Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 459
In the evening, when Mo Tingye returned to his study, when he thought of the two strange throbbing pains in his chest during the day, he felt flustered and confused, his thoughts were uncertain, and finally he sent someone to invite Feng Zhiyao.

"You mean, you feel a throbbing pain in your chest when the baby moves?" Feng Zhiyao withdrew his hand on his wrist and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that feeling is very strong, like... as if you are about to lose something important, almost suffocating throbbing pain." Mo Tingye thought about it carefully, and affirmed.

Feng Zhiyao took the pulse carefully again, and finally shook his head and said: "Could it be that you are too nervous? Your pulse is steady and strong, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Zhiyao said again: "Well, you should pay more attention in the next two days to see if this happens again. I'll go back and look through the medical books, and then I'll ask my old man."

"En." Mo Tingye responded, but a strong uneasiness gradually grew in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, it was already March, and the wedding between Princess Lingxi and the second son of the General Zhen Guo's Mansion, Nangong Shan, finally arrived. As a son-in-law, he went back to the house to congratulate him, which was enough to give the Nangong family face.

Naturally, King Xuan wanted to accompany his pregnant wife back home, while King Yu and King Rui probably didn't want to drink too much—Duke Yue held the patrol battalion in his hands, but King Yu didn't have half of the military power in his hands. At that time, the choice of Zhen Guo General's Mansion was particularly important.

Unfortunately, Nan Gongyuan seems to have made up his mind to be a pure minister, and turned a blind eye to the favor of both sides. It's no wonder, with his back against the mountain of Prince Xuan's Mansion, even if he didn't stand in line, King Yu and Prince Rui couldn't help him. .

As for Prince Xuan's Mansion, which holds an army of [-] at the border, it has always maintained an attitude of staying out of the matter, neither supporting nor opposing it. To put it bluntly, it is turning a blind eye to the factional struggles in the court today, and wholeheartedly waiting for the birth of their future little master. It became increasingly difficult to see his mind clearly.

It was already night when the wedding banquet ended, Mo Tingye did not hesitate to leave behind the group of people who were clamoring for a bridal chamber, and accompanied his wife on the way home, Xu was a little tired after working all day today, Nangong Qianmo lay down Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Mo'er, Mo'er?" Mo Tingye called softly twice, seeing that she was really asleep, stared at her beautiful sleeping face for a while, then quietly got up and left.

Feng Zhiyao was fiddling with some herbs in his pharmacy, when suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, he was about to call for someone, but he stopped abruptly the moment he saw the face of the person coming——

"Damn, what are you doing at night? You scared me!" Feng Zhiyao complained while patting his chest.

Mo Tingye ignored him, but walked around him and sat down behind the desk. Feng Zhiyao saw that his expression was different, and couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

Mo Tingye looked up at him, and said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember what I told you last time? Recently, the pain of suffocation has become more and more intense, and I find myself often Can't remember something."

Feng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something, the medicine grinder in his hand fell to the ground with a "boom!"

"You said... you can't remember something recently, what do you mean?" Feng Zhiyao stared at him closely and asked, holding his breath involuntarily, praying secretly that it would not be what he thought...

Mo Tingye's brows were full of anxiety and struggle, and his voice trembled slightly: "I don't seem to remember where I first met Mo'er."

Not only that, even what happened between him and Mo'er in the previous life became more and more blurred... This feeling was far more unacceptable than the pain of suffocation, as if something had been forced to Peel off from life, pull out cocoons layer by layer, and go deep into the bone marrow.

At the same time, a sense of fear from the depths of his heart welled up. If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would gradually forget everything related to Mo'er, and even...forget about her!
Feng Zhiyao's heart sank when he heard this, he grabbed his wrist and began to feel his pulse, he let go after a while, but his expression became more serious, and he pulled him outside: "Don't ask anything, just follow me first See the old man!"

The head of the Feng family was old and had always slept lightly. He heard someone knocking on the door, so he immediately put on his clothes and got up to open the door. When he saw the two of them, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Zhiyao, my lord, why are you here at this time? What's up?"

"Father, go in and talk!" Feng Zhiyao's voice was low.

Master Feng looked at the situation of the two of them, and knew that it should not be a trivial matter, so he stepped aside and opened the door: "Come in!" Then he went to light another oil lamp.

"Father, do you remember the illness I asked you about last time?" Feng Zhiyao asked directly.

The head of the Feng family was pouring tea for the two of them, and when he heard this, he subconsciously glanced at him: "I remember, why did I remember it now..."

"Wait!" Patriarch Feng stopped pouring tea, looked at Mo Tingye and asked in disbelief, "You don't mean to tell me that the symptoms appeared on the prince, right?"

Seeing that the two fell into silence, Patriarch Feng felt his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and said to Mo Tingye seriously: "Stretch out your hand."

Mo Tingye passed his wrist in front of him according to his words, and Patriarch Feng got on the pulse, but his expression became more and more dignified, and finally heaved a heavy sigh: "Has the prince started to forget some things related to the princess recently?"

Mo Tingye nodded, his brows formed an inextricable knot, "Does Patriarch Feng know what's going on?"

"Hey, if the old man's guess is correct, this should be the first of the four great poisons in the rivers and lakes——Wang Chen Yin." Patriarch Feng looked at him with complicated eyes, and he still had a way to suppress Zhen Yu Qian Ye back then. One or two, then there is really nothing Wangchen can do to lure him.

"Wangchenyin? How could it be Wangchenyin?! Isn't this kind of poison already lost a hundred years ago?" Feng Zhiyao stood up and asked in disbelief.

Last time, the old man just told him that these symptoms might be caused by a strange poison, but he didn't tell him what it was. In addition, Mo Tingye only had chest pains at that time, and he didn't have any symptoms of forgetting things, so he didn't have many symptoms. think……

"Dare to ask Patriarch Feng, this Wang Chenyin is..." Mo Tingye asked with a frown.

It's no wonder that although people in the Jianghu know that Wangchen is the first of the four strange poisons, few people know what kind of poison it is.

Patriarch Feng sighed again, and his eyes became farther away: "The reason why Wangchenyin can be ranked first among the four strange poisons is because it can make people forget their past, thus killing people invisible."

　Thank you Moshang Mohua for your reward, (*￣3) (ε￣*)
　　
　
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