Rampant prostitute, evil king Laiding's little medical concubine

Chapter 72
"Young madam, do you need a servant to come in?"

"No! Don't come in."

Mu Yitong raised her eyes and replied in a panic, she must not let the servants see her in such a mess.

He raised his hand to touch his cheek, tears streaming down his face at some point.

"You're talking about Lan Xiang from the study, right? She's pregnant with your child. When did you..."

Mu Yitong swallowed her own voice, she didn't want to arrange room for Qian Bowen, but she didn't expect him to be hooked up by a maid.

Lan Xiang was the maid Qian Bowen took in later, and she never greeted Mu Yitong. The most memorable thing is her face and charm, which are very similar to Mu Yueyin.

Mu Yitong didn't want to mention this person at all, the existence of that girl was an insult to her.

"You still say you don't know?! If you hadn't gone to the study to make her kneel down, the child would never have died."

Qian Bowen's heavy words pointedly accused Mu Yitong that this was his first child, and Lan Xiang didn't dare to tell him about it first, for fear that she might not be able to keep it if she was too young.

Unexpectedly, it was exactly as Lan Xiang expected, and she fell into Qian Bowen's arms and cried until she was gone.

Qian Bowen could only hug the limp body that was crying and comforted her by saying that the child would be born again.

Lan Xiang gradually stopped crying, and begged Qian Bowen not to tell Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Young about this, for she was afraid that once she was exposed, she would never be able to stay by his side again.

Qian Bowen kept asking, and Lan Xiang finally told the whole story.

"You vicious woman, don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

Mu Yitong didn't expect that Qian Bowen would come to her to settle accounts for a maid. Even if she punished Lan Xiang deliberately, she would have no way of knowing that Lan Xiang was pregnant.

What's the use of explaining again at this time, Mu Yitong felt a chill in his heart, and was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning.

Holding the curtain of the bed curtain hard, and pulling himself up, Mu Yitong straightened his expression and said, "The young master has already convicted me, so what's the use of me explaining. My heart is also distressed when the child is gone, but Lan Did I know about Xiang's pregnancy in advance?"

Mu Yitong raised his voice, regained the coldness that a young wife should have, and said sharply: "The family tradition is strict, even in the prime minister's mansion, it is impossible for a maid to seduce the master, isn't it?!"

"you……"

Qian Bowen was speechless when he was refuted, how could he not know this as a scholar.

"If my mother-in-law knows about Lan Xiang, young master, do you think Lan Xiang can stay in the study to serve you?"

Mu Yitong's one word awakened the dreamer, which was what Qian Bowen tried his best to avoid, but Mu Yitong never expected to say it out.

"Anyway, you can take care of yourself in the future. Don't worry about Lan Xiang. You don't touch her in the future. Also, don't come to the study to look for me without my order!"

Qian Bowen shook his sleeves, warned Mu Yitong sternly, straightened up, opened the door and walked out.

Seeing the young master angrily leaving at the door, Qiuping dared to enter the house. Seeing Mu Yitong's pale face, her heart was gripped, and she hurried forward to support her crumbling body.

"Young madam, why is the young master so angry?"

Qiuping picked up the jade hairpin that fell on the ground and put it back in the vanity box. She turned her head to look at Mu Yitong with a hesitant expression, as if she had lost her soul.

"He actually scolded me like that..."

Mu Yitong seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were empty looking out of the window, and he kept repeating this sentence in his mouth.

"Miss, did the young master misunderstand something? Just explain to him clearly and clear up the misunderstanding."

Qiuping was so worried that she even used her previous address in her natal family, trying to cheer Mu Yitong up. If she lost the young master's heart, it would be even more difficult in the Qian family.

A wife in the concubine is controlled by her mother-in-law and rejected by her uncles and sisters-in-law. It is too difficult to gain a foothold alone.

Moreover, Mu Yitong himself has a lofty personality, so it is difficult to get along with those uncles and sisters-in-law.

"How did I know that that dead girl had his child? If I knew, I would never have done that day..."

Mu Yitong's lips trembled slightly, his expression of remorse was clear at a glance, he hugged his knees with his hands, and felt a faint chill all over his body.

Mu Yitong also happened to run into Lan Xiang in the study that day, and Qian Bowen hadn't returned from the school yet.

Mu Yitong was furious at the resemblance and the contempt for the young lady in her eyes. She had come to the study to wait for Qian Bowen to come back, but Lan Xiang was already guarding there.

"How long have you been with the young master?"

At the beginning, Mu Yitong was talking to Lan Xiang condescendingly with the attitude of his wife.

Unexpectedly, Lan Xiang's attitude was disgusting, her indifferent tone and expression made her look more like a hostess than Mu Yitong.

Qiuping couldn't see it, so she approached Mu Yitong and whispered something in Mu Yitong's ear.

Then Mu Yitong ordered Lan Xiang to clean the study room, just to make things difficult for Lan Xiang deliberately, and let her climb up and squat down, and moved all the books from this bookshelf to the bookshelf on the other wall.

Mu Yitong was holding a blue and white porcelain teacup, sitting on the teacher's chair beside the desk, watching Lan Xiang with her head down and wiping the floor leisurely.

"Ah! You bastard! Can you do something?!"

Mu Yitong's sharp cry resounded throughout the study.

A slap slapped Lan Xiang's thin face, and there was a bright red palm print in an instant.

Lan Xiang lowered her head and lay on the ground, her eyes filled with tears, she did not dare to look up at Mu Yitong.

Just now, she just buried her head in wiping the floor, and inadvertently bumped her elbow into the leg of the grand teacher's chair. Mu Yitong was holding the cup to her mouth, and happened to overflow the hot tea in the cup and sprinkle it on Mu Yitong. Tong's dress.

Qiuping has been with Mu Yitong for so many years, and she understood immediately, and immediately slapped Lan Xiang.

Mu Yitong stared at Lan Xiang's red and swollen face, feeling very relieved.

But the skirt was wet, no matter how you looked at it, it was uncomfortable.Mu Yitong had another plan in mind.

The girl Lan Xiang was also quite patient. She was sold into Qian's mansion since she was a child, and she thought she would spend her life as a rough servant girl, but unexpectedly, she would be favored by Qian Bowen and asked her to work in the study.

Lan Xiang knew that her beauty was not superior, and every time Qian Bowen looked at her, she always felt that she was not looking at her, as if she was looking for someone's shadow.

Even being a stand-in is better than being someone else's slave for the rest of your life.

Rough work such as wiping the floor and washing clothes is not a big punishment for Lan Xiang, but what really scares her is the kneeling punishment.

Lan Xiang has been feeling uncomfortable for the past few days, and she often has inexplicable pain in her abdomen, which she didn't care about at first.

But now the Young Madam asked her to kneel and wait for the Young Master to come back. Lan Xiang gradually lost her strength, and her knees were painful and numb like needles, but what disturbed her most was that the pain in her abdomen was getting stronger and stronger.

Then she knelt down and passed out.

Mu Yitong knew that the punishment should not be too severe, and the servants could not surrender until they were ordered to the limit.

Seeing Lan Xiang fainted at the moment, she was a little bit sad, so Qiuping brought a basin of cold water, and poured it all on Lan Xiang's face with a swish, which woke her up.

"You have to remember that not everyone can enter this study. I can tolerate you for a while, but it doesn't mean I can tolerate you forever. Just do it for yourself."

After Mu Yitong finished speaking arrogantly, he pulled his neck and left.

Lan Xiang kept her head down and said nothing, only her drooping eyelids and the hatred in her eyes revealed her thoughts.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, young madam?Just wait and see.

But Lan Xiang only found out after returning to her room that her petticoat was already blood red.

A little girl in the same room as Lan Xiang was very panicked and wanted to call a doctor for her quickly, but Lan Xiang dissuaded her and begged to keep it a secret for her.

The little girl was also kind, and seeing Lan Xiang was pitiful, she had no choice but to agree, and even paid for her to secretly go outside the house to buy medicine.

Of course, Mu Yitong didn't know about this, he was just teaching a maid, and he never expected that Qian Bowen would have a big fight with her because of this.

Mu Yitong remorsefully recalled the situation that day, and felt that she was very ridiculous, and finally reminded Lan Xiang of her identity like a demonstration, and now even she herself was reprimanded by Qian Bowen.

"Young madam, even if Lan Xiang is pregnant with the young master's child, she won't be able to give birth to it. If she gets ahead of you, wouldn't it be a big problem."

Qiuping's words brought back Mu Yitong's sanity, she was right, she was just a stinky girl, whose mistress hadn't dealt with such a girl, not even a concubine, how could she be pregnant with Qian Bowen child.

Thinking of this, Mu Yitong suddenly realized that this child can't be kept anyway, it's better to act earlier than to regret later, and now he feels that the accident of that day solved a big problem.

"Yes, I can't let her get ahead of me, and I can't let anyone get ahead of me."

Mu Yitong slowly caressed his lower abdomen with both hands, muttering to himself, with a firm smile on the corner of his mouth.

The breeze rustled, and the entrance of the hall was too quiet, except for the sound of the breeze blowing the hem of the clothes, there was only the sound of the breathing of the living.

The thin figure standing at the entrance of the Hall of Light looked up at the smoky sky, the moonlight was covered by the smoke clouds, and the cloud shape formed was particularly strange, adding a bit of solemnity to today's night for no reason.

"My lord, the servant sees that it's getting late. I'm afraid the Holy Majesty will not invite people to see him again today."

Huang's servant made a deep bow to Xiao Yi, persuading him in a low voice, for fear that the Seventh Prince might be dissatisfied and blame him.

"Oh? Why?"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he had experienced this in so many years, he stood here and waited for almost an hour, every time the servant Huang said that the Holy Majesty had something urgent to deal with in the inner hall.

The waiter Huang didn't expect him to be so straight-forward, so he hesitated and said: "This... the master's matter is too small to speak nonsense, but my lord, he has been in a bad condition for the past few days. He has just taken medicine, and he may have fallen asleep now. "

Xiao Yi's inquisitive eyes stared straight at Huang's servant's face, almost wanting to see his internal organs upside down.

Saint is sick?Why didn't he hear Mu Kangcheng mention it?
No one told Xiao Yi about such a big matter, he couldn't help but began to wonder if he was too lazy these days, or if the people below were not reliable in their work, and Xiao Yi's eyes and ears could be avoided by every disturbance in the palace?

Secretly noticing the chilling expression on the handsome face in front of him, Huang's legs under the robe of the servant Huang trembled.

"The seventh prince is really a rare visitor. I didn't expect to meet him in the Guangming Palace. It's very rare. Could it be that the prince is also here to pay homage to the Holy One?"

When Huang's servant heard these words from the visitor, instead of trembling, his legs became numb from fright!
He must have not read the almanac today, he picked such a day to work as an errand in the Guangming Hall, and he met two big Buddhas at the entrance of the hall.

The most difficult thing to deal with in the palace is two people, one is the Seventh Prince, and the other is Qian Guifei who just arrived.

Wearing a sapphire blue embroidered lotus satin skirt, the swaying figure of Concubine Qian is set off by the winding floor. She has already given birth to a prince, and she looks like a young girl.

Today she came here specially to meet the Holy Majesty, and she was well-dressed.

Wearing a tulle printed with the hibiscus flower pattern that the Holy Majesty loves most, the hair is tied up in a chic and glamorous updo, the thin ruby ​​hairpins are inserted in the lightly curled temples, and the emerald and pearl pendants are hung on the earlobes, making it even more beautiful. Her skin is as thick as fat, she is more beautiful than flowers, and she is comparable to the beauty of a country and a city.

(End of this chapter)