Qi Mo was startled, waved his hands anxiously, and comforted him with kind words: "Okay, okay, I won't go, so don't get excited..."
Zhong Qingye was coughing and sweating profusely. The sweat dripped down the contours of her cheeks and onto the collar of her clothes, leaving a faint water mark. Her face was red and blue, and the veins on her forehead were rising, but she just wouldn't relax.
Staring at Qi Mo, the light in his eyes was as alert as a small animal.【】
Qi Mo's heart was filled with grief. How could he not understand Zhong Qingye's fear at this moment? Suddenly, he suddenly understood that she, who had already lost one child, could no longer bear the departure of her second child. Otherwise, even if she was fine,
I'm afraid my heart will die as well.
However, if she is really allowed to keep this child, with her current body...
Qi Mo's eyes were complicated. He felt sad, hurt and angry when Zhong Qingye looked in his eyes. It was a good thing that he felt sorry for her, but he shouldn't care about their child?!
He doesn’t want it, she wants it!
She must keep this child!
The more he thought about it, the greater the mood swings, and the cough became more difficult to control. Zhong Qingye huddled up on the bed, with the side of his face pressed against the soft white pillow. Bloodshot eyes gradually overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dyeing it into a bright flower.
Red peonies.
Qi Mo was so frightened that he blurted out to call the imperial doctor. The people who had stayed outside the house all swarmed in. The imperial doctor hurriedly pushed through the crowd and walked to the bedside. Perhaps he thought that the imperial doctor did not dare to do anything without Qi Mo's order.
, Zhong Qingye finally did not refuse the approach of the imperial doctor, which somewhat reassured Qi Mo.
The imperial doctor imitated the method used by Feng Jin back then, using silver needles to stimulate acupuncture points to stop her coughing. Finally, Zhong Qingye calmed down. The imperial doctor checked her pulse, shook his head, sighed slightly, and said to her: "The Queen, your Majesty
, you are one person’s body and two people’s lives now, even if it is for the sake of the unborn child, you must not fluctuate your emotions like this again.”
Zhong Qingye lay tiredly on the bed, and the soft white pillow beside her cheek was rosy. At first glance, it looked like the bright red flowers in her ears. When you look closer, it becomes shocking. The coughing stopped, and her face turned red.
The abnormal redness gradually faded away, slowly revealing a ray of paleness. Coupled with the wet hair on his forehead, he looked even more delicate and abnormal.
Chun'er refused to go over, so he took a new soft pillow from the closet with red eyes, and approached her cautiously. As he walked, he said: "My queen, Chun'er will change your pillow for you." He looked extremely cautious, for fear of irritating her a little.
.
Fortunately, Zhong Qingye didn't pay attention. Chun'er supported her head with Yanzi's help and carefully put on a new pillow. Qiu'er wet the soft towel and gently wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, feeling distressed.
Tearful.
Zhong Qingye took a few breaths to regain a little strength, and then asked the imperial doctor: "My child...is everything okay?"
Her voice was very soft, and her expression was so cautious that people couldn't bear to look at her. She was speaking in unison, and her hands were almost crushing her bones.
The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his head, knelt down by the bed and said softly: "Don't worry, Madam, the fetus is only over two months old and everything is fine. However, Madam must also pay attention to keep her body and mind happy, don't get angry or have mood swings, and she's not allowed to eat.
Spicy food, take a good rest and take care of yourself."
Zhong Qingye listened attentively, nodding from time to time, a frivolous smile appeared on his bloodless lips. Although it was dull, there was a different kind of beauty on his plain white face, full of the joy and excitement of becoming a mother.
, said softly: "I remember."
A group of people sat together, Zhong Qingye's emotions were clearly reflected in his eyes, and no one knew what they were feeling in their hearts.
The old doctor smiled happily, nodded, stood up from the ground, turned to Qi Mo and said, "Then Your Majesty, I have gone to prepare anti-fetal medicine for the empress."
Before Qi Mo could answer, Zhong Qingye became nervous instantly. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she sat up from the bed all of a sudden. The duck down white body on her body was slightly bigger, and her empty body made her look even thinner.
She grabbed the quilt tightly and gathered it in front of her, spreading her hands to protect her abdomen. Her expression suddenly turned red, and her big eyes were filled with fear, almost overflowing with tears.
"Medicine?! No, I don't want to drink medicine! I don't want to drink medicine!!"
As she spoke, she kept walking towards the bed. The fear and confusion on her face were more intense than ever before. At this time, she was no longer the murderous agent in modern times, nor was she the decisive person around Qi Mo.
The woman, at this time, is just a mother filled with fear and desperately trying to protect her children.
So ordinary, so fragile, yet hundreds of times greater than any previous desperate attempt to survive.
Qiu'er and Xia'er, who had also given birth to children, couldn't help but burst into tears. They sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to hold her trembling arms.
Qiu'er burst into tears and couldn't control her crying. "Mother, I know you are scared now... When Dong'er and Nan'er were born, I had a dystocia, and I felt the same fear in my heart... My only thought was that I would keep it even if I died.
Those two children... I have pitiful parents in the world, my mother, the children are all the flesh that fell from my mother's body..."
Xia'er's voice was hoarse and she was already speechless. She held Zhong Qingye's arm tightly and shed tears.
The three women were crowded on the same bed. Zhong Qingye's fear and confusion, Qiu'er's tears, and Xia'er's sobs were unspeakable. It was like forming a sledgehammer that kept hitting the hearts of everyone in the room.
Black Eagle's eyes were obscure, and he seemed to recall that thrilling night a few years ago, and sighed: "At that time, Qiu'er was pregnant with twins and almost died. The first thing she said when she woke up was to ask about the children. I almost died at that time."
So I knelt down to her... What she gave birth to was not only a child, but also the continuation of my life and hers..."
The continuation of life...
Qi Mo's pupils trembled. Wasn't he looking forward to the child in Zhong Qingye's belly?
Five years ago, he killed their first child. Five years later, would he take away the second one?
This is not his only child. Compared with his father, does Zhong Qingye have more power to choose whether to keep this child?
Children... they are all the flesh that fell from the mother's body.
The imperial doctor stood there at a loss. The whole room was quiet, and only the sobbing of a few girls could be heard. Zhong Qingye's motionless expression was as stiff and alert as a female leopard.
Several indescribable expressions flashed across Qi Mo's face, which finally turned into a long sigh, and he shook his head. His lips showed the same smile as before, and he looked at Qingye dotingly.