Rebirth and madness, I am no longer the mistress of this high-class family!

"Go see Yuan'er first."

He was holding the baby wrapped in a small blanket, his eyes were split, and red bloodshot eyes were covered with them.

Xiang Fengliu looked at the lifeless body in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he almost crawled to the side of Shen Yuan's bed, diagnosing her pulse with trembling hands.

But no, the female body on the couch no longer had any pulse. He retracted his hand with a confused look, and did not even have the courage to announce her death.

Pei Zhaoxue's strength was drained away at the moment Xiang Fengliu's eyes darkened. He almost couldn't stand still and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The moon-white fabric on his chest was soon stained red with blood, and tears of blood overflowed from his eyes, blurring his vision.

Xiang Fengliu heard the commotion and looked back at the man with a lot of green stubble on his chin and an almost bloodless face.

He stood up with heavy steps, carefully took the baby from his hand, took out the medicine bottle on his body, and gave the baby a pill.

The pill melted in the mouth, and he took out the silver needle and used it on the baby.

After a while, the black and blue accumulated on the baby's face dissipated like smoke and turned into normal ruddy color.

He patted the baby's butt, and a loud cry followed.

Zhiluo hurriedly came over to pick up the baby and asked the nanny who had been found in advance to come in and breastfeed.

Xiang Fengliu tore off Pei Zhaoxue's clothes and looked at the large wounds with deep bones and pus and bleeding inside, and asked him in a dumb voice: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that it was for her? Why didn't you tell me earlier!!"

There was no trace of blood on Pei Zhaoxue's lips, and her eyes were empty.

"Wrong, the date is wrong. Someone changed the date in the letter. It's just this day. It's just this day."

"Master, Master, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mo Yi's voice woke up Pei Zhaoxue.

He woke up with his face covered with coldness. He reached out and touched his face, only to find that there were cold tears.

The crowing of cocks could already be heard outside, and a glimmer of white fish belly could be seen through the window of the makeshift tent. It was almost dawn.

He looked away, looked at Mo Yiyi who was full of worry, and asked him, what's wrong with him?

"You have been muttering something in pain and crying. My subordinates have never seen you like this before. They are afraid that something will happen to you, so they have no choice but to wake you up."

The memory in the dream was still clear. After a moment of silence, he let Mo Er go down, expressionlessly wiping it clean with a handkerchief, something he rarely had.

"What exactly is going on?"

If that was really his and Shen Yuan's previous life, it would undoubtedly be a tragedy.

She seemed to have died in childbirth, but it was not just for this reason.

The baby will be poisoned, so as the mother, she will naturally be poisoned as well.

When was the poison administered? And by whom?

He couldn't sleep, so he got up and washed briefly before going to the tent where Shen Yuan lived to find her.

It was already dark when they arrived yesterday, so they only briefly arranged the distribution of supplies and then rested.

Shen Yuan personally directed the distribution of cotton-padded clothes last night and helped with the transportation many times. She was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep now.

Zhi Luo had already stood up at this time. When he saw Pei Zhaoxue coming, he subconsciously wanted to go in and report, but he stopped him.

"Is she still resting?"

"Young Madam, you just rested very late yesterday, and you are still sleeping now." Confirming this, Pei Zhaoxue did not rush in, but went to the tent where the doctors were staying, and found one of them who had the most superb medical skills. The old imperial doctor brought the person over.

By this time, Shen Yuan had woken up, and Zhi Luo helped her wash up.

She had been exposed to the cold wind for a long time last night and was too exhausted. Now her head was dizzy and she felt like she had a fever.

Zhi Luo noticed that her body was very hot and was about to call a doctor when she saw Pei Zhaoxue bringing someone over and was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle, how did you know that the young lady was sick?"

Pei Zhaoxue just bumped into him by mistake. Hearing this, he hurriedly led the doctor into the tent, his nervousness palpable.

There was no heat in the tent. He glanced at the charcoal stove with only a few pieces of charcoal. He planned to add more, but Zhi Luo wiped his tears and said there was no more.

"There were so many victims, and many of them couldn't even get blankets, so they had to rely on charcoal fires and firewood to keep warm. The young lady was kind-hearted, thinking that she could sleep in the tent, so she gave out most of the charcoal left for herself, just for herself. Keep these pieces."

Pei Zhaoxue still had a lot of them there. After asking Zhiluo to get them, the doctor also took away his hand to check Shen Yuan's pulse, saying that she was just too tired and had been exposed to the wind for too long. She could just take the medicine he prescribed and rest and keep warm. Safe and sound.

"Is that all there is?" Pei Zhaoxue recalled what happened in the dream and asked the doctor, "Is there any poison?"

"Poisoned?" The old imperial doctor was stunned, and carefully checked Shen Yuan's pulse again. When he took it back, his solemn expression softened slightly, "Judging from the doctor's medical skills, Mrs. Pei only had high fever and was not poisoned. Why did Pei Zaifu So you ask?"

The old imperial doctor's medical skills were among the best in the palace. He said no, and a big stone fell from Pei Zhaoxue's heart.

"I'm just afraid that Yuan'er will be like this because he was poisoned."

"That's it. Then you can rest assured that there is no such possibility. It's just a simple fever. Just take medicine and rest more."

After sending the old imperial doctor away, Pei Zhaoxue ordered Mo Er to boil medicine and boil water. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Shen Yuan's forehead. He began to doubt himself whether he was crazy and actually started to believe in an illusory dream.

However, when he thought about Xiang Fengliu who appeared in his dream and detoxified the baby, another possibility emerged in his mind -

What if the poison in Shen Yuan's body cannot be detected with the old imperial doctor's medical skills?

Just as he was thinking about it, a murmur with a thick nasal sound came from Shen Yuan's mouth.

She spoke in extreme pain, with some crying sounds in her voice.

Sitting unable to hear clearly, Pei Zhaoxue leaned over to her lips and put his ear close to hers.

Then, he heard a sentence that shocked his pupils: "Child, my child."

Shen Yuan fell into the nightmare of difficult childbirth in her previous life.

She loves Pei Zhaoxue deeply, so she naturally looks forward to the fruition of their love.

But when she gave birth to the child, she encountered dystocia. From the beginning, she felt something struggling inside her body, and then there was no movement at the end. The whole process was over. Her heart had been broken into millions of pieces, and she was filled with despair. Eyes.

She looked helplessly at the blood-soaked place under her body, but she didn't have the strength to reach out and touch the baby's head that had come out.

"My child, my child"

He hadn't opened his eyes to see the world, hadn't put on the little shoes she had sewn for him, and hadn't even had time to get his name. How could she be willing to die like this in her body?

The blood all over Pei Zhaoxue's body froze. He slowly looked sideways at the cinnabar on her forehead, which represented her virginity, and felt deeply regretful.

How can one have an heir if his virginity is not broken?

In other words, the scenes he saw in his dream were all real? ! (End of chapter)