Cold love prince ghost Yan concubine

Chapter 170

Chapter 216

"My minister bows to the Holy Majesty!" Yang Mingwei saluted, his eyes began to flicker.

"There's no need to salute, come and see her, she... is bleeding." Ni Aojun's voice was in a trance, his eyes were unnatural, but the fist hanging by the side was tightly clenched.

Yang Mingwei's pupils stared wide open, he quickly got up, and quickly approached the bed, when he was about to open the twister to check his pulse, he was shocked by Ni Aojun's stern roar.

"Stop!" Ni Aojun came galloping, cast Yang Mingwei a displeased look, lifted the quilt by himself to reveal a small gap, grabbed Zhou Sijing's hand, and put it outside the quilt.

Embarrassment appeared on Yang Mingwei's face, his hands and feet were a little cramped, his panicked eyes swept around, and then he said in panic, "Damn my humble servant! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get a quick diagnosis." Ni Aojun lowered his voice violently, but he couldn't suppress his anger.

Yang Mingwei didn't dare to neglect anymore, he stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and tapped on Zhou Sijing's wrist lightly, his brows were lightly furrowed, the expression on his face flickered, it was extremely complicated!

Ni Aojun pursed her lips tightly, not daring to take a breath, her heart was so nervous that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and her palms were also covered with cold sweat due to the tight clenching.

In the end, Yang Mingwei let out a long breath, smiled happily, and said: "Going back to the Holy Majesty, you are considered lucky, the fetus in your mother's womb is fine, it's just... it's just that you must never have sex again in the future, otherwise... ..."

"Okay, I got it!" Ni Aojun hastily interrupted Yang Mingwei's words, exhaled heavily, and let out all the stagnant energy in his chest.

Heaven has eyes!His baby is fine!Very good!

The evil and sinister aura on Ni Aojun's body gradually faded away, and a wicked smile slowly appeared on his domineering face, but Yang Mingwei felt that the coldness made people tremble.

"Yang Aiqing, her right arm should be dislocated, you can connect her! Do you need to help her up?" Ni Aojun suppressed his smile and looked at Zhou Sijing who was in a coma, but there was a swish in his eyes coldness.

"Yes! Please the emperor help the empress up." Yang Mingwei's words were flat, but there was a little bit of suspicion in his heart, how could he dislocate his hand when he was doing well?

Judging by the appearance of the room, it must be an assassin, right?But Yang Mingwei thought about it carefully and felt that it was wrong. This underground palace, how could an assassin get in?Just because he came in, he had to be searched one by one, not to mention that Ni Aojun was here, the assassin still had his life to escape?No matter how I thought about it, I thought it was wrong, but when I saw the purple bruises on the skin of Zhou Sijing's right arm exposed outside the quilt, I suddenly came up with the answer.

Her dislocated hand was caused by the emperor!
Yang Mingwei was perplexed, and pity had already crept from the bottom of his heart.

After Yang Mingwei carefully connected Zhou Sijing's arm, Ni Aojun took down the bed curtain by himself, and ordered Yang Mingwei to give Zhou Sijing some anti-fetal medicine. By the way, he had another look at the injured girl, and asked Xiaochun to take good care of her. Zhou Sijing left in a hurry.

The room was unusually quiet, dead, depressing, like a rainy day.

Xiaoru was lifted up by Xiaochun and moved to the soft couch beside her. She wiped the blood stains from the corners of Xiaoru's mouth with tears in her eyes, but the tears trembling slightly hung on the eyelashes and refused to fall. With the help of the unclear candlelight, Yang Mingwei still saw her sadness clearly.

Yang Mingwei walked over slowly, looked at Xiaoru's injury, and wrote down a prescription.

"Xiaochun, ma'am... Does she always get hurt like this?" Yang Mingwei handed the prescription to Xiaochun, with worried eyes and complicated expression.

Xiaochun was stunned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took the prescription, choked up and said, "Yes! I get hurt often." In just a few words, Zhou Sijing's sufferings were exhausted.

Xiaochun and Xiaoru have always been the ones who see the most clearly and the most sincerely. They also feel pity for this empress, but they have more than enough heart but not enough power!
Why!Yang Mingwei wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth, but it only turned into a light sigh.

Strolling into the small gazebo outside the house, Yang Mingwei's brows were deeply furrowed, his face was full of sorrow, and he didn't let go of his frown for a long time.

In order to observe Zhou Sijing's condition accurately, Yang Mingwei has been waiting quietly outside the house. He wants to wait for Zhou Sijing to wake up before giving her a detailed examination.

In the beautiful wing room, the incense was rekindled, lingering and fluttering, quiet and quiet.

Xiaochun cleaned the house lightly, and kept her ears on Zhou Sijing's movements.

The sad and beautiful eyelashes trembled, Zhou Sijing finally woke up faintly, and slowly opened her confused and slightly swollen eyes.

"Water...water..." The throat was as dry as if it had been burned by fire, and even the voice that came out was hoarse and strange.

"Niang Niang..." Xiaochun whispered anxiously and pleasantly, dropped the dishcloth in his hand, hurried to the side of the bed, pushed aside the dreamy gauze curtain, with smile marks on his little face, "Niang Niang You're awake."

"Well, water... I..." Zhou Sijing nodded feebly, and before she could say anything, Xiaochun turned around and quickly poured a glass of water.

After drinking the water, he felt a lot more awake. A pair of black pupils that were crystal clear like water turned around and settled on Yang Mingwei who came from outside the house.

When he heard Xiaochun's excited shout outside the house, he knew that Zhou Sijing must have woken up.

"Xiaochun, bring over the boiled medicine and feed it to your mother!" As soon as Yang Mingwei ordered, Zhou Sijing shouted excitedly: "No, I don't want to drink the medicine, I won't drink it!"

Suddenly, Zhou Sijing's eyes widened again, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembling slightly, and she asked eagerly, "Yang Yu, is the child gone?"

It would be better without it!Anyway, she never wanted this child!She will not give birth to that demon Ni Aojun.

A comforting smile flashed across Yang Mingwei's clear eyes, and he made a gesture to signal Zhou Sijing to calm down first. After she calmed down, he slowly said, "It's lucky, the child was saved."

After hearing the news, Zhou Sijing clearly showed a disappointed expression on her face. Her slender eyelashes were gently covered to cover her clear and transparent eyes, but she couldn't hide the disappointment in them.

"Your Majesty doesn't want to keep this child?" Yang Mingwei knew it well and didn't mind Xiaochun who was on the side, so he asked softly like this, but it sounded unusual to Zhou Sijing's ears.

Bright eyes opened again, looking at Yang Mingwei full of hope, hazy and misty, like fog like water, rippling slightly, strangely seductive.

"Of course not, he doesn't deserve it at all." The voice was angry, filled with deep-seated hatred.

Of course Yang Mingwei knew who Zhou Sijing was referring to, but he didn't agree with Zhou Sijing's idea. Judging from how much Ni Aojun cared about the child in her womb, he knew that this child was the number one at the moment!If the child in her womb miscarries this time, I believe her life will be even more difficult in the future!
Just because he is the emperor!Controlling the power of life and death in the world, what else can't be done?

"But the empress knows in her heart whether this child should be kept or not!" Yang Mingwei hit the nail on the head.

Zhou Sijing was taken aback, looked at Yang Mingwei meaningfully, and suddenly smiled bitterly, reflecting his pale lips, this smile was misty and helpless, and there was no knowing what kind of sadness was hidden in it, which actually made people feel sore.

(End of this chapter)