Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 81
"Ah..." The bitter taste made her scream, she stretched out her arms and legs and waved to resist, "Bitter, don't drink, don't drink..." She whimpered, but Yan Mo's hand showed the slightest sign of loosening No, she still pinched her nose tightly, her breathing was about to stop, her tightly closed lips were forced to open, and in an instant, the bowl of medicine slid along her lips like water into her throat , and then fell into her belly...

No, she really doesn't want to drink.

"Ah Mo, can I stop drinking?" She looked at him pleadingly, never in despair, at this moment Ximo was really desperate.

"No, this medicine must be taken." Without allowing her to doubt, the edge of the medicine bowl touched Ximo's lips.

"Ah..." The bitter taste made her scream, she stretched out her arms and legs and waved to resist, "Bitter, don't drink, don't drink..." She whimpered, but Yan Mo's hand showed the slightest sign of loosening No, she still pinched her nose tightly, her breathing was about to stop, her tightly closed lips were forced to open, and in an instant, the bowl of medicine slid along her lips like water into her throat , and then fell into her belly...

Ximo dropped her hand.

Ximo's legs also stopped kicking.

She stared blankly at Yan Mo, her dark eyes were now lifeless, her puppet-like body was allowed to be picked up by Yan Mo and then gently put down.

The quilt covered her body, and Yan Mo stayed by her bedside as he said to Zhixia.

He wanted to prove her miscarriage with his own eyes.

"Hehe..." She smiled suddenly, and smiled at him, "Ah Mo, just let Zhixia stay with me, you go to sleep." She didn't want to see him, never want to see him again.

After speaking, she closed her eyes.

A tear slowly slid down from the corner of the eye, so crystal clear, as pure as dew, but with deep sadness.

"Ximo..." She reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but at this moment, her hand grabbed his hand, and then slowly took his hand away from her face.

"Please go out." Her voice was very soft, but it was so powerful that it was irresistible.

Yan Mo was startled for a moment, but he didn't move, he just let her move his hand away.

Not sleeping, just lying quietly, she was waiting, waiting for her child to leave.

Even, in his mind, he imagined building a grave for her, a small grave.

If the child is gone, then in this life, she will never have a child again.

This experience is enough.

Beside her, Yan Mo never left, and was still quietly sitting beside her bed.

There was a strange feeling in the lower abdomen, but there was no pain.

Biting her lips tightly, she was trying to relieve the tension in her heart. She didn't shout or ask for help. She knew it was useless to ask anyone, because it was the man in front of her who wanted to take away her child.

She seemed to feel the last struggle of that little life at the end of its life, so small, so pitiful, tears, just like this, flowed rapidly with the surge of her lower abdomen, like a stream that would never end rest.

A big hand grabbed her small hand, as if to give her strength and support.

But she struggled out and put it back under the quilt, every time her skin touched made her heart tremble, in this life, she will always remember everything that happened when he just poured her medicine.

Yan Mo, she hates him.

Sooner or later, she will repay him ten times and a hundred times, and she will make his life worse than death.

Only by thinking about these bitterly can the pain in the body be slightly relieved.

In the lower abdomen, the weird surge became more and more obvious, and soon, Ximo felt something rush out from under her body, and in an instant, a sticky feeling swept over her nerves.

child, gone.

When she felt everything, she was actually very sober, so sober that she couldn't believe it was her, she still didn't open her eyes, she whispered: "The child is gone, call Zhixia."

"No, I'll come." There was a faint male voice, and then a hand came to lift her quilt.

"No, I don't need you, I don't want you, an executioner, to touch my child, I don't want..." Ximo became angry, and in an instant, the anger accumulated for a long time broke out completely at this moment, regardless of the just now. Xiaochan, she waved her arms to block his hand that was about to fall, and at the same time, she sat up desperately, under the quilt, it was wet and sticky, she didn't dare to look at it, she really didn't dare to look at it, but she knew , that is her child, the books she has read are not for nothing, she would like to thank Xiang Jinchen for letting her know what it means to be aborted.

Pulling the sheet with one hand, she didn't know where the strength came from, Ximo actually lifted the quilt and the sheet from the bed, and it was a ball, she still didn't dare to look at the blood color after all, her child was inside, and she Know.

All her actions are so crazy, the child is gone, as if her heart has been taken away, her heart is dead.

What is the difference between heart death and real death?

"Ximo, you lie down, you..."

"Hehe, you also know that I have a miscarriage, but isn't this exactly what you want? Ah Mo, do you want me to invite people from the theater to sing a play for three days to celebrate the loss of this child? Ah Mo , I should give you a gift, congratulations, congratulations, you have achieved another goal. Ah Mo, in this life, you and I really have nothing but hatred." She said softly, while Said while jumping off the bed in front of him without any shyness, she was naked, her clothes had already been taken off when she fell asleep, maybe it was Yan Mo again, so it was convenient for her Miscarriage, huh, huh, now, the child is really aborted.

He got what he wanted.

Blood dripped down her thighs, the slight sound was barely audible, but the blood color was shocking, but what did it matter, it really didn't matter, she was not afraid anymore.

She didn't even feel any pain.

She took the clothes and put them on, hugging the sheet while putting on the clothes, only wearing the thin clothes, Yan Mo stood in front of her from the beginning to the end, but she treated him like nothing.

Dressed up.

On a cold autumn night, she really only wore a thin layer of clothing, and walked towards the door step by step with her newly delivered body.

She wants to give her child a grave, just a small grave.

"Lan Ximo, stop, are you desperate?"

Without looking back, Ximo smiled softly and said, "My lord, I am living a very good life now. I can talk, walk, laugh and cry. I am really living a very good life." She will not die, she is now a little She didn't want to die either. She wanted to avenge her child's revenge, and she must avenge it.

Behind him, in the candlelight, the two hands on the slanted shadow on the ground were tightly clenched, so tight that the nails were pinched into the flesh and blood dripped out, but Yan Mo had nothing. Said, just stood in the dim candlelight and watched Ximo walk out of her room.

In this life, I never want to live again.

Therefore, she must build a small grave for her only child.

It's so quiet at night.

Looking up at the night sky, the moon and Xingzi hid themselves as if they knew she was unhappy.

Countless lanterns in the palace were swaying in front of her eyes, and each of them, like a life, was shining in the night, but her child left her forever.

Step by step, she walked to the most remote place in Qingxin Pavilion. She was really not familiar with this place, not at all, but she just wanted to find a quiet place to bury her child, it was as simple as that .

This night, she had to fulfill this wish, and she had to do it by herself, so that she could forever remember how much her heart ached that night.

It broke our hearts.

"My lord... my lord, Master Mei, she..." Ke Ximo had only taken two steps away from the room when she bumped into a palace servant. From that voice, Ximo knew that it was the one who came to Yanmo to see Concubine Mei. Palace maid, she smiled lightly, he understood, the one he wanted to protect was always Concubine Mei, and her child was that poor little life who blocked all darts and back arrows for Concubine Mei.

Regardless of the pain of the two colliding, she stepped sideways to pass the maid, and then continued walking forward without looking.

"Ah, little lord Lan..." The maid seemed to have noticed Ximo's distraught appearance, and was even more frightened by the blood on Ximo's pants, "My lord, little lord Lan..."

Behind him, Yan Mo yelled coldly, "Get lost."

The coldness, and the fury in Yan Mo's voice scared the servant girl, and she fell to her knees all of a sudden, "My lord, Master Mei is really..."

"Get out." In an instant, the maidservant in the palace felt a figure flicker in front of her eyes, and then her body was kicked out in pain, "Boom", she landed in front of Ximo.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," It was terrifying, as if she had just crawled out of a pile of dead people. At this moment, her lower body was covered with blood, and her trousers were also soaked in blood.

But it's strange that no one dared to come forward, only she stupidly wanted to rush Yan Mo at this time, and it was her master...

Finally recognizing the situation, the maid hurriedly got up and ran back the way she came, wishing she would have two more legs.

Ximo only had the child in her arms in her eyes, nothing else.

Floating away like a wandering spirit, the distance from the dormitory behind him was getting farther and farther.

The night wind was blowing on her face, but it was so cold, her hands and feet were as cold as ice, without shoes, she walked alone on the grass with only a pair of white feet.

At a distance of more than ten feet behind her, Yan Mo followed from a distance.

Remember her words, she will live well, because she hates him.

Then hate it.

Or, with this hatred, she can really live a good life.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, but like Ximo, he didn't feel any reaction or feeling.

Wangfu also followed from a distance, but he didn't dare to say a word or persuade him.

There are some things that no one can figure out.

Some people can let go even if they can't let go.

(End of this chapter)