A prostitute of rebirth

168 Chapter 2 - The Rammer's Body ([-])
Huangfu Moxie came to the academy suddenly. This matter is very strange. He needs to think carefully. If his father did not accept him again, then it's okay. As long as he doesn't become a stumbling block for him to be the prince, he can let him live. But if someone dares to hinder him, he will not be lightly forgiven.

For example, Huangfu Lisheng!
Huangfu Moxie didn't take another look at Huangfu Yinghong who was still roaring when Huangfu Qi Yang dragged him away. His clear pupils caught Murong Xiaoxiao's back, and the corners of his stiff mouth suddenly turned into soft lines.

After returning to her own position, Murong Xiaoxiao spread out her palms, and there lay a piece of paper that was crumpled by her pinching quietly.

Open it, and there is a short sentence written on it: "Money received, keep what you say, Ye Shan!"

Even though he was cutting off the head and tail, Murong Xiaoxiao understood in an instant that the person who bumped into her just now was the bandit who kidnapped her that day. It seems that he has successfully obtained the money from Mo's hand, and he is really trustworthy !
Ye Shan?
She wasn't surprised at all, but she was curious that Ye Shan was willing to join forces with Murong Yingxue to harm her. It seemed that she really underestimated Murong Yingxue's ability.

If you want to destroy her innocence, that's fine, she will let the daughter of the Ye family pay for the damage to her reputation, and she will never be able to stand up again!

What Murong Xiaoxiao is missing now is just a chance.

There are not many opportunities to fall into the sky, but there is still a chance to find a "repayment" to Ye Shan. Don't worry, they have plenty of time.

The light rain is drizzled, the night sky is as dark as splashed ink, and there is a hint of coolness in the breeze of the spring night.

The rain fell "tick, tick" along the eaves, adding a tense atmosphere to the night.

The Orchid Courtyard is already in chaos, running back and forth, crowded with people and shouting constantly.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Hot water, go change the hot water!" In the room, Ying Lan eagerly ordered everyone.

"Ah-ah-"

Forsythia's cry sounded like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the old lady and the others one after another.

"What's the matter? It's been several hours since the birth, why hasn't it been born yet?" Under the corridor, the old lady looked anxiously into the room, her originally serious face was full of worry at the moment.

It was already midnight, Lianqiao's cries were more and more miserable, and her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Murong Wei frowned, paced back and forth at the door, looking at the old lady anxiously: "Mother, is the child okay?"

Murong, who was quietly sitting at the side, smiled, and when he heard Murong Wei's words, a cold light suddenly shot out from his downcast eyes.

child?

Father's first reaction was to see if the child was okay, and he didn't even mention mother.

The child in the mother's womb is important, but in his heart, is the woman who bears his children not important at all?

But at this time, she didn't have much thought to blame Murong Wei. The old lady was anxious with Murong Wei, and she was even more anxious. One was her mother, and the other was her own brother or sister. No one was more worried than her. The safety of the two.

The old lady gave Murong Wei a reproachful look: "Bah, bah, don't say such unlucky things."

"Yes, mother, my son is in a hurry and confused."

Mo Shi stepped forward to appease Murong Wei's restless and nervous heart in a timely manner: "Master, don't worry, the fourth sister has given birth for the second time, and it is estimated to be a boy, so it will be difficult to give birth. Let's wait patiently."

Although it was words of consolation, it made Murong Wei calm down a little bit. Mo Shi was right, it must be because the baby was a boy that it was difficult.

Another hour passed, and Lianqiao's yelling continued, making everyone more nervous. Suddenly, Wen Po ran out in a panic.

"It's not good, it's not good, the fourth lady had a difficult labor, she lost a lot of blood, she's already passed out, I...I..." I couldn't deliver the baby anymore.

Before the last words were finished, Murong Wei took a step forward, and grabbed her collar with his big hand, his whole body was full of anger: "Damn it, why is it difficult to give birth, go back to me, I must make sure the baby is safe, Otherwise, I will kill you."

Wen Po trembled, caught by the anger in Murong Wei's eyes, she nodded tremblingly: "Yes... yes..."

Murong Weitu let go, and Wen Po's legs went limp when she landed on the ground, she ran back to the house scrambling and scrambling, and said anxiously: "Quick, quickly bring the mint leaves to the Fourth Madam to smell."

When Murong Xiaoxiao heard that Forsythia was having dystocia, her little face turned pale with fright, lost all blood, lifted her feet, and walked into the room.

Pots of bloody water came out, and clean water was brought in again.

Mo's face was cloudy and cloudy, and he kept cursing in his heart that it would be better if Forsythia died of dystocia, so that she could get rid of her without much effort.

Not long after, Lianqiao's screams sounded again, because of Wen Po's words, the old lady and Murong Wei couldn't calm down any more.

The rain stopped at some point, and the sky gradually cleared up until the hazy sky revealed a hint of whiteness. In the sky above the Orchid Courtyard, a baby's clear and loud cry suddenly passed.

"Wow...wow..."

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly walked into the house.

"Congratulations to the old lady, congratulations to the master, the fourth lady gave birth to a fat boy."

Yinglan came out with the cleaned baby in her arms. The old lady and Murong Wei couldn't restrain the joy on their faces when they heard the words.

Son, really son.

Thank goodness, the Murong family finally has a future.

"Quick, let me hug you." The old lady was overjoyed, and quickly took her baby Jinsun from Yinglan's hands. From eyebrows, to eyes, to mouth, every part exuded a deep smile.

"Mother, this is my son, it's really my son." Murong Wei stood beside the old lady, excitedly teasing the infant baby, as if he was on a cloud.

I can't get enough of my son.

"Mother, master, look at this child, how handsome he is, he was carved out of the same mold as the master." Mrs. Mo stepped forward, plucking the child's wrinkled face with her green fingers, her face was not red and her heart was not. Said jumping.

(End of this chapter)