Just when Shiqing was thinking about breaking out of her daze, a cheerful voice came from outside the palace gate of the courtyard.
It was Wu Xin who came here with an imperial physician.
"Today, the imperial doctor came to take my pulse, so he brought it with him to show the queen."
This is the emperor's royal physician, not even the Queen Mother can use it. Such an honor cannot help but make Shi Qing laugh in her heart.
He wanted to verify on a down-to-earth basis that he had indeed had a miscarriage.
She did not refuse, but responded with a grateful smile. Shiqing hurriedly got up from the swing and bowed to Wuxin respectfully.
The three of them entered the house and checked their pulse through a cinnabar curtain.
Wu Xin had already told her before she came that if she really had a miscarriage, she only needed to say that she was fine.
Sure enough at this time...
"My queen is not in serious health condition, but she hasn't had a good rest recently, and she has signs of miscarriage, so her body is prone to signs of sepsis. It would be better to take more blood-tonifying medicine."
The imperial doctor and Wu Xin looked at each other and then retreated.
"Queen, did you have a miscarriage before?" Wuxin suddenly looked sad as if hearing the news for the first time, and held Shiqing in his arms.
Shi Qing was really good at acting. She felt funny in her heart. She really wanted to know who this fake emperor was?
What an ugly heart lies beneath the mask of disguise!
"Your Majesty, please worry. My concubine jumped off the cliff and God saved her life, but the child in her belly could not be saved."
When she mentioned that the previous child was already four months old, her heart ached a little.
Speaking of the child's death, it seems that the relationship was unintentional.
If he hadn't led troops to chase him, Qing Ran would not have died, and neither would his child.
So after calculation, he not only owed Qing Ran his life.
Teeth biting her lip, Shiqing's eyes were filled with hatred again.
Wuxin didn't know what Shiqing was thinking at this time, but just looking at her gloomy eyes made him feel sad.
"We are still young. You can still give birth to countless children for me in the future, okay?"
With a tone that sounded like pleading, Wuxin hugged Shiqing, rested his chin on Shiqing's shoulder, and pressed against her tightly.
The beard pricked her face with a slight pain. Shiqing frowned, suppressing the disgust and disgust in her heart, and smiled coldly, "Okay, I wish you all the best!"
"Okay, that's good."
Wu Xin's tone was gentle, and when he heard Shi Qing say this, he hugged her tighter.
"Your Majesty, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. At the beginning of the first month, I want to go to the temple to pray for blessings from Buddha. I hope your Majesty will allow me to do so."
Shiqing suddenly thought of the worst excuse to leave the palace, and asked luckily.
Wuxin didn't take it seriously, he relaxed slightly and looked at Shiqing, his eyes full of doting.
"Then Xue'er needs to pray more to God to give us more children."
"Having so many Xue'er's will make you an old sow." Shi Qing pretended to smile shyly and looked away, but her eyes were cold and ruthless.
The two of them hugged each other, and Wu Xin's chest felt the rise and fall of Shi Qing's chest, and he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart.
Didn't I just want her last night? Why do you do it again today?
Wuxin sighed in his heart, it seemed that he really couldn't leave her, as if he had eaten a poppy.
He stared deeply at the person in front of him, looking at her delicate lips, dripping with fresh dew like fresh cherries.
He leaned forward gently, took the petite lips in his mouth, and took a deep breath. His lips were soft and smooth, rubbing against each other in Wuxin's mouth.
A burst of sweetness and fragrance for several years.
Shi Qing's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and she opened Wu Xin's mouth and said, "Your Majesty, I will teach you how to play backgammon. Anyone who loses will be fined."