Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore..."

"It's my husband's fault for making Madam hurt like this." Ling Qu touched his cheek, coaxing him softly, "I'm sorry, I made Ah Jin hurt."

"Stop talking nonsense," Sijin felt that his whole body was on the verge of falling, and he couldn't use any strength. He was still conscious, and said, "Hurry up while I still have strength..."

However, at the next moment, a quiet floral fragrance rushed to the tip of his nose. This floral fragrance carried the breath of night dew, which instantly relieved a lot of pain in Sijin.Because of the slack in Sijin's propped up body, she fell into someone's arms in an instant.

"Go to sleep, Jin." Ling Qu hugged him and said with a smile.

"Leave the rest to me."

Sijin wanted to say something more, but her eyelids became heavier.Finally, under Ling Qu's gaze, he closed his eyes.

"Is it really okay to let Jian Guo stay inside alone?" Outside the room, Ling Mu looked anxious, pacing back and forth, lying on the window from time to time to watch what was going on inside, but everything was very quiet.

In this case, the quieter you are, the more dangerous Sijin's situation will be.

He couldn't help much, he could only be in a hurry.He looked helplessly at Ling Song who was meditating beside him, stepped forward and shook the latter's arm: "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Ling Song is obviously much calmer than him, and he can close his eyes and rest in this situation: "I'm in a mess."

"It's so dangerous to have a baby, you can rest assured!" Ling Mu said angrily, and couldn't help but stretched his head to the window to find out what was going on, but still couldn't find anything.

"Do your best and obey the destiny. If you are too anxious, why don't you still help him?" Ling Song put down the holding beads in his hand and said.

"You..." Ling Mu was in a hurry, and simply stopped talking to him.

At this moment, a cavalry came galloping, Ling Song opened his eyes after a long absence, his face remained unchanged: "A letter from the Cang Mansion."

One of the cavalry flew down, knelt on the ground, and handed over an envelope with both hands.

Ling Song took it, but was not in a hurry to take it apart, and said, "Is there any movement from Dongcheng?"

The messenger shook his head and replied: "Dong Sheng said that we have to wait for Xi Jue to make a decision."

Ling Song knew in his heart that Dong Sheng had left the decision to Ling Qu.The Cang Mansion is willing to support Ling Qu as the supervisor of Xijue at all costs, and it is a big bet on him.

Dong Sheng was so calm, he naturally felt that he had the chance to win.

Looking back at the current situation in northern Xinjiang, once Dongsheng got the territory of Xijue, their situation would not be optimistic.

"Are you worried about Beijiang?" Seeing that he was not in a hurry to open the envelope, Ling Mu sat down and said, "I heard that Beijiang has recently gathered the small country of Yingzhou to fight against Dongsheng."

Lan Er's eyes flashed across Ling Song's brows, with seven points of anxiety but pretending to be calm.I'm afraid she is like an ant on a hot pot right now?

He made up his mind, and suddenly said: "This Xijue cannot be given to Dongcheng."

"Are you crazy?" Ling Mu was taken aback, and quickly glanced outside, "Be careful that Dong Sheng's messenger hasn't gone far."

Ling Song ignored it, but said: "In other words, even if Xijue wants to choose another master, he can't completely hand it over to Dongsheng. With Liangshuo and Qianlin as the boundary, if the land in the north is handed over to them, ten The war will not stop within the year."

Dongsheng doesn't look like a country without ambitions.

"But now we are in the hall, they are all their people." Ling Mu sighed, "There is no way to do what the people want. We can only let the prison country decide from it."

When he said this, he couldn't help looking at the window: "It's been an hour, why hasn't there been any movement?"

He couldn't bear it any longer. Just as he was about to open the door to check the situation, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Holding a swaddling baby, Ling Song put a finger on his mouth:

"You are arguing with my wife."

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