"How could this happen?" The emperor was heartbroken for a moment. He had just lost a child before. Now if the child in Ning'er's belly had another slight difference, how could she withstand these consecutive blows?

Thinking of this, the emperor shouted to the imperial physicians: "We must protect the dragon fetus!"

"Yes." Several imperial physicians were busy thinking about it, and the bedroom was in a mess.

"Bingruo, does your master know that she is pregnant?" the emperor asked in deep breath.

"Your Majesty, for these days, the Empress has been worried about the Fourteenth Prince, and she is depressed every day. I don't know that the Empress is pregnant, and the Empress doesn't know either!" Bingruo blamed himself. The master has been dissatisfied these days.

OK, but they never thought elsewhere, and they all thought that the master was worried that the 14th Prince would do this. Even the master Yuexin had not come, and they were slaves who were not aware of it. It was really damn.

"If the dragon fetus is not protected, remember not to let her know that she was pregnant!" The emperor ordered after thinking for a moment.

"Emperor!" Bingruo and others were frightened. The emperor wanted to hide it from the Empress.

"I'm afraid she can't stand these consecutive blows!" the emperor said with heartache.

"Yes, the emperor, I obey the order!" Bingruo and Qingyan and others responded.

"Guard your master!" The emperor gave Bingruo and the others instructions, walked to the bed, picked up Yonglu, and walked out slowly.

"Your Majesty!" Wu Shulai was shocked. This was not in accordance with the rules.

"I want to send Yonglu for a ride in person!" The emperor hugged his son's body, which was gradually cold, and his heart thrust. This child he had high hopes for secretly decided to do his best to cultivate the child who became the successor, but he had not yet grown up.

Got it.

The heavy blow made the emperor feel a little overwhelmed. Could it be that as long as he was the heir he wanted to train, he could not escape the fate of premature death? Second prince, Seventh prince, now Yonglu, God is so cruel, I gave it to him again and again

Hope, again and again, shattered this glimmer of hope.

He is almost fifty years old, which also means that he will not have too many children in the future. Among the many princes now, only the fifth prince satisfies him, and his favorite Yongxuan has already been with the throne of the emperor.

Not destined.

People are selfish. Although as emperor, he must consider the people of the world and the Qing Dynasty for generations, he also hopes that the children he loves can inherit the throne, and he cannot avoid the common people.

When the sky was dark, the emperor reluctantly let go of the child who had already lost his anger in his arms and handed it over to many servants who came to take care of the funeral of the young prince.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go back and rest!" Wu Shu looked at the emperor who was already exhausted and worried.

"No need, go to Yanxi Palace!" the emperor shook his head gently.

"Yes, the emperor!" Wu Shulai didn't dare to say much, and immediately sent someone to carry Longyu.

In the Yanxi Palace, Bing Ruozheng was guarding Wei Ning'er's bed. Looking at the haggard Wei Ning'er, her eyes were filled with tears and she cried: "Empress, you must not have anything to do. You must cheer up and be good.

stand up!"

"Bingruo." The emperor shouted for a long time.

"Emperor!" Bingruo did not expect the emperor to come here at this time, so he was very surprised and immediately greeted him.

"Tell all those who are familiar with it, don't reveal any rumors. If your master knows that she has miscarriage, I will definitely behead you." The emperor held Wei Ning'er's hand and ordered Bingruo who was kneeling on the ground.

"Emperor... Emperor, Empress, she has not miscarried!" Bingruo looked at the emperor and stammered for a while.

"So, the child is still there!" After hearing this, the emperor's eyes, which were originally full of pain, had a hint of surprise, and said in a trembling voice: "It's good if the child is here, it's good if he is here!"

The emperor knew that Yonglu's death was fatal to Wei Ning'er, especially in the past two months, Wei Ning'er has been guarding the child who has been sick for a long time every day, watching the child move towards death day by day, but nothing

The solution, such a long and profound torture, made her already overwhelmed. With the departure of her child, she seemed to be defeated.

But at this time, a new life was nurtured in her womb. The emperor believed that this child was their lucky star and could help his Ning'er get rid of the pain as soon as possible and get better slowly.

Empress Xiaoxian lost the Seventh Prince and dragged her body down after repeated blows, and then passed away.

Now that the same situation occurs to Wei Ning'er, the emperor knows that he can no longer bear the pain of losing his beloved for the second time, and this child is the turning point.

"If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune. Child, you must live well. Only in this way can your mother turn bad luck into good fortune!" the emperor shouted in his heart.

It was almost noon when Wei Ning'er woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the emperor who was guarding the bed with his eyes closed to rest.

Her hand was tightly held by the emperor, and just moved slightly. The emperor opened his eyes and saw that Wei Ning'er had woken up, his eyes were filled with surprise: "Ning'er, you are awake, are you feeling uncomfortable?

"When the emperor said this, he immediately shouted to the servants waiting outside: "Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!"

"Emperor, Yonglu..." Wei Ning'er still held the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Ning'er, Yonglu died young, I am also very sad. I don't want you to follow Yue Xi's footsteps because of the child. You can't have anything to do, you have to cheer up." In the emperor's heart, Wei Ning'er has always been extremely strong, otherwise he would not have been the case at the beginning."

He would take Yongxuan alone for a few years, but... no matter how strong a person is, he will be vulnerable. The blow of losing his child is fatal to Wei Ning'er.

The emperor hugged Wei Ning'er tightly. He was afraid that Wei Ning'er would faint again because of excitement, so he said anxiously: "Ning'er, for the sake of the child in your belly, you must hold on!"

"Child!" Wei Ning'er, who was originally excited, was stunned.

"Ning'er, the imperial physician said you were pregnant. You were too excited last night and had a fetal aura. The child is very dangerous now. For him, you can't be so sad anymore!" The emperor said softly.

"No..." Wei Ning'er shook her head suddenly: "Master, are you lying to me, right?"

"I haven't lie to you. The child has been more than two months old. The fetal aura caused him a lot when he moved last night. The imperial physician said that it is a blessing that this child can be saved. In order to allow him to be born safely, Ning'er, promise me, no matter you

How painful it is at this time, I have to hold on. You still have Yongxuan, Ruoshui and Ruoyao!" The emperor said softly.

"Yeah!" Wei Ning'er was silent for a while before nodding. She was in pain after losing Yonglu, but... Now she still has Yongxuan, two princesses, and a child who has not yet been born in her womb.

People have always walked in the palace to drink tea. The children they left behind are no longer as valued as before. Even... Wei Ning'er is sure that as long as there is an accident one day, the queen and the others will never let go.
Chapter completed!