Qi Mo's words were very beautiful and very exciting, but things in this world will never develop in the direction that people want. That night, Zhong Qingye drank the medicine and fell asleep, and started in the early morning.
Appears red.【】
Screams resounded through the sky of Weiyang Palace, and in less than ten minutes, a brightly lit scene broke out.
Because he was afraid of touching Zhong Qingye's fetus in his sleep, Qi Mo did not sleep with her, but slept in a side hall of Weiyang Palace. He was woken up almost as soon as he fell asleep after finishing the review. He got out of bed.
He jumped up, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and rushed towards Zhong Qingye's room.
Halfway through, he happened to meet Qiu'er who was running in from the gate in a hurry. The two bumped into each other. Qiu'er screamed and almost fell to the ground. Qi Mo had no choice but to reach out to help her, and he just stood still.
, they saw Chun'er and Yanzi, who had been watching beside Zhong Qingye's bed all night, running out in panic.
"It's not good, it's not good! Doctor! Call the doctor quickly!..."
The two of them were running and screaming. Their hands were almost covered in blood. As they ran, they fell to the ground. Their faces turned pale with fright. They stumbled out and almost missed the doorstep and fell on it.
When I saw Qi Mo, I burst into tears. "Your Majesty... your Majesty is so angry!"
Qi Mocai's body suddenly swayed as he stood firm, his face suddenly turned as white as snow, he was stunned for three seconds, and suddenly shouted like a madman: "The imperial doctor! Call the imperial doctor!"
While roaring, he hurriedly ran into the inner hall.
Zhong Qingye had already woken up. She curled up into a ball and covered her stomach with both hands. The pain was probably too severe. Her face was as white as a pear blossom washed by rain, and her facial features were almost distorted.
When I got up, my whole face was soaked with sweat, and an almost transparent weakness became more and more obvious. The hair on my forehead and cheeks was all wet on my face. My pupils were obscure and unspeakable. I let out an unbearable miserable groan while dying.
Gritting his teeth, bright red blood spread down the contours of his lips.
Qi Mo rushed over at once, not caring about anything else, and lifted up her quilt. Zhong Qingye's legs were twisted in an extremely uncomfortable posture. On the white snow covering her emaciated body, there was a bright red streak.
The lines of his legs spread out in all directions.
The eye-burning red is like the vigorous blooming peony in the royal garden of the palace. Each wisp is a color that can make people tremble.
Qi Mo stayed where he was. His consciousness drifted away for a moment, and he drifted back to that night five years ago. The flower of the other side bloomed freely under Zhong Qingye. It was also such a coquettish color when he took away their first child.
At the same time, Zhong Qingye almost died.
The memory overlapped with the reality in an instant, so perfect that it was almost invulnerable. Qi Mo's whole body was like sinking into the polar ice water. The suffocating and biting coldness wrapped around his entire body like a poisonous snake in an instant. He almost lost control of his body.
His whole body couldn't suppress his trembling ability, and his face was pale, no different from Zhong Qingye's.
Just when he was trying to free himself from the nightmare-like memory method, a pale hand suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Qi Mo was shocked and lowered his head. His hand was as pale as ice and snow. Not only the surface, but also the touch was piercingly cold. He firmly grasped his bright yellow pajamas, and his fingertips were stained with strands of blood.
Red, shocking.
Following the arm, he slowly turned his gaze to the owner of the arm.
Zhong Qingye's face was horribly decadent, like a flower in full bloom. Every cell in his body began to grow in the direction of withering. Cold sweat almost fell in clusters, and his long hair was tightly attached to it.
On her thin and heart-wrenching cheeks and neck, her lips were white and dry, with some broken skin. The bright red liquid dotted her lips, just like her bright makeup during the day that made people afraid to look directly at her.
She gasped for air, almost using up all her strength. Her eyes were distracted and stubborn, and she looked at him motionless. The strength of her fingers was so strong that she almost crushed the corners of his clothes.
She wriggled her lips laboriously, and blood seeped out from her pale teeth, spreading on her equally pale face, like a box of poorly applied rouge. She repeated the squirming over and over again, but she had no strength to make any more sounds, gasping for breath,
Echoing in the house, the candlelight danced uneasily, and the shadows were as unbearable as the heart trembling.
Qi Mo slowly narrowed his eyes and stared at her moving lips, almost trying his best to understand what she was talking about.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes with a sudden movement, his eyes were horrified, as if he had swallowed up a ruined world, and crystal tears oozed out from the desolation.
she said.
Please...save the child!
Please...save the child!...
Over and over again, the blood from the broken white lips gradually dyed half of her face red. She half-supported her body with difficulty, panting like a dying butterfly, her eyes stubborn, her pleading voice, full of despair that would destroy the world, her voice,
But she cried blood.
Qi Mo opened his mouth slightly and inhaled vigorously, as if he wanted to stabilize his mind. His fingers trembled violently and he was unable to make any reaction.
Gradually, Zhong Qingye's eyes began to become distracted on a large scale, and her breathing gradually became sluggish. She lay weakly on the bed, and the whole world collapsed and shattered before her eyes.
The eyelashes were thick and moist, and the water droplets on them were not sure whether they were tears or tears. They closed them slowly, as if they were extremely tired, but then they quickly raised them up the next second, like a child who still couldn't get an answer, and gave up persistently.
People can't help laughing.
Qi Mo finally let go of the quilt and slowly squatted down by the bed. His trembling fingertips gently touched her face as cold as snow. The things in front of him blurred in circles, and she was almost unclear.
With her face so close, Qi Mo blinked her eyes in panic, her cheeks felt cold, there was a crisp sound, and water dropped on her arms.
This is indoors, why is it raining...
Qi Mo's eyes were as red as fire. He held her hand tightly and raised his head to the roof, as if searching for where the rain was leaking.
Zhong Qingye tightened his fingers and then loosened them forcefully, as if urging him to answer.
Qi Mo's body trembled, and he slowly lowered his head. The crystal clear eyes in his narrow eyes made Zhong Qingye's pupils slightly dilate, but before he had time to react, the consciousness he had finally gathered began to blur again.
"I... promise you... to keep... our child..."
Eleven words were divided into four paragraphs. Every time he uttered a word, it took him a lifetime of effort.