The merciless prince goes to court

Chapter 80
Chapter 87
An Ning just kept shaking her head, "Master, I don't, why...why don't you believe me?"

Duan Xiye's thin lips are tightly pursed, you are not worthy of my trust...

An Ningxin's legs went limp, and she fell powerlessly on the cold ground. She is not worthy of his trust... In the two years of husband and wife relationship, he gave her only one worthless, he said, he never loved her. All of them are Lu Qingran, so, An Ning, what is An Ning?
"Master, I'm also your child inside me. He's not a bastard, no..." An Ningxin stared at her tear-smeared eyes, unable to believe that he said such cruelty to her unborn child...

"You are a scumbag, and you are not much better. With your disgusting blood, this king feels disgusting at a glance. I don't even want you. What is it if you are not a bastard?" Duan Xiye sneered. All he cares about is The children of the one he loves are the heirs he recognizes, as for the others, they are superfluous.

"I don't think you are worried about what you do, madam. You enjoy the life of the current people so much. Then, from now on, you are not the king's concubine. You can go and be a lowly slave."

After he finished speaking coldly, he hugged the woman in his arms and left, but Lu Qingran suddenly turned around, with red lips slightly raised, mocking An Ning's heart.

"Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe?" An Ningxin just watched their leaving figures, and suddenly felt colic pains in her lower abdomen, from wife to concubine, and then from concubine to slave.

An Ningxin... Are you really so unbearable, so unbelievable?
Or because I don't love, so I don't have sympathy, and because I don't love, I can be so ruined.

She knelt on the extremely cold ground, and when she looked up, the outside world was already desolate, and her heart began to become desolate...

I don't know when, the whole Nanwang Mansion was covered with a layer of snow white, the cold wind blew through, and a few flakes of snow gently shook off the thin withered branches, peacefully tightened the clothes on his body, and breathed on the palm of his hand. With a deep breath, she put her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling fascinated by the slight protrusion, and only at this time, she felt that she could live, because with this child, she loved it more than anyone else...

She bent down, picked up the wooden basin on the ground, and walked forward...

Along the way, large flakes of snowflakes fell on her hair from time to time, that pale face was thinner than before, and those hands that were often covered with snowflakes could no longer hold the needle and thread, and could only do some rough work...

She lowered her head, put the wooden basin on the ground, and then put a piece of clothing into the wooden basin. Counting the cold winter, her lips had been frozen into light blue... She put her hand into the water Here, the piercing cold made her take a deep breath.

She just bit her lip lightly, washing clothes one by one, but by chance, a drop of water fell from the corner of her eyes, and in an instant, it seemed that it could condense into ice.

A pile of clothes was thrown beside her again, she raised her head, and it was Yun Niang who she saw, "You should have washed these too, if you weren't so useless, you would even grab your husband's heart No, Brother Big Niu and I won’t suffer here either.”

Yunniang stood up and looked down at An Ningxin, "It's so cold today, I'm afraid of the cold, anyway, you've already washed it, so it's okay to wash a few more."

"That's the way fate is, you are not a maid now, what is the difference from me?"

She patted her clothes, and just spat at An Ning Xin, which is the way to leave generously.

An Ningxin looked at the extra clothes around her, her hands were already red and swollen from the cold, she didn't have good hands in the first place, at this time, another round of injuries started.

At night, she closed the window, and under the not-so-heavy clothes, she was so thin that she couldn't get any thinner. Only her stomach protruded slightly.

"My child, can mother make clothes for you?" She put her hands on her lower abdomen. Those hands were not bloody, but they were already bruised.

She picked up the bamboo basket she had put aside, and took out the little clothes she hadn't finished. She clumsily sewed them one by one, while the whistling wind would come from her ears from time to time, flapping their crude wooden clothes. The window, looking up, the outside is already silvery white.

This year's weather is extremely cold, she rubbed her hands, and then pulled away the thin quilt and wrapped herself up, this year's winter is really cold, and even people are too.The white lips were pursed lightly, and there was too much sorrow in those eyes.

"My child, mother is working hard to live. Even if no one loves us, we should love ourselves, okay?"

She was talking to herself, it is said that in order to let his concubine live a warm winter, he spent a lot of money to bring her a hot spring, it is said that he gave the orphan fur coat that the emperor just gave him It was also given to her. I heard that Qingran’s residence was as warm as spring. I heard that Duan Xiye’s doting on his wife has long been a good story...

It would be a lie to say that there is no pain, and it would be a lie to say that she is not sad... Her heart still hurts for him, for him, but now she only wants to give birth to this child, and then she really doesn't want to There is nothing left to ask for.

Duan Xiye stood at the door of this small courtyard, just looking inside coldly.

"Does the prince want to go in?" Mu Yan slapped his fan, but felt that the wind from the fan made him shiver involuntarily. His eldest brother went out to work for the prince, and he had been away for a few months. Standing beside this shady prince by himself is quite strenuous.

Duan Xiye just frowned and turned around.

"She's not dead, is she?" A cold and heartless voice came, and Mu Yan just closed his fan, "My lord should know, in fact, you just need to go in, lord, no amount of punishment should be enough, after all , Madam also has the flesh and blood of the prince."

Duan Xiye paused for a moment and didn't say anything more.

He shook the snowflakes on his body, and felt bored for no reason, because of that woman who should not have existed.

"My lord..." Lu Qingran came over and took the clothes on Duan Xiye's body, with a faint blush on her face, and the whole body of Qingran was in the middle, the charcoal fire was very deep, it could be said to be as warm as spring.

"En." Duan Xiye just stretched out his arms to hug her, "How is today, are you okay?"

Lu Qingran nodded her head lightly, the happiness between her brows grew stronger.

"That's good. It's cold recently, so don't go out." He held Lu Qingran's hand tightly, but inadvertently thought of another woman who was also pregnant with a child. Mu Yan was right, that The child is his after all...

Snowflakes fell one by one, a small body huddled on the ground, his hands tightly held a hairpin, and let the snowflakes fall on his face and body, he sat there like a dead person. at every turn.

Until a handful of oil paper was propped on top of his head, he opened his eyes and saw a slightly ordinary face "Are you cold?" The little girl's voice was crisp, but he didn't say anything.

"Are you hungry?" He was still silent, and even turned his face away, not wanting to look at her. Both of his parents died, and he was just a beggar on the street, but he clasped his hands and told himself , One day, he will definitely become famous, and then he will find that beautiful girl who gave him a hairpin.

"Here, this is for you." Seeing him ignoring her, the little girl took out an oil bag from her arms and put a large piece of cake in his hand, "I don't have much, can I share some with you?" ?” She put half of the pie in his hand, and he just held it passively, the girl thought about it again, looked at the other half in her hand, she bit her lip, and put The other half was also placed in his hands.

(End of this chapter)