Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

In order to win over Marquis Xicheng's heart and make him willingly plan for her, Luo Ying'er had to commit herself to him before getting married.

It was a decision she regretted deeply, but the marquis' wife was lucky enough to give birth to a son with extremely high luck. It was truly God's help to her!

There was nothing to be feared when the son of luck had not grown up, so she exchanged a pill for labor-inducing medicine from the system. After learning that the marquis's child was of such good fortune, she took it without hesitation.

Poor Zhuoer, who was only seven months old, almost died like this when he was just born.

Fortunately, this child was as blessed as she was, and she survived the process of changing her fate without any major problems. The incurable disease was also cured by Duan Tinghan.

If her child has such an excellent destiny, he will become the most powerful helper in the future. What will the prince's party be at that time?

However, the sacrifice in exchange for the son of destiny was too great. After giving birth to Zhuo'er, she did not get pregnant again for more than ten years.

Although the third prince is easy to control, he still has a biological mother, the imperial concubine, who is used to making trouble. In recent years, many bitches have been stuffed into the backyard of the palace, both openly and secretly.

Thanks to the help of the true dragon's energy, her body was able to recover and she successfully became pregnant with the first legitimate son of the royal palace.

This child was hard to come by, and Luo Ying'er protected him like her lifeblood, always being careful and on guard, fearing that he would come into harm while in system confinement.

Her mind was filled with a lot of random thoughts and she was in a mess. This feeling was really not right. In order to prevent any accidents from happening, Luo Ying'er turned around and wanted to go back to her room to rest.

But as soon as she turned around, she inexplicably felt a strong pressure coming towards her.

With a loud bang, her back hit the wall before she could react.

Her whole body felt like being hit by a heavy hammer of air. Her internal organs were squeezed and deformed. She turned pale in pain and even vomited blood.

"Tick, tick..."

When Luo Ying'er was unconscious, she only felt a warm current extending down her legs.

She looked up blankly and saw the maid's face as pale as death. She pointed at the large bloodstain on the ground and said in a trembling voice with infinite fear: "Princess, Princess..."

Luo Ying'er followed her gaze downwards, her breath held, and a vague answer came to her mind.

“My...child?” At this moment, the sharp voice almost permeated the entire mansion, “Ahhhhh my child!!!”

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Duan Tinghan was awakened by the pain. There was a circle of pain around his neck for unknown reasons, and the place where the medicinal bath came into contact with him was burning with pain, just like an attempted suicide by hanging, or the remaining evidence of a failed murder.

He woke up slowly, and what he saw was the exquisite wooden screen. He blinked and looked a little dazed.

"Aba Aba..." No!

He shook his head to clear the abnormal contents in his mind and exclaimed, "What just happened?!"

"Oh? Wake up, wake up." The one who responded to him was Fu Guanci, who was serving medicine behind the screen.

He seemed to be talking to someone in a low voice, and then footsteps slowly approached. Duan Tinghan raised his eyes and saw a bowl of horrible black medicine.

He shuddered uncontrollably, as if he had finally remembered the fear that had recently dominated him by this nightmarish smell.

Fu Guanci handed the medicine bowl forward, his face unchanged: "Master Duan, didn't you say that you should stay awake when taking the medicine bath?"

"Sorry..." Duan Tinghan was a little confused by his casual attitude. He didn't know what year it was. He reflexively took the medicine from the other party and swallowed it with a fearless gulp.

It didn't seem like a potion that could be brewed by humans... Oh, no, after finishing this bowl, it didn't feel like the black soup of death brewed for people to drink at all. The pungent and painful feeling finally made him sober up a little.

He suddenly raised his head, pointed at Fu Guanci, and then pointed at the screen that should have been broken into pieces. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "You...you, I...uh...goose?!"

He wanted to marvel at the shocking scene that could not be described in words, and why he had inexplicable palpitations and dizziness, and almost faced death, but now when he woke up, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Also, you should thank the person who saved your life.

There were so many words stuck in my heart, they were so complicated that my voice got stuck when I opened it.

Fu Guanci sighed, calmly took back the empty bowl, met his shocked gaze, and gave him a sympathetic look that said 'No need to say more, I understand'.

Then he moved as smoothly as flowing water and withdrew in the blink of an eye.

Duan Tinghan: “???”

He always felt that what the other person wanted to express was not what he wanted to express.

Fu Guanci walked out from behind the screen quickly, shook his head at Shen Zhinian who was looking up from the opposite side, sighed deeply, and said in a deep voice: "She's been fooled."

A slightly exaggerated female voice sounded, with a slightly sad tone: "He is still so young... How could it be?!"

Duan Tinghan: “…”

Haha, perhaps he had long been accustomed to the mysterious operations of the two disciples from Sun Moon Valley, and he even had a thought that it was as expected.

After being helped to put on his clothes by the strange and lifeless puppet beside him, Duan Tinghan slowly pushed his wheelchair out from behind the screen.

Regardless of whether Shen Zhinian and Fu Guanci's bizarre ability to save people today was an illusion, this puppet alone was enough to prove that something was wrong in Sun Moon Valley.

Originally, he should have been taken care of by his family members during the medicinal bath, so naturally nothing would be exposed.

But his family never seemed to care about his life or death. If they only spent two months every year seeking medical treatment, they would gain a good reputation for the rest of their lives. So why would they spend more energy and take care of him personally?

So, this situation came about.

Young Master Shen is used to being carefree, and Master Fu only knows how to take care of his senior sister. In order to avoid serving others, the senior sister and brother worked hard overnight to come up with this thing.

It doesn’t matter whether it is exposed or not. Anyway, there will be prohibitions when leaving the valley. What can be said and what cannot be said, it’s very simple.

Duan Tinghan touched his neck. It was clearly the most painful spot when he was unconscious, but when he put his hand on it, it was smooth.

He looked at the two sisters and brothers who were pretending to be stupid, and added to Fu Guanci's mistranslation: "I seem to see some silver-white silk threads, which are strangling my neck."

Shen Zhinian: "..."

"That must be what Master Duan tied up with his own hair." Shen Zhinian laughed, but under the table he pinched a junior fellow apprentice's arm hard.

I told you not to do all these fancy things!

Fu Guanci: “!!!!!!” The first sharp explosion of the day burst out from his heart.