"Returning to your husband, Mu Guifu once experienced a great calamity due to Wu Huanjing, which destroyed his body and it is not easy to escape from death. I will prescribe some medicines for health and repair so that Mu Guifu can have a good birth in the future.

Some."

In one sentence, it was clear that Chu Qianfeng had paid a high price for women. Wang Linshan quickly wrote down two prescriptions and handed them to the son. The son nodded and thanked him, and handed the prescriptions to the palace attendant beside him. The palace attendant went to Yiye Palace to get the prescriptions.

Take the medicine and boil it.

"Physician Wang, I need to take more care of Mu Guifu's health from now on. It's already getting very late, so walk slowly on the road."

After seeing Wang Linshan out of the Yiye Palace, Shangguan Lin told the child caretaker to stay in Chu Qianfeng's room all night long and not let anything happen to the two mistresses.

"Yes, noble man!"[

After waiting until Chu Qianfeng's sedan chair had gone far away, he reluctantly looked at the figure of the girl accompanying the sedan chair for the last time, and ordered the palace attendant to close the palace door, feeling more and more depressed.

"Oh, marry? Or get married?"

Walking back to Chu Qianfeng's room, he hugged the quilt and lay on the couch in the outer hall, thinking sadly about his troubles. He completely forgot about Shangguan Lin's instructions. After thinking about it, tiredness came over him and he fell into a coma.

He fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion in a dream or a real smell in reality, but I can always smell a medicine similar to the fragrance of Lingxiao flower in my sleep.

Does anyone want to have an abortion? Is it to harm the master?

Who is it? Who is it?

"Who is it? Don't hurt the master!"

Er woke up from the nightmare with sweat all over his body. He stood in the hall and smelled everywhere. His eyes widened in shock, "Is it really the Lingxiao flower?"

The fragrance of flowers came from the inner palace room, and Er shouted and ran in a panic, "Bold! Who is boiling Lingxiao anthers in Yiye Palace? Do you want to harm the master? Believe it or not -"

The shouting voice was stopped when he saw the man in white sitting with his back to the inner hall. The words he had not spoken were stopped.

"Son, it's me. Don't show off."

The man in white clothes on the small chair fanned a round fan and did not turn around, but responded lightly.

"host

Lingxiao flowers are forbidden during pregnancy. Those with weak bodies may be in danger of miscarriage just by smelling the fragrance of the flowers for an hour.

I didn't dare approach the man in white. Based on my daily knowledge of medicine, I was very sure that the jar of concoction had been brewing for about half an hour, which was quite a long time.

"Yeah. Don't show off."

Still in a calm tone.

It is as light as the breeze, spreading the slight coldness of the morning.

As light as flowing clouds, their shadows drift with the wind.[

The man in white slowly fanned the flames in the stove, treating it as if it were extremely precious. He fanned left and right, with each fan fanning at the right angle and with moderate strength.

The flame in the stove burned, and the water-blue flames bloomed in clusters, blooming with demonic and soul-stunning petals, wisps of which swallowed up the man in white sitting next to the flame.

"Master, I know that my master always makes sense in his actions, but I really don't understand that the young master has finally been saved. Can you, can you bear the heart to let the young master pass away before he enters the world?"

Seeing that his master was determined to have an abortion, the son knelt on the ground with a pop and bowed his head.

"Son, I don't want to either. God knows how much I don't want to do this. But

The fan catches a drop of falling tears, crystal clear and pure, as beautiful as the most elusive glass flower in the world, hard to find in a lifetime and rare in eternity.

The man in white was sitting in front of the stove holding his knees, his voice choked with sobs, helpless and desperate.

"I don't understand. I only understand that the master cannot do without the little master. The little master has worked so hard to get the chance to come to this world. Master, you can't be so cruel. I beg the master on behalf of the little master. Master, you are kind-hearted.

Let the little master go!"

The sound of discounts was heard, and I knew that there was no turning back after my master had made a decision.

But is that the little master?

Is it the blood of the royal family?
Chapter completed!