Rampant prostitute, evil king Laiding's little medical concubine

Chapter 113
It's really not like the scent of hibiscus that he usually smells, Mu Yueyin's judgment is correct, and Xiao Yi picked up a handful of soil, which really looks like oleander branches and leaves, buried so deep in the soil.No one would think of turning the soil in the flowerpot.

"The imperial concubine is justified. I didn't think it was because of the flowers until I confirmed with Eunuch Cao again and again that the hibiscus was moved into the hall more than ten days ago. When it was outside the hall, due to the fresh rain, there was still water. Sunshine, let the fragrance spread outside the empty hall, and the Holy Majesty has been staying in the hall, so naturally there is no chance to smell it."

Eunuch Cao hurriedly nodded in agreement, and interrupted: "Yes, His Majesty watched from a distance, never approached."

Mu Yueyin returned a thankful smile to Eunuch Cao, and continued: "Judging from the rotting state of the oleander in the soil, I'm afraid it was put in more than ten days ago. So once this hibiscus is placed in the hall, it will be even more beautiful." It produces a strong aroma. Moreover, the most important thing is that the Holy Majesty had contracted a cold before, and his body was no longer as good as before. The poison thought of rushing into his heart and lungs, causing blood clogging, so now he is unconscious and has a problem with his physiological metabolism. .”

What blood clogging, physiological metabolism?

It was the first time for the empress and concubines to hear these strange words, only Xiao Yi looked relaxed, he was no longer surprised by Mu Yueyin's uncommon words.

Mu Yueyin smiled awkwardly, how could they understand it by explaining it in a simple way?
"How does Eunuch Cao take care of such a precious hibiscus flower? There is a poison in it, it's really heartbreaking!"

Concubine Qian Gui made insinuations, although she was clearly accusing Eunuch Cao of not being able to take care of her, she was insinuating that Concubine Yuan Gui deliberately wanted to kill the Holy Majesty.

"The Empress, please forgive me, the Seventh Prince, please forgive me! It's nothing to do with trivial matters, the small ones don't even know oleanders! The Imperial Garden doesn't raise oleanders either, Empress Mingjian..."

Eunuch Cao knelt down and kowtowed as soon as his legs softened. Even if his whole body was full of mouths, he couldn't absolve himself of the blame.

"Who is the culprit behind it, and how the oleander got into the hibiscus flower, this point needs to be determined by the Holy Majesty after he wakes up."

The empress made a final decision, her stern eyes swept across Concubine Qian Gui's hesitant face, and then rested on Concubine Yuan Gui.

"However, before the Holy Majesty wakes up, come and take care of Concubine Yuan Gui. Without the Holy Majesty's will, no one can see her again!"

After receiving Yi's decree, the guards at the gate of the hall immediately rushed into the Guangming Hall and surrounded Concubine Yuan Gui.

"Don't touch me! Okay, empress, how dare you treat me like this, after the Holy Majesty wakes up, let's see how you explain it!"

Concubine Yuan Gui was very stubborn, at this time she naturally couldn't lose her momentum, she didn't have the support of the Holy Majesty, and she was under Concubine Qian Gui, so she could only watch herself being locked up by the empress.

Perhaps only Concubine Yuan Gui knew in her heart whether all this had anything to do with her.

"Empress, now that the culprit has been found out, can Miss Mu be further diagnosed and treated?"

At this time, Xiao Yi was most concerned about the situation of the Holy Majesty, and of course he sincerely believed that Mu Yueyin would have a good plan.

"Yes, Miss Mu, please."

The queen became more polite to Mu Yueyin, secretly admiring her, she did not expect that she could find out the problem from such a big Guangming Palace, and it was a waste of her using so much manpower before, and she didn't realize that it was the problem of hibiscus flower .

Mu Yueyin was naturally obliged to return to the comatose Holy Majesty's side again, where should I start.

The deep eyes flashed across Concubine Qian Guifei's face inadvertently, she seemed to show a trace of unwillingness, as if she was very conflicted, whether the Holy Majesty would treat her well after waking up.

Xiao Yi couldn't help sneering, the women in this palace were more thoughtful than each other.

On the other hand, the busy figure in front of the dragon couch was still her. Mu Yueyin had a pure mind, only medical skills were on her mind, and she put all her thoughts on her face.

Xiao Yi slowly raised the corners of his lips, a trace of warmth gradually came from his heart.

The shower seemed to have stopped, the sky gradually opened up a bright white, and suddenly a warm sun shone down, and the new morning unknowingly kicked off.

Misty eyes fell on the dim ceiling, and Mu Yitong who opened his eyes subconsciously covered his abdomen with his hands, as if he suddenly felt something, and his expression became sad.

"Mrs. Side, don't be too sad. The doctor said to take a good rest, and there will be another child."

It was Qiuping's voice, who kept repeating this sentence in his ear.

What about Qian Bowen?Mu Yitong suddenly remembered, and suddenly wanted to sit up, looking around, trying to find Qian Bowen.

"Yitong, don't get excited, I'm here with you..."

Finally hearing that familiar gentle voice, Mu Yitong couldn't help crying, and Qian Bowen hurried forward to hug her in his arms.

Qiu Ping stepped back in a hurry, and the moment she closed the door, she saw Mu Yitong's hands tightly clutching the belt on Qian Bowen's brocade robe.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mu Yitong burst into tears unscrupulously in Qian Bowen's arms.

"Shh, don't cry..."

After such a long cold war, Qian Bowen finally regained his tenderness towards Mu Yitong, and he kept softly comforting him.

After a while, Mu Yitong's hoarse crying gradually stopped, and he hurriedly pulled the silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears on his face.

Suddenly Mu Yitong withdrew from Qian Bowen's arms, and said very sadly: "Master, let's go, I'm too ugly. I can't leave you a child, I want to die already."

When Qian Bowen heard her mentioning the child, he was also quite sad. He lost his second son in a row, and he was deeply moved.

"The doctor said it's okay, just take good care of it. There will always be more."

Looking at Mu Yitong's thin side face, Qian Bowen's heart suddenly trembled, how did she spend so many days.

Hearing that the food was not good, she shed tears all day long, but she didn't expect that after the quarrel, all she was left with was endless pain and a child who lacked protection.

Last night Qiuping went to find herself, crying and saying that Mrs. Fang had bled a lot. Qian Bowen thought it was Mu Yitong who was playing hard to get, since she was fine and healthy, so why would she bleed.

At that time, he was still playing chess with his wife and having a good time talking, but Wen Yuhan knew the current affairs and thoughtfully asked him to come and see his sister.

At the beginning, Qian Bowen said sarcastically that Mu Yitong would only play the temper of the young lady, and would not be considerate, so it must be nothing serious, so he wanted to ignore it.

In the end, it was Qiuping who kowtowed on the ground, bleeding her forehead, Qian Bowen got her up because of his irritability.

Walking all the way towards the courtyard, Qian Bowen also warned Qiuping that if he lied to him, his wife would never see him again.

Qiuping just ran forward, and when she opened the curtain of the inner room, she was already so frightened that she screamed out.

And Qian Bowen, who was following behind, also stood on the spot blankly. Mu Yitong had already fainted on the bed, and the blood under his body soaked the entire thin quilt, which was shocking.

"Don't call the doctor yet!"

Qian Bowen scolded Qiuping angrily, and Qiuping ran away.

However, it was too late, the doctor checked carefully after arriving, and told Qian Bowen that Mu Yitong was pregnant for more than a month, but unfortunately, the child was gone.

Qian Bowen lost all his strength and fell down on Mu Yitong's bed, looking at her frowning with her eyes closed, her pale face seemed to be immersed in pain, and she still didn't know what had happened.

It was the second time he experienced this feeling of being separated from his flesh and blood, and Qian Bowen sighed helplessly. Could it be that he has no destiny with children after all? First Lan Xiang, and then Mu Yitong.

Could it be that God is punishing him and not allowing him to easily have his own child.Qian Bowen was still immersed in his self-blame, when he heard Qiuping asking the doctor.

"If the madam knows that the child is gone, she will definitely die of pain, and she originally wanted to surprise the young master, what should the doctor do?"

Qian Bowen felt even more distressed when he heard these words, but unexpectedly the doctor's next words made his expression freeze.

"Originally, the pregnancy was going well, and Mrs. Side was not sick. The only possibility for the sudden loss of the baby is, did Mrs. Side eat something unclean today?"

"The lady side ate very little today, except for drinking a bowl of sweet soup in the lady's room, she didn't eat anything else."

"This... I don't dare to say for sure, but there may be something wrong with the sweet soup."

Would Wen Yuhan harm Mu Yitong because she learned that she had a child?
This thought could never get out of Qian Bowen's mind, otherwise, according to what the doctor said, Mu Yitong would have eaten a bowl of sweet soup, and the child would have died.

What does this mean? Someone wants to harm Mu Yitong.And that person is probably Wen Yuhan!
Qian Bowen never thought that his wife, who is currently married to Ming Media, would treat his concubine and children like this one day.

"Don't worry, I will get justice for you."

Qian Bowen caressed Mu Yitong's pale face, brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, and whispered softly.

Qian Bowen, who was too sad, didn't notice it at all. Qiuping, who was standing at the door, winked at the doctor, and then she quietly handed a money bag to the doctor.

The old doctor nodded and smiled, understanding.

"Master Qian, this is a prescription for my wife's health. If you have a good life, you will naturally have a child."

After formulating a bunch of precautions, Qian Bowen asked Qiuping to take the doctor to the accounting room to collect the money.

Qian Bowen had expected Mu Yitong's reaction after waking up.Sure enough, after making her cry sadly for a while, she calmed down a lot.

"Master, it's all my fault. If I didn't pay attention, the child wouldn't..."

Mu Yitong raised her tear-filled eyes, choked up and confided, saying that she almost lost her breath later, but Qian Bowen gently followed her back to comfort her.

"Don't think so, this child has nothing to do with us. When you take care of yourself, the child will come again. You have been too thin recently, so let the kitchen make up for you later."

Mu Yitong's soft words were transmitted to Mu Yitong's ears, and her heart couldn't help trembling. Qian Bowen is really such a hypocritical man. If her child was not gone, would she still be able to enjoy such gentle treatment?
But Mu Yitong still showed a shy expression on his face, nodded, and said delicately: "I will listen to the young master in everything, as long as the young master doesn't get angry with me."

After hearing this, Qian Bowen felt very soft. The cold war and embarrassment of many days had disappeared.

Holding Mu Yitong's soft and boneless hand, Qian Bowen couldn't help talking about love softly.

Mu Yitong fell on Qian Bowen's chest, listening to the whispering voice above his head, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

It's probably nothing more than putting it to death and rebirth.

The sky turned pale, and the empress, who had been up all night, sat in the Hall of Light, leaning her whole body on the back of the chair, asking the palace servants to add tea, her brows furrowed, and she looked extremely tired.

Mu Yueyin raised her eyes to observe Xiao Yi's face, there was also a dark shadow under her eyes, but the deep eyes were still shining brightly, without a trace of fatigue.

"All right."

Mu Yueyin took a deep breath, and pulled the last thin needle from His Majesty's forehead.

(End of this chapter)