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    After Rong Shaoyang left, Chuyao maintained this posture for a long time, and even Liushu came in to call her, but she turned a deaf ear to her.

    "Miss, drink this bowl of medicine first." Liu Shu stood by the bed, seeing that Chuyao was not moving, she put the bowl to Chuyao's lips, but her lips were tightly closed, Liu Shu wanted to  I can't even pour medicine into it.

    "Miss" Liu Shu's voice was a little choked up, and she couldn't say what she wanted to persuade.

    Chuyao suddenly moved her body, and looked at the sachet Rong Shaoyang threw on the bed. She brought the sachet close to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, her face changed slightly.  Immediately opened the sachet, poured out the dried flowers and plants inside, picked up a piece of it, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed again, Chuyao's pale lips pursed tightly.

    "Liu Shu, has anyone come in the back bedroom?" Chu Yao held the dry grass leaf tightly in his palm, his voice was hoarse but chilled.

    "On weekdays, no one else enters except slaves and maidservants." Liu Shu looked at Chuyao suspiciously, and said, "Miss, is there something wrong with the sachet?" Rong Shaoyang asked about the sachet last night, and Chuyao again today.  Ask, it seems that the matter of tire slipping is not simple.

    Chuyao's eyes sank. This sachet has been in her hand for some time. How could she not be familiar with the smell of the sachet? When she fell asleep last night, the sachet did not contain the smell of Prajna grass.  After waking up, there is Prajna grass in it?  Her tire slip was obviously not caused by the mixture of Prajna Grass and Mengke Grass smelled for a long time.

    Before Liu Shu came in, she was so painful that she almost fainted, and the only ones who had the chance to use the sachet were Li Ruifang who came in earlier than Liu Shu, and Gong Lin who presented the sachet to Rong Shaoyang.  But Prajna Grass did not exist beforehand, which means that her miscarriage was caused by something else. One of them, Li Ruifang or Gong Lin, must have known in advance that she was going to have miscarriage.  He is also the most convenient for hands and feet.

    "Liu Shu, summon Gong Lin." Chu Yao lowered her eyes and looked at the dried flowers and plants on the brocade quilt, her voice was hoarse and deep.

    Liu Shu exited the back sleeping hall, before stepping out of the gate of the main hall, he saw a little eunuch running in a panic, he stopped when he saw Liu Shu, panting: "Physician Gong committed suicide by taking poison in the imperial hospital!"

    Liu Shu was astonished, and the little eunuch took out Gong Lin's last letter, "I found this at the hand of Imperial Physician Gong, and it said Your Majesty the Empress, so the servant sent it here."

    After receiving the letter, Liu Shu hurriedly turned around and went back to the dormitory, lowering her eyebrows and said to Chuyao what the little eunuch had just said.

    Chuyao raised his hand to take the envelope and opened it. The letter paper was indeed written in Gong Lin's handwriting, and the content was roughly that he committed suicide because he failed to keep the little prince and felt guilty for having owed the emperor's favor.

    After reading the letter, Chuyao squeezed the letter tightly, her eyes became darker and darker.  This is basically a premeditated play, someone is secretly controlling everything.

    First, tire slipping, then Prajna grass and Mengke grass made Rong Shaoyang suspect that she did it herself, and then Gong Lin committed suicide and apologized, every step was so well-planned.

    It seems that Gong Lin made the sachet when he presented it last night. Someone tried to kill him in order to make him shut up forever. This letter of apology was probably forced to be written by Gong Lin.  Now there is no proof of death, it is difficult for her to prove that the tire slipping was not her own doing.

    In fact, even if Gong Lin didn't die, so what, Rong Shaoyang had already convicted her, with a vicious heart and a cold heart, she could burn down the huge Song Mansion, let alone the unborn child in her womb.

    Hehe, she did say that he shouldn't exist. She said so many words, but Rong Shaoyang chose to believe this one.

    "Miss, there must be something strange about this matter. This servant is going to petition the emperor for a letter from Imperial Physician Gong, and must investigate this matter thoroughly." Liu Shu thought something was wrong, as everything seemed too sudden yesterday.

    Chuyao leaned against the head of the bed, her pale face was shocking, she lowered her eyes and did not answer Liu Shu's words, she looked straight ahead, not knowing what she was looking at.

    "Miss?" Seeing her like this, Liu Shu leaned over and pulled up the brocade quilt that had slid down to her waist.

    At this moment, Chuyao moved a little, handed the letter in his hand to Liu Shu, and said, "Burn it."

    Liu Shu was stunned for a moment, took the hand, and said in a low voice: "This is the last letter of Imperial Physician Gong, even if it can't be used as evidence, shouldn't it be shown to the emperor?"

    "When a person is about to die, his words are good. Gong Lin committed suicide, and he also insisted in the final letter that he didn't know about the Prajna grass. What's the point of this letter? It will only make him more convinced that the Prajna grass is me.  I did it myself." Chu Yao raised his hand, put his palm on his flat stomach, and asked with some difficulty: "Did he take shape when he came out yesterday?"

    Liu Shu bit her lip, her eyes were flushed, and she choked up again: "The outline is not yet clear." When the labor was induced yesterday, it was a fuzzy mass of soft flesh. She still feels terrified when she thinks about it now.

    Chuyao lowered his eyes, without any expression on his face, just in a daze, with his palms still pressed against his abdomen, and said: "Is it buried?"

    Liu Shu shook her head, she hasn't formed clearly yet, it's just a lump of soft flesh, not even a dead baby, according to the rules of the palace, it doesn't need to be buried.

    "I want to see." Chuyao said calmly, as if he wanted to see flowers and birds.

    "Miss, this" She couldn't stand the bloody mess, let alone the flesh that fell from Chuyao's body.

    "Go and get it."

    Chu Yao insisted, and Liu Shu had no choice but to go out of the palace gate to bring the washbasin.  The basin was covered with a black cloth, because it happened yesterday evening and there was no order yet, so Gong'e didn't know how to deal with it.

    "Miss, it's better not to look at it." Liu Shu brought the washbasin in front of Chuyao, and when Chuyao was about to open it, she persuaded her again.

    Chu Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the washbasin, as if he didn't hear Liu Shu's words, and the hand that lifted the black cloth trembled.

    Liu Shu couldn't bear to turn her head away, Chuyao lifted the cloth from above, and she looked straight at the bloody mass in the washbasin, as if her little feet were about to grow out.

    Chuyao didn't cry, and didn't show any expression. After watching for a while, he covered the cloth again, and said in a low voice: "Put him next to Kerou's child, and dig out that altar of jade flower wine." (Remember this book)  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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