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Chapter 198. Intentionally or Unintentionally

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    "Mengke grass is rare, how could there be Fengxi Palace?" Rong Shaoyang asked condescendingly.

    Gong Lin was even more frightened, his voice was already trembling, he swallowed and said: "The effect of Mengkecao is to treat sweating. The Empress said a few days ago that she was suffering from sweating, so she asked the servant for Mengkecao to take a bath.  Why, Mengke grass itself is harmless to pregnant women, I don't know that there is Prajna grass around the empress, the emperor spares my life, my majesty spares my life."

    Rong Shaoyang's eyes darkened, and the center of his brows was raised like a hill. He caught a glimpse of a medical book on the soft couch, walked to the side of the soft couch in three steps and two steps, picked up the medical book, and said in a lower voice, "This book  Is it the Queen's?"

    "The queen borrowed it from Wei Chen a few days ago, and said that she wanted to know those things that should be avoided during pregnancy." After Gong Lin finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his head: "There are also things about Prajna grass and Mengke grass on it."  The combination of the two will lead to the danger of a miscarriage. The empress got this book five days ago, and the minister asked for Meng Kecao three days ago"

    Gong Lin was surprised that he seemed to have talked too much, immediately lowered his head, and explained in a low voice: "Perhaps the empress does not know that there is Prajna grass in the sachet."

    Rong Shaoyang held the notes in his hand, his complexion became darker, the book was gradually distorted in his hands, his voice was as cold as coming from Abi Hell: "Everyone back down!"

    Gong Lin backed out of the palace gate with trembling feet, and Li Ruifang didn't dare to take a step closer.

    Rong Shaoyang sat on the chair, his eyes were so deep and quiet that one could not tell what he was thinking.

    In the entire Fengqi Palace, the only sound was Liushu crying in the apse.

    The sky gradually darkened, and Liu Shu cleaned up the blood on the bed for Chuyao, and also left the back bed.

    "Has she read this book?" Rong Shaoyang asked with difficulty, his throat dry.

    Liu Shu looked up at her swollen eyes from crying, and nodded: "Miss likes to read this book very much recently, and she has paid a lot of attention to her diet according to this book."

    Rong Shaoyang raised the sachet in his hand again, and said, "Then this sachet belongs to her?"

    "It's Miss's. Miss once told the servant to put it away, saying that it has the effect of calming the nerves, so the servant put it under the queen's pillow." Liu Shu's face turned pale, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the sachet?"

    "Go down." Rong Shaoyang's eyes darkened again, under the dim candlelight, his face was dark and scary, and his usual indifference and composure seemed to have long since disappeared.

    After Liu Shu exited the palace, Rong Shaoyang grabbed the sachet and scroll and walked towards the back bedroom.  Chuyao was lying on the bed with no blood color and her breathing was weak. A miscarriage was worse than a natural delivery. She kept frowning tightly, as if she was suffering.

    Rong Shaoyang went to her bedside and sat down, looking down at her pale face, his deep eyes flickering faintly.  He raised his hand to smooth the messy hair on her forehead, and suddenly squeezed the sachet tightly with the other hand, and immediately retracted the hand that was about to touch her forehead.

    A tiger's poison does not eat its children, he did not believe that Song Chuyao didn't even want his own children because of hating him.  But he met her because she colluded with outsiders to kill her father and brother.

    Rong Shaoyang leaned against the tent, closed his eyes, shook his head, and shook off the bad things in his mind.  He opened his eyes to look at Chuyao, and raised his hand unconsciously. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he gently wiped it for her.

    Chuyao's breathing was so long that he almost thought she had stopped breathing. Rong Shaoyang just leaned on the bed and watched her through the night, with blue circles looming in his eyes.

    The sun shone in through the screen window, and the room became bright, so bright that it shone into Chuyao's thin eyes. Her brows frowned, and she felt dizzy, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

    Rong Shaoyang also moved his body after maintaining it all night, staring at Chuyao's eyes, and finally her eyebrows trembled twice, and after a while, she opened her eyes with difficulty.

    After Chuyao opened her eyes, she felt that her vision was a bit blurred, as if she saw Rong Shaoyang vaguely, and gradually her vision became clearer, and Rong Shaoyang's face also became clearer. She wanted to make a sound, but found that she was dry  He couldn't even open his mouth.

    Rong Shao raised his body, poured water for her, helped her up, and handed her the cup.

    Chuyao was helped to sit up, looking at the flat quilt with eyes, the hand that took the cup shook, and the fine bone china cup fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

    Rong Shaoyang lowered his eyes, poured another cup for her, and this time fed it into her mouth himself.

    After Chuyao finished drinking, his eyes were still a little dazed, he opened his dry mouth, and made a hoarse voice: "He isn't there anymore?"

    "I thought you were ready." Rong Shaoyang looked a little cold.

    "What preparation?" Chu Yao looked sideways at him in a daze.

    Rong Shaoyang took the sachet and bookHe handed it to her and said, "Prajna grass and Mengke grass, do you know the effects of these two medicines?"

    Chuyao was startled, her bloodless face suddenly turned paler, her lips trembled: "What do you mean?"

    Rong Shaoyang lowered his eyes, looked at Chuyao's stomach, and said, "I once said today that I would cherish this child very much."

    Chu Yao clenched her hand on the quilt, and she frowned, only to hear Rong Shaoyang say again: "You once said that he shouldn't exist."

    Chuyao's heart seemed to be slammed by a drill, and she suddenly laughed out of her throat, the louder and louder the laugh, the crazier she became.

    Rong Shaoyang looked at her silently, waiting for her to laugh until she was weak, his eyes were as deep as dark pools of stagnant water, and he stared at her closely.

    "Let's go, now we have nothing to do with each other." Chuyao smiled so much that her eyes were watery, and when she stopped laughing, that was all she had to say.

    "Song Chuyao, I have never seen you clearly." Rong Shaoyang thought that her words were acquiescing to the matter of Prajna Grass and Meng Ke Cao.

    Chuyao remained silent, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "An Rong, in fact, we never knew each other, did we?"

    "He's your child too! He's been in your stomach for five months! How can you bear it!" Rong Shaoyang stood up suddenly, with veins standing out on his forehead. This kind of anger might be the first time in his life.

    "Rong Shaoyang, you really don't understand me, not even the slightest bit." Chu Yao sneered at herself, her hands on her stomach slowly tightened, she was used to her swollen stomach, and suddenly it was so flat  When I came down, I always felt that something was weird, and my heart was heavy and uncomfortable. Rong Shaoyang's words were more like needles being pricked.

    "Yes, I really don't know you well enough. There is nothing that a person who kills his father and brother can't do." Rong Shaoyang smiled coldly.

    Chuyao's back was stiff, she raised her eyes sideways, it turned out that she was just such a person in his eyes, she looked at him funny: "Mu Kerou gave birth to her child on this bed, that baby was born  He is dead, but I am so funny every night that I can hear his cry."

    "What do you want to say? Do you want to say that this is paying back his life?" Rong Shaoyang reached out and grabbed Chuyao's neck, "Song Chuyao, I said that I want you to keep the child in your womb, if he  Some damage"

    The strength of Rong Shaoyang's hand increased, Chu Yao raised his head, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "When Mu Kerou lost that child, she also pinched my neck."

    Rong Shaoyang's eyes sank again, his eyes as deep as a black pool reflected Chuyao's pale face, his hands gradually lost strength, he let go of Chuyao, took two steps back, and said coldly: "Song  Chuyao, you think we have nothing to do with each other, but let me tell you, it's absolutely impossible!" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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