The cold young master's exquisite wife

The climate in Kyoto must be much milder than that of Dongyue City. There is no wind, sand, or scorching sunshine. The Prince's Mansion has already moved to a new location, and the mansion has been newly decorated, which is comparable to the luxury of the palace.

But Yan Wei'er had no luck, and fell ill as soon as she arrived in the capital. Feng Chuyang was so frightened that even the imperial doctor was invited to the mansion to ask for Yan Wei'er's pulse.

At first, Jasmine was not too worried, thinking that it was another trick that Madam played to make Feng Chuyang go crazy, but unexpectedly, the imperial doctor's words scared her and Feng Chuyang into a fool.

After the imperial doctor left, Feng Chuyang said to Jasmine: "For the sake of your lady, don't tell her the news for now, do you think so?"

Jasmine cried very sadly, and regardless of Feng Chuyang in front of her eyes, she just fell down on the chair, heartbroken.

Feng Chuyang was about to speak again, but saw Jasmine standing up, grabbing the teacup on the table and throwing it at him, crying as she threw it, "Get out! Get out! It's you who killed our wife!"

Feng Chuyang tilted his body, avoiding the teacup, and suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle Jasmine's neck: "You lowly servant girl, do you think that my prince really dare not kill you!"

Jasmine's eyes were full of hatred and sadness, and she smiled with difficulty: "You kill me, kill me quickly, I don't want to live anyway. You made my wife like this, you crazy dog..."

Feng Chuyang's eyes sank, and he placed his palm on Jasmine's face: "You bitch, if you want to die, I will grant you!" He approached Jasmine step by step.

Yan Wei'er's voice came from the room, it was very faint, but in the deathly silence, it seemed so timely and clear: "Jasmine, Jasmine..." Accompanied by another burst of coughing.

Jasmine rushed into the room and threw herself in front of Yan Weier's bed: "Ma'am, are you awake?" She had already wiped away her tears, pretending to be nonchalant and even happy.

Yan Wei'er raised her hand, caressing her red and swollen face tremblingly: "Good Jasmine, what's wrong with your face?" Her voice was so weak that she seemed to die at any moment, and there were tears in her eyes.

Jasmine couldn't help but burst into tears: "When I entered the room just now, my face hit the door frame and it was swollen." Her choked up voice sounded like a sore bump.

Yan Wei'er tried her best to smile: "You really are not careful when you walk, why are you in a hurry?" When she spoke, her eyes were full of soreness, and suddenly, tears flowed slowly, and she fell on the pillow suddenly: "Jasmine, my Is the child gone?"

When she asked this sentence, she suddenly burst into tears, and Jasmine couldn't stop crying too.How could it be possible to hide it from her?She knew medical skills, but because of her knowledge of medicine, she was harmed again.

From the time Feng Chuyang caught her, she was slightly infected with the plague.In order to preserve her innocence, along the way, she vomited and fainted on the boat. She thought it was a symptom of seasickness, and she also thought it was because of the medicine she had taken.

In fact, she was pregnant with Jilianbieno's child, but she ignored it.

Her health was getting worse and worse, until she went to live in Dongyue City and got the Zhengqin, thinking that she could protect herself, so she was willing to take medicine properly.But at that time the fetus had already been affected by the drug and slowly became stillborn.

The fetus was stillborn, and no one knew about it for several months.The imperial doctor was also taken aback.

Yan Wei'er had a great time fighting with Feng Chuyang's wits along the way, and was eagerly preparing to break into Feng Chuyang's barracks, stealing some information or planning for troops, but in short, he couldn't let him have a good life.

But when she entered the capital and felt that everything was going to be carried out according to her ideas, she fell down and was extremely hurt.

Her and Quiliano's children were gone.

She actually killed their child for herself.

When everything had become a fact, she was not even interested in dealing with Feng Chuyang.The painful heart seemed to be cut open by a knife, with a series of cuts and drops of blood.

She didn't even look at Feng Chuyang standing in front of the bed, she just stared blankly at the ceiling in a daze.

Outside the window, the sun was so dazzling, but inside the window, it was as cold as an ice cellar.Without saying a word, Feng Chuyang walked out of the house, shook his head for a long time, and went straight to the court.

According to the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor, Jasmine decocted the medicine and brought it to the bed: "Madam, come, drink the medicine."

Yan Wei'er looked at Jasmine, her eyes were full of sadness: "Jasmine, do you want to do this to me too?" She touched her belly lightly, and whispered: "I will not let my child leave me." Her tone was soft, It's like being afraid of waking a sleeping baby.

Jasmine knelt in front of the bed, brought the bowl in front of her again, and said sadly: "Madam, the child is already dead, don't do this, the imperial doctor said, if you continue like this, sooner or later you will risk your own life .”

"No! No, no!" Yan Wei'er shook her hands, and suddenly knocked the medicine to the ground: "I won't drink it, and I won't let my child leave me." She suddenly cried heartbreakingly, because she knew that, She knew better than anyone that her baby was gone.

Jasmine fell to the ground, feeling as if her child was gone.However, she couldn't cry all the time, she had to ask his wife to take medicine on time and clean up the carrion in her belly, otherwise she would never have a child again, and even her life would be endangered.

During the seven days when Yan Weier returned to the capital, she slept and woke up, cried when she woke up, skipped meals, and occasionally drank some water.Seeing Feng Chuyang coming, it was as if this person did not exist.

Jasmine brought the medicine over as usual and handed it to her.Although she didn't overturn the medicine, she said in a sad tone: "Good Jasmine, please, let me stay with him for a while longer." Then she wept silently until her crying became hoarse and her eyes could no longer shed tears. .

On the seventh day, Feng Chuyang came again.

Yan Wei'er said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to have a funeral." She was so sad that she wanted to cry without tears.

Feng Chuyang frowned: "Here?"

"You don't need to be here." Yan Wei'er looked blankly, her eyes sunken severely.

"There is a courtyard in the suburbs, is that okay?" Feng Chuyang felt a little disturbed, what is this?Before the imperial concubine came in, help her bury her and other man's children first, and she couldn't refuse.

He sometimes felt that he was too soft-hearted towards this woman.A man who has achieved great things should not be so humble to a woman.But from the very beginning, he was the one who yearned for her first. No matter what the reason was, whether it was that ridiculous prophecy or his obsessed longing, he bowed his head in the end.

With his usual style, regardless of whether she is willing or not, he will cook rice with her first, but what's the point of that?He has no shortage of women.

Feng Chuyang left the room without waiting for Yan Weier's answer.The next day, soldiers and horses came to escort Yan Wei'er and the others to another courtyard in the suburbs.

Due to Madam's illness, Jasmine asked Anu to stay with Xiao Wu recently, and did not tell them Madam's illness.For such a painful thing, it won't help to say that it hurts once.

But they still knew, but no one dared to ask, no one dared to say anything, and quietly accompanied Madam in grief.

In the other courtyard in the suburbs, the house is full of black and white, but there is no coffin.The cloudy wind blew by, and the burning ghost paper flew everywhere. Yan Wei'er cried: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault, I shouldn't run out so capriciously. If your father knows you are there, don't you?" How happy it would be to know."

She said these words over and over again, and as she spoke, she fainted again.

A woman who has lost a child is like dying herself.She lives in a garden in the suburbs, and no one is allowed to remove the decorations of the mourning hall.However, she started taking medicine.

Drink and cry, cry and drink.The reason why she was still willing to drink the medicine was because she had promised Jilianbieno that no matter what, she would live.Therefore, she wanted to go back alive to meet Jilianbieno.

The mourning hall was set up for 49 days before it was withdrawn.

Yan Wei'er took the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, and her body is recovering.Just when she was in better health, she made a request to Feng Chuyang again, to perform rituals for her dead child in the temple, and to save the child's soul.

Feng Chuyang's fighting has been tense recently, Jiang Rui'an, the most powerful general under his command, fought against Xuanwu's soldiers and horses at Cangning Ferry, and they were in a stalemate.He ordered Yan Wuchen to escort Yan Wei'er to Haining Temple and stay for a few days.

In the temple, Yan Wei'er cultivated quietly and quietly, and gradually returned to normal, suppressing her grief in her heart.If she didn't leave, Yan Wuchen didn't dare to urge her.Now who is the master, everyone knows in their hearts.

One must have sarcasm, and the other must be angry.

On the third day after Yan Wei'er entered the temple, the Crown Prince Feng Chulie and Grand Tutor Wen Ling of the Eastern Palace unexpectedly also came.Everyone knelt down, and Yan Wei'er was no exception.

Yan Wei'er's identity is secret, so it's not appropriate to publicize it, so she shy away from it, and did not have a word of conversation with Feng Chulie.

Only that night, a black shadow sneaked into the house.

Yan Wei'er was awake, but she didn't scream.She was originally a captive, so is she still afraid that someone will come captive again?

"Madam Young Master, I am Duan Chong." Hei Ying knelt on the ground and saluted.

Yan Wei'er sat up all of a sudden: "Duan Chong? Duan Chong of the Eighteenth Knight?" Of course she recognized this person. The Eighteenth Knight had followed her on trips many times to protect her.

"Ma'am, why are you here alone? What about the young master, is he here too?" Duan Chong was confused, he didn't want to think about it, the young master came, how could he let the young master's wife sleep in the room alone.

Yan Wei'er briefly explained the situation to him: "Duan Chong, do you know Feng Chuyang's new mansion?"

Duan Chong nodded: "He is so ostentatious, who would not know?"

"That's good. There is a big locust tree at the gate of the backyard of his mansion. If I steal valuable information, I will put it under that tree. You can come and see it every three days, okay?"

"Ma'am, why do you have to take the risk yourself?" Duan Chong asked urgently.

"I want to avenge my child." Yan Wei'er said coldly, her fists clenched tightly, her nails pinching her flesh.

Duan Chong didn't dare to ask more questions, and agreed, but said with a worried expression: "Madam, please take care of yourself as a prerequisite, otherwise, no matter how important the information is, the young master will not be happy if he gets it."

Yan Wei'er sighed, which sounded frightening in the silent night: "Tell the young master that he must not come to the capital, Feng Chuyang has already ambushed, I will find a chance to run, let him remember, he not only Not only is my Yan Weier's husband, but also the head of Ji Lian's family."

Duan Chong kept it in his heart silently, and left quietly, as if he had never appeared in this room before.

Yan Wei'er got up and lit the candle, sat on the bed, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and prayed for the dead child, and at the same time, prayed for Ji Lianbienuo.