There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 20 Abortion (1)
When the second child arrived, she couldn't bear it, fearing that the child would be hurt again, so she guarded it carefully, but it was inevitable that her hands would turn into a puddle of blood.

The third child...the third one is Shang'er... She desperately protected him, suffered all kinds of sufferings, almost thought that she couldn't protect him again and again, but fortunately, Chang'er's life was hard, such a bloody and cruel servant, Even she was tortured almost to death every time, but Shang'er was safe and sound, but she was born prematurely...

Thinking of Chang'er's fame, Yang Churuo shivered for a while, and would never forget the scene of that day. She was eight months pregnant, trembling, unable to eat, with a big belly, she still had to humblely fold the lotus paper in exchange for some food .

In the past eight months, there has not been a day when she has not been worried. She is afraid that Xuanyuan Jinze will not hire a midwife for her. She is afraid that the baby will slip away. He opened the door with kindness, but the door was closed and did not move at all. The people outside the door whispered, "The emperor ordered that no one is allowed to hire a midwife for her, and let her die in Lanling Terrace, with two lives."

It's a good sentence, it hurts to death, one dead body and two lives.The last straw is gone, who else can she ask for?Unconsciously, she gave birth to Chang'er by herself, and almost took her life.

That devil has never cared about her feelings, let alone the child in her womb.

If he had the slightest sympathy, he would give her a bowl of abortion pills after she went to bed, instead of allowing her to conceive one after another and watch the children slide from her belly, let alone kill them with his own hands. Killed her first two children, killed Chang'er...

Thinking of the past, Yang Churuo intuited that another bloody gash had been torn open in her heart, and she could hardly breathe from the pain. If she could, she wished she could erase that unbearable memory.

Now... she has a child again... what should she do?Is she going to destroy it by herself this time?
If she didn't destroy her dilapidated body, how could she support him to give birth?How to take revenge?

To live, for her, life is better than death, there is no harm, she only needs revenge, only revenge, no matter what price she pays.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly? Ah, your wound is bleeding, do you want to be okay? Doctor, Doctor Zhang, come and see my sister." Aunt Yu was very worried, and ran When he went out, he hurriedly called Doctor Zhang.

Yang Churuo's cold gaze was firmly fixed on the firewood beside the fire, her neatly manicured nails like white jade were tightly clenched in the blood bubbles in her palms, suddenly a sharp and determined flash flashed in her cold eyes.

He stretched out his hand, held the thick dry wood, and hit it hard towards the abdomen, one blow after another, exhausting all the strength in his body every time.

"Hmm..." The pain in her abdomen was so painful that she couldn't stop the cold sweat, she tilted her body and almost fell down.

"Ah... Sister, what are you doing, stop now." Aunt Yu hurried back when she heard the noise at the door, seeing Yang Churuo beating her abdomen with a thick firewood, she almost fainted from fright.

Feng Ling rushed into the house one step earlier than Aunt Yu, grabbed the firewood, and hugged her dying body. For the first time, he felt that a person's weight could be so light that he could hug her with one finger.

Even he didn't know why the innocence that had been so hard to gather was continuously passed on to Yang Churuo from the palm of his hand. Perhaps it was because she was a woman who made people feel sorry for her. No hope, but also the determination to live tenaciously.

(End of this chapter)