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

Chapter 82
Flowers and trees, such a quiet place, and the sound of gurgling water, just beside a small river in the palace, Ximo stopped.

Pulling weeds, digging the ground, digging the ground with ten fingers like cutting onions was already bloody, but she didn't want to stop, it seemed that only this could numb her heartache.

Child, this is her child's home from now on, and this is all she can do for her child.

Fortunately, the ground by the water is very soft, and it is also fortunate that it is not yet winter, otherwise, it would not be so easy for her to dig, but Xiao is like this, Ximo also dug for a full hour before digging a small hole.

Tears, mixed with blood, dripped into the small pit, and he hugged the baby in his arms tightly, which should be regarded as a farewell.

Put the sheet, quilt and baby into the pit, baby, forgive mother for not daring to look at you, mother really doesn't have the courage to look at you who are bloody and bloody.

The medicine came too violently, and she knew that the dose was very heavy, so she shed the child in just a quarter of an hour.

What made her heart ache was that she knew it, but still let Yan Mo do it.

She couldn't resist everything Yan Mo was going to do.

Holding the soil in her hands and covering the child's body, every pinch of soil represented her heart. She never gave up protecting the child, but she did not protect the child's life after all.

On the small mound, black soil was fresh on it, and she wrote it down word by word with her fingers: Dear baby, mother will always love you.

The willow branches were inserted in front of the grave, and when she looked up at the sky, she realized that the night was so dark. This must be the darkness before dawn.

Her body was exhausted, and she sat powerlessly for a long time before standing up forcefully. Now, she didn't want to die, not at all.

When he looked back, Yan Mo was standing in the darkness, and he watched her for as long as she had dug the soil.

Hehe, he came to watch his battle results. This time, he won again. He won her child successfully.

Walking towards him, she gained strength all over her body. When she passed him, she smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful? Another day, I made a painting for you. You must like it. Then, when you collect it, you will be happy looking at it every day. "

"Ximo..." Just as she passed Yan Mo, his arm grabbed her hand, "Ximo, no matter what happens, you can hate me, but I don't want you to torture yourself, Because it's not worth it."

Yes, it's really not worth it, not worth it for him.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself, my lord, it's late at night, you should also rest." She was calm, as if nothing had happened before, but when she said this, her body was always shaking Trembling, she was still in miscarriage, just like what Yan Mo said, she ran out to bury her child with her own hands because she was really desperate.

She will do something wrong, but she really doesn't care, she has to settle her child first.

Her hand forcibly broke away from his. In this life, she will never hold hands with him again. He is what she hates the most, and she hates him to the bone.

It was that hatred that supported her and miraculously walked back to her room.

Zhixia has already got up, and she was terrified when she saw her appearance, "Miss, miss, are you dying?"

"Get hot water, and go pass the meal, I want to take a bath, I want to eat." No matter what time it is, she needs to take a bath and eat now, and she wants to live well.

"Miss, you can't take a bath, you just had a miscarriage, so..."

"Don't be afraid, I want to take a bath, I want to wash away everything in the past, starting tomorrow, I want to be a human being again."

The way she smiled frightened Zhixia, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine." She still smiled, and now she will never cry again, at the moment when the child is gone, all her tears are completely gone, from now on, she will not cry, she just will hate.

Whoever owes her, she will take it back one by one.

The blood soaked the entire bathtub red, but Ximo, who was most afraid of blood in the past, didn't react at all, she washed her body quietly, and when she put on her clothes, blood still flowed out from under her body, she said calmly to Zhixia: "Go Ask Doctor Xiang, he must have prepared medicine for me." She thought, Xiang Jinchen would definitely do it.

Now, she needs to take good care of her body and live a good life.

"Yes, Miss, I'll go right away." Seeing that Ximo seemed to have returned to normal, Zhixia went to get the medicine with a little peace of mind. Yes, it was true as Ximo said, Xiang Jinchen had already prepared for her The medicine was ready, and it had already been boiled, but Zhixia didn't dare to take it, she was afraid that Ximo would spill it, and Xiang Jinchen's kindness would be wasted.

Ximo thought that Yan Mo would send her out of the palace, because Concubine Mei still lived in Qingxin Pavilion, and she knew that must be Concubine Shu's intention, to protect his child.

But her son killed her grandson with his own hands.

Murder to pay for life, debt to pay back money, regardless of whether you are father and son, Yan Mo, he owes her child his life all his life.

While drinking the medicine, it was still bitter. Although Xiang Jinchen had tried his best to add two flavors of sweet medicine, he still couldn't hide the bitter taste, as if her heart could not hide the imprint of this day in her life. the bitterness.

The days in Qingxin Pavilion suddenly became quiet, perhaps it was Yan Mo's order, so no one except Zhixia came to disturb her, and when Yan Mo was away, that concubine Mei's maid never came again.

It's really quiet, but that quietness always makes her feel uneasy, as if something is about to happen.

Her body is recovering very well. She knows that when she occasionally reads a book, she can even try to feel her pulse according to the words in the book. She feels everything in those medical books, and it feels good to know these things.

Restoring health and rest, it feels better that no one disturbs her.

She forgot Mu Lianfeng, Yan Kang, and even Feng Wan'er.

There is only one person remembered in her world, and that is Yan Mo. She hates him, so she wants to engrave his name in her heart countless times every day, and she wants to seek justice for her child.

"Miss, the ink is gone, do you want to continue?"

"No, go get your clothes. Tomorrow, I want to go out for a walk." After sitting for a month, when she woke up early and looked in the mirror, she felt that she seemed a little plump. It is also a little whiter, and with the flower bun that Zhi Xia made for her, her appearance no longer has the purity of when she was in Lan Mansion, but has more of a little woman's taste.

"Miss, I'll go then. If you're tired from writing, go lie down. Doctor Xiang said, you can't move too much now."

"Well, I see." She responded lightly, and the pen in her hand fell again, and the little handwriting she wrote was beautiful and pleasant. When you are upset and irritable, copying such scriptures is really the best way to kill time. Way.

When Zhixia left, Ximo stood in front of the window and quietly copied her scriptures. It was so quiet in the room. She liked this kind of silence, and loved it very much. No Yanmo disturbed her. Her life can be perfect, but she knows that everything is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface, he hates her, and she hates him too.

Therefore, the two of them must also have an intersection.

Outside the window, a red leaf fell and landed in front of her window sill, and then was blown by the wind and floated to her desk. The fiery red maple leaf reminded her of the maple forest outside the city where she lived for a long time. I haven't seen Mu Lianfeng, how is he now?
But she couldn't do anything except worry about it.

If you do it, you will give someone else's excuse.

Behind him, there was a sudden breath.

That breath made her heart skip a beat. He came, and finally he couldn't help but wanted to torture her.

An arm was wrapped around her waist, and with a light touch, her body involuntarily leaned against his chest, and she let him hold her without struggling. This was the result of her waiting, she had been waiting for his arrival.

The thick beard rubbed against her neck, making her heart beat faster and faster, "Amo, I'm writing."

She laughed, with a low voice, as if she was a little woman he loved so much, enjoying the tenderness he gave her at this moment.

"I've written a lot better." The magnetic male voice rang in her ears, and he finally spoke. Although the voice was faint, it was a signal to her that she had written a lot and could stop writing.

Ximo obediently put down the pen on the inkstone, and then let her body lean against Yan Mo's body, she breathed his breath, which she had firmly remembered in her heart, Yan Mo, never again Someone will confuse him.

As soon as he approached, she knew it was him.

His white fingers gently landed on his hand around her waist, and the skin on the back of his hand was also smooth, but there was a layer of hard calluses on his fingertips, and when he touched her gently, she It turns out that she doesn't know the man behind her at all, but now, she doesn't need to know, she just needs to remember that she hates him, and that's enough.

On the writing paper on the desk, there was a picture of her and his shadow completely overlapping each other, as if a pair of affectionate couples were cuddling each other, "Ah Mo, why are you here?" When she asked softly, She had parted his hand and turned to look him in the eye.

The flushed rouge-like face had long since disappeared from the embarrassment of that night. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes that night, he really wouldn't have believed that the woman in his arms at this time was the bloody Lan Ximo in ragged clothes.

But this room is indeed her room.

"Mo'er..." Accompanied by his low call, he slowly bowed his head. At this moment, he didn't know whether it was hatred or something else. In short, the moment he saw her, he wanted her.

Everything is as simple as that, he just wants her, then, let the kiss go.

Thin lips landed on her lips, she didn't dodge, but met his lips obediently, just like all his women, but he inadvertently felt something was wrong...

(End of this chapter)