Chapter 42: Stop the war

The couple should have lie on the same bed, but now they are having fun in the room, and the lover is raining in the tent, and the clouds are tearful in the tent.

Brother Pei... Do you think héng should continue to stick to his own opinions? She leaned on her elder brother's shoulder and asked softly

Haven't my sister already made up her mind... My brother's gentleness is stronger than that backing, and his support is better than everything

But this time the fire in Qiwu Palace was destroyed, is it that God meant something? Li héng said worriedly

The glitzy palace was filled with dazzling glass, the fire was extinguished and the glass was broken, this... means others, héng, no need to worry. Li Pei's tone became so low again, and he was still afraid of the glass that had not yet broken.

Father's side... The thing that people lie on the bed are most worried about

If héng can take over the power in the future, your father will naturally not say anything. Li Pei comforted his sister, as long as he holds power, he can do whatever he wants... He looked at the slight candlelight and thoughtful

Everyone has that little Jiujiu in their hearts

Perhaps Li Pei miscalculated one thing, that is, he did not know Li héng, a daughter, Yan Xi, Yan Xi reconciled the relationship between Yuanxun and others and Li héng, and was overworked because Li héng was injured and coma, and he couldn't afford to get sick. But the condition was just sick, but the condition was out of control. Now several imperial physicians can't control the disease. The only benefit of this disease attacking at this time is to stop the temporary internal strife, but the anxiety is now spreading from two places.

Li héng recited scriptures and chanted Buddha in the Buddhist temple all day long, just to make his illness recover soon, but the lord of the one palace in Cining Palace turned against his normalcy and locked himself in the depths of the hall.

In the tense atmosphere in the Cining Palace, the palace servants did not dare to gather in the most luxurious bedroom, just because their master was losing his temper at this moment.

Manager Xiao... They are asking their boss for help

Bang! And at this moment, the sound of something broken came from the room again

Shut up and guard! Xiao stared at them outside the door with a serious look on his face

From time to time, they heard the sound of things being smashed, but they never heard their master vent their anger and shouted at Queen Yuan? This situation began after he had just visited Queen Xi, but these palace servants knew that after their master arrived at Jingren Palace, they just visited Queen Xi through the pearl curtain and did not have any communication with Queen Xi. But why did this silent communication make Queen Yuan so angry? They guessed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to ask each other.

... Yuanxun bit his lip from beginning to end, and threw the items at his hands from time to time. His heart seemed to be blocked by cement, making him breathless. What's wrong? Why is he like this? What's this uncomfortable feeling? There is a forbidden zone in his heart. Whenever he touches that forbidden zone... he feels so uncomfortable that he has to vent by throwing things, and he can't calm down...

There was always a figure in his mind, and the thin master could only lie on the collapse, his face pale and unable to get out of bed

When I walked to the man's bed, why did I stop and just stare at the gauze tent and then go to the silence of the man?

In the past, did he just treat the people in the bed as a pet servant or a playmate? He was sick and asked the imperial physician to treat him. What did he do here with such a heart-wrenching heart? Why did he worry about it?

Yuanxun didn't understand what was the reason for his feelings at the moment. He just came to see him. As the queen mother, he just needed someone to visit him. Why could he come in person? What was that anxiety and discomfort? Why did his hands clench into fists and couldn't let go, why did his eyes stare at him tightly and couldn't move? Why did the people on the bed have such a great impact on him?

He was puzzled, he was puzzled, confused, sad, unconsciously, he had refused others' sleep for several days. Every day, all he thought about was this terminally ill person

Just as he was trapped in the contempt and doubt, the man lying behind the tent gently stretched out his hand, and the pale fingers penetrated from behind the tulle and reached towards him tremblingly

Houjun... His voice was so powerless and hoarse, as if he would leave after saying a few more words.

Xier... He came back to his senses at this moment and grabbed the cold hand

In just a few days, the skinny and bones were left in his hand. The palace servants lifted the gauze. He looked at the person on the bed and his heart suddenly felt ache.

Xier... He choked up, and tears that had not fallen for many years actually moistened his eyes at that moment, falling one after another on the hand that was like a stern.

Don't be sad... If you hurt yourself... Xi'er is so guilty... Yan Xi frowned and said sadly

Xier... He was at a loss, not knowing how to take back his tears like a torrential

It turns out that the people in the bed have really had such a great influence on him. For more than ten years, this person flashed back into his mind with his own pictures. He not only served him as the queen mother, but also relieved his boredom. He gradually walked into his heart on the bed, stayed in his heart for a long time, but he didn't know it at all.

Sorry... This sound came out. Yuan Xun looked at Yan Xi's eyes that had never been blamed, and felt that the guilt in his heart was getting heavier and he was sorry for him.

Houjun... Yan Xi shook his head gently, and wanted to say something, but he was unable to say anything.

Xier is resting well, Ai's family is here to guard you... Yuan Xun held Yan Xi's hand and said firmly

Yan Xi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at the past of this person he had looked up to for the rest of his life, and it also appeared in his heart.

Houjun... Do you still remember when Xier gave birth to Hénger? Yan Xi spoke with difficulty. At that time... it was really difficult...

Alas... Yuanxun also recalled that, and at this time, he also remembered that he had been with the people in the bed through the most difficult days, right?

They were like the young couple, looking forward to the coming new life expectancy is a kind of happiness, but the childbirth is painful in Jingyang Palace. The imperial physicians, the fathers and the palace servants were all sweating because the childbirth was not going well.

The womb of the husband resounded throughout the palace, but the anus was unable to be opened for a long time and the child could not be given birth.

Houjun...Save me... He asked the people beside the bed for help. The pain in his abdomen made him worse than death

Imperial Doctor, find a way! Yuan Xun, who had never given birth, didn't know what to do, so he could only shout to others

Ah Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave Wave pain... Yan Xi held his towering belly and couldn't help but roll on the bed

Marquis, relax and take a deep breath! The princes said loudly

Houjun... It hurts so much... Yan Xi could feel the child being kicked and beaten, as if he was struggling to come out, but his body was constantly squeezing her, preventing her from being born

Xier, Ai's family is here, relax... Yuanxun held Yan Xi's hand tightly, feeling that his back was sweating heavily