The fourth master's favorite concubine

Chapter 116 116
"How about Imperial Physician Li?" Yi Jin had a rare nervous expression.

Looking at the bright red blood in the porcelain bowl exuding a fragrance, I felt more and more frightening.

It is said that the harem's methods of competing for favor are vicious, and it is impossible to guard against it by surprise. It was just heard in the past, but now I really have a deep understanding.

Yi Jin couldn't help reaching out to support the two months-old children on his stomach, feeling scary.

If she hadn't accidentally cut her finger, the child might be plotting against her unknowingly.

What a terrifying and vicious thought!

"This is the first time I smell blood that doesn't look like blood, and I don't have any clues in my heart." She thought about it carefully, but she didn't know what went wrong.

Could it be him, Liu Ruyun?

With an ugly frown, he glanced at Li Taiyi who was as puzzled as he was.

Li Tai has never smelled blood like this in decades of medical treatment.

It's not how to answer for a while.

He stared and watched, breath-holding, and smelled and smelled.

suddenly.

Kneeling in a daze, he said.

"I heard that in Qinghai, there is a kind of bewitching and dazzling grass called the flower of mandala. This flower is extremely cold, and it is taboo for pregnant women. If you eat it for a long time, it can make pregnant women drowsy and lethargic during pregnancy. It is generally the same. I heard that the juice of its flowers and leaves can make people excited or anesthetized. The oil of the flower oil refined from the juice is light, and it is not easy to detect when you smell it carefully. Could it be that the young master has been given the juice of this flower. That child..."

Doctor Li hesitated to speak, and the official book would not record this dark flower.He just glanced at the hand-copied wild collection by chance, and he couldn't tell the authenticity of it.

"My lord, I'm terrified."

Yi Jin tightly held the wound caused by taking blood, took a deep breath and looked at Li Tai doctor calmly.

"Mr. Li, just as you said, if this palace has been given this medicine, what will happen to the child in the womb."

Doctor Li didn't dare to speak, the young master was pregnant with a dragon's heir, who would dare to curse the emperor's dragon son.

"I'm just guessing and there is no textual basis, so I don't dare to jump to conclusions. Please forgive me, my lord."

"Could it be a stillborn baby?"

Yi Jin thinks carefully, the juice of this flower is colorless and tasteless, presumably it is mixed with the decoction, day after day, and again and again, when the time is right, she will disappear and die.

Since she couldn't even survive, let alone the child in her womb.

"Sir, panic."

"This is not the imperial palace, even if you tell the truth, I don't blame you." Standing up, he walked in front of Imperial Physician Li.

Looking at Li Taiyi firmly and calmly, she wanted an answer and also saved herself.

"Will it be aborted." She asked again.

"Little master, if the juice of these words is really given, both the pregnant woman and the child will unknowingly feel like a cocoon being spun, and the body's blood will be gradually emptied, and the child in the belly will also suffer from insufficient blood. Died in the belly."

"So cruel..." Eyebrows fluttered, fists clenched,

Standing still in front of the window, looking up at the stars in the sea of ​​flowers.

The stars are numerous and difficult to measure, but they are also mighty and mighty, and each plays its own role in the universe.

Don't do to others what you don't want to do to others, even if they don't want to be alone, then no one can blame her for hiding a needle in the cotton.

After a long time, the corners of his eyes moved slightly, he smiled kindly, his thin lips curled slightly, and he called out to Li'er and Xing'er outside the door.

"Li'er, Xing'er, play a song and listen to it."

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I just fell asleep, worrying about the pressure of the quilt and breaking the flowers.Counting more chips, seeing the silver worm falling.Dreams are hard to rely on, news is hard to be true, but it's just making money and frowning all day long.

In front of the candlelight desk, under Rong Ruo's swipe of the pen, each elegant character is listed into a line of sincere poems.

Nalan Rongruo got up several times, opened the window several times and looked towards the empty courtyard.

(End of this chapter)