Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 161 You are just a bastard (2)
"Because I was often angry when I was pregnant, and the child was born less than a month old. The doctor said that the child is afraid that he will not survive. If he wants to survive, he can only be sent to Buding Mountain in a quiet place. For his sake If he can survive, when he was only three months old, I personally sent him to Buding Mountain and sent him to the master of Tianque Temple."

"I go to see him once a year and see him grow taller and taller every year. I think, if he can survive there, I would rather keep him there all the time."

"But when he was seven years old, he left suddenly, leaving nothing behind."

Speaking of this, Duan Wanqing's voice was still kind and gentle, and there was no trace of sadness in her eyes. It seemed that her sadness had been drained away during the days she was talking about. Only Si Jixia was holding onto her left knee tightly. His hands trembled violently.

"So, you are not my son." But in an instant, the kindness and tenderness in Duan Wanqing's eyes disappeared completely, replaced by stagnant calm, "My son is called Si Yi."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with you. If you were Si Yi, even if you had no arms, you would still be my Si Yi." Duan Wanqing raised her hand slowly and caressed Si Jixia's cheek. On the top of her head, she stroked lightly, and said, "Unfortunately, you are not, because I hate her, so I hate you too. I thought I would love you, but I overestimated myself. The first time you saw him, his silence and his expressionless face made me feel disheartened, he didn't know that you were not Si Yi."

"Heh, heh heh..." Duan Wanqing withdrew her hand, and suddenly laughed softly at herself, "Even if I have a son, so what, I still lost after all."

"Then... who am I?" Si Jixia slowly raised his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, looking at Duan Wanqing who was chuckling lightly, his eyes were filled with so much sadness that his voice trembled , very hoarse.

"Hehe...I'm not your mother, Si Haoheng is not your father, you have nothing to do with this Prince Yi's Mansion." Duan Wanqing smiled lightly again, tilted her head back slightly, and then lowered her head to look at the mansion again. Si Jixia's eyes were filled with coldness, "Who are you? Even she doesn't want you, who do you think you could be?"

"The parents who have been raising you are not your parents." Duan Wanqing put her hand on Si Jixia's head again, rubbed it lightly, and said with affection, regret and hatred: "You, it's just A savage."

Si Jixia looked at Duan Wanqing, and suddenly his body shook violently, as if he was about to fall into the dirty and cold water.

Shock and sorrow cracked in his eyes, shattered into powder little by little, and finally turned into darkness.

bastard?

Is he... a bastard?
Duan Wanqing stopped talking, and stopped looking at Si Jixia, but leaned back against the wall behind her again, and closed her eyes.

After a long, long time, the sound of water being stirred in the prison was heard. Si Jixia stood up slowly with his left hand on his knees. His thin body drenched in lake water was shaking violently, as if he was about to fall over at any moment. , This is obviously a very simple movement of getting up, but at this moment he is doing it extremely difficult.

When he stood up, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at Duan Wanqing who closed his eyes slightly on the stone bed and did not want to look at him again, and said in a hoarse voice: "I will rescue you out."

After Si Jixia finished speaking, he turned around like he was running away, stumbled and strode out of the cell.

But just when his back heels barely left the cell door, he heard the muffled "bang" sound of a hard object hitting the wall in the cell, and Si Jixia's footsteps froze outside the cell door for an instant, then quickly turned around and started back. He rushed back into the cell, his feet stirred the water in the cell and rushed to the stone bed.

Duan Wanqing, who was originally sitting with her back against the stone wall, was lying on the stone bed. A large piece of blood was blooming on the dark brown wall, and it was still dripping vertically. The top of Duan Wanqing's right temple opened wider and wider, thick blood soaked her temple hair.

Si Jixia sat on the stone bed, stretched out his trembling hands to help her up, his long eyelashes were trembling in panic, and after helping Duan Wanqing up, he groped for something on himself.

Duan Wanqing looked at Si Jixia who was sad and flustered, and smiled lightly, with sadness in his smile, "Why... aren't you my Si Yi?"

Si Jixia's hand shook again, and he took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, bit off the cork with his mouth, and brought the mouth of the bottle to Duan Wanqing's mouth.

"Leave King Yi's Mansion, here...you are never needed here." Duan Wanqing ignored the white porcelain bottle that Si Jixia handed to her mouth, and just looked into his eyes, looking at him with tender eyes for the first time , "Leave, go where you want to go."

Si Jixia's hands were shaking violently, and his voice was still hoarse: "I will rescue you."

Even if she is not his mother.

Of course, what answered Si Jixia was the blood flowing from the corner of Duan Wanqing's slightly raised mouth, and it flowed more and more, gushing out from the cracks in her lips like a spring.

"Pa-ta..." Si Jixia's hands froze, and the small white porcelain bottle in his hand fell onto the quilt spread on the stone bed, making a small depression on the quilt, and the transparent liquid in the bottle poured out and soaked into it. In the bedding.

Si Jixia stared blankly at Duan Wanqing, watched the slightly raised corners of her mouth collapse, watched the blood from her mouth stain her chin red, watched her eyes slowly close, her head tilted suddenly, I lost my breath.

Si Jixia watched Duan Wanqing commit suicide by biting her tongue.

She didn't intend to let anyone save her, it seemed that she had already planned to die, from the moment she appeared in Ji Yao.

But even if she died, she would not tell him who he was.

All she told him was that he was a bastard, just a bastard.

It's even more pathetic than the prince of Yi Wang's mansion who is nothing.

Si Jixia froze in front of the stone bed and did not move for a long time. He still did not move until Hei Ying appeared after hearing no movement from the cell for a long time.

Hei Ying looked at Duan Wanqing who was out of breath on the stone bed, startled, and then his face became gloomy.

The reception hall of the palace.

When Lord Yi arrived, Lou Yuan was reclining on the grand teacher's chair drinking tea. Seeing Lord Yi stepping into the threshold of the hall, let alone standing up, he didn't even adjust his posture slightly, but just turned the teacup in his hand towards the door. Lord Yi raised it slightly and shook it, and lazily said: "The tea in the prince's mansion should be replaced. This tea is so bad that it will only lose face for the prince."

The chief steward who followed Lord Yi into the hall was startled when he heard Lou Yuan's words, and said in his heart that only this young Prime Minister in the world dared to speak to the Lord with such an attitude and tone, If they were replaced, a hundred heads would not be enough to lose.

However, there is always something unclear in the mind of the chief steward. Since the prince dared to disobey the king's order, he treated this young right-hand man very politely. Few people in Beijing dared to come to Nanling to come to King Yi's mansion. However, this young The right minister has come to the palace every year since he became the right minister, and every time he comes, the prince will play a game of chess with him. No one has ever been able to sit shoulder to shoulder with the prince, let alone sit face to face. Phase is No.1.

(End of this chapter)