The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

If, if it is true...pregnant...what should I do? !

oh my god!I really want to cry but have no tears!

no!Guo Yixue!You have to calm down!Maybe this algorithm is not accurate in ancient times!

oh my god oh my god

What a thunderbolt!

Lianhua stood at the door of the study, walking up and down.

The concubine has been inside for an hour, why hasn't she come out...

After thinking about it, she still raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Wangfei, Wangfei."

"I am here……"

Guo Yixue limply lay on the table, and replied weakly.

"Princess, are you okay..."

Guo Yixue had a bitter face: "There is something, it's still a big deal..."

Holding her stomach with one hand, she felt even more powerless whenever she thought that something might be growing in her stomach.

"Ah...Princess, does it matter..." Lianhua's worried voice came from outside the door.

Guo Yixue sighed, sat up straight, lit the oil lamp, burned the paper, and after tidying up, got up and opened the door.

"Princess, what's the matter with you?" Lianhua looked at her listless face and asked.

"Sigh." Guo Yixue sighed again, shaking his head: "It's nothing, I caused trouble on my own."

It is indeed self-inflicted, alas.

**

Guo Yixue looked at Yun Qingmin, who was probably half responsible, put down his chopsticks, and pinched his cheeks fiercely: "I really deserve a beating, a pinch, a beating!"

Why are you just worrying about yourself!The other party is so carefree!

Too bad!

"Hmm... Liangzi... what's swollen..." Yun Qingmin asked inarticulately as her cheeks hurt a little from being pulled by her.

"My hands are itchy, so I pinch them easily." Guo Yixue glared at him, humming, this person doesn't know if he still remembers what he did!Picking up the chopsticks, she ate the food with big mouthfuls.

Yun Qingmin blinked innocently, her black eyes looked at her mouth full of food, and pointed to a dish: "Liangzi...I want that..."

"No hands? Hold it yourself!" Guo Yixue raised his eyes and glared at him.

"Oh..." Yun Qingmin's left hand slowly reached into the dish.

Guo Yixue didn't look sideways, and tapped his hand with chopsticks: "Pick it with chopsticks!"

"Ah..." He wailed and withdrew his hand, "Holding chopsticks will make your hands sore..."

"I take care of you!"

Several servants sneaked together with Lianhua:

"What happened to the princess?"

"Did your lord do something wrong?"

"I don't know, after the princess came out of the study, she became impatient..."

"..."

Guo Yixue raised her eyebrows, and turned to stare at the servants: "Are you all free? En?"

"Uh... not."

The servants froze immediately and walked out immediately.

Yun Qingmin tilted her head and looked at Guo Yixue with black eyes: "Liangzi, are you angry?"

"No." Answered quickly, Guo Yixue didn't look at him.

"Then how..."

Guo Yixue picked up a piece of lean meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "Shut up, don't talk to me!"

**

That night.

Guo Yixue was held in Yun Qingmin's arms, her steady breathing indicated that the master had fallen asleep.

Yun Qingmin opened her black eyes, looked down at Guo Yixue, who had a relaxed sleeping face, and with a slight hook of her mouth, she pinched her wrist gently with one hand and took her pulse. After a while, her eyes were filled with joy.

He hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and pressed a kiss on her closed eyes with his lips.

"The king's wife."

Guo Yixue is dreaming.

She found herself in a sea of ​​blood.

There was a low sobbing sound that kept echoing in his ears.

... Mother, protect me, mother...

...Mom, help me...

……mother……

She searched everywhere for the source of the sound, but there was no other color except red. She lowered her head and found that her pure white clothes were also stained with red.

……mother……

...Mom, help me...

"Who is it! Who is talking!"

Guo Yixue was a little irritable, as soon as the sobs sounded, her heart ached.

"Who's talking! Come out."

...Mum, it's a child...

...Mom, the baby can't get out...

……mother……

baby?

Yes, the voice is a soft child's voice.

But I have no children.

Something flashed through my mind.

Guo Yixue put his hands on his flat stomach, opened his mouth, and said softly:

"Are you, my child?"

...Mom, help me...

"What's wrong with you?"

……mother……

The voice began to disappear, and she found that everything she saw was red, and then looked down at her clothes, which were blood red.

Her heart began to ache again, as if being tightly squeezed by someone.

Some cold liquid slipped down his face, and when he touched it, it seemed to be tears.

why?

"Lyoko... Ryoko..."

Someone is calling her.

It was Dayun's voice.

Something warm was stuck to the corner of her eye.

Guo Yixue opened his eyes.

What came into her eyes was Yun Qingmin's black eyes filled with worry, and in the black eyes, she saw tears on her face.

"Dayun..."

She looked at him and said in a daze.

That dream just now, that strange dream...

Is it implying something?

Hands can not help but cover his stomach.

Is there really a life here?

Yun Qingmin stretched out his hand and patted her on the back lightly: "Be good, Ryoko won't cry..."

"...I didn't cry." She found that her nasal voice was very heavy, and she raised her hand to wipe her face, which was wet and a little uncomfortable.

Yun Qingmin's chin rested on the top of her hair, her black eyes looked at the bed curtain, "Don't be afraid, Liangzi, I'm here."

Guo Yixue wrapped her arms around his waist with one hand, and grabbed his lapel with the other, and replied, "En."

His breath was several feet away, the faint smell of his body lingered in her nose, his words, everything made her find herself in a very safe place, and made her feel at ease.

"Liangzi, be good...be good..."

His hand was still patting her back lightly, as if comforting a baby to sleep.

Guo Yixue closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

This time she didn't dream of anything.A piece of peace.

Yun Qingmin stayed up all night, afraid of being woken up by her sobs again, he still patted her back lightly without stopping, as if he didn't feel any soreness.