Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

She didn't have her husband's surname, nor did she have any extra titles, as if she was always alone.

Qingyi suddenly realized: "Qingshan Nunnery is right next to Xiangguo Temple. Miss, are you planning to set up a permanent memorial tablet for Madam Han?"

Shen Muxue smiled slightly. Although Qingyi was quiet, she was extremely smart.

Qingyi frowned. "Xiangguo Temple is a royal temple. All the people enshrined there are royal relatives. Even if there are ministers' spirit tablets, they are people who have made great contributions to the country and the people. Madam Han is afraid..."

Although Qingyi didn't dare to say the words "not qualified", Shen Muxue knew it very well in her heart.

There was not much emotion on her face, but her eyes flashed with a firm and cold light: "I believe that everything depends on human effort."

In the prime minister's residence, Qingyi's acupoint pressing skills were very superb. Jin invited many people to help, but it was of no avail.

After all, as the emperor's secret guard, her skills are naturally top-notch and no ordinary person can break her.

Jin was extremely anxious. Late at night, she asked Liu Ma to prepare a car and secretly take the child away.

However, this matter was carried out without Shen Zhenwu's knowledge and without any publicity.

As daybreak approached, a carriage arrived quietly.

The acupuncture points on Shen Xuanyi's body have been unblocked, and the child fell asleep peacefully in her arms. Her face was full of spring breeze, and there was a shy smile like a girl in her eyes.

On the other side, Shen Muxue and Qingyi have arrived at Qingshan Temple.

They were greeted by Master Daoyi and the two nuns she trusted most. One was a slightly plump nun, with the Buddhist name Honglian; the other was tall, with the Buddhist name Huixi.

The two men couldn't help but look Shen Muxue up and down, and a look of surprise involuntarily flashed in their eyes.

That’s right. You can tell at first glance that she comes from a wealthy family. Her skin is as white as snow and her facial features are as delicate as a person in a painting. She is indeed a rare beauty.

Look at that figure again, it's curvy and the waist is even thinner.

In that place of fireworks, such beauty is definitely a fairy that can make men lose their minds.

The two exchanged glances, and Master Jinghui spoke, "You've been traveling all night, so you must be tired. Go to the side rooms and rest first. I'll have the young monk tell you about the nunnery. Now that you're here, you should put aside all the pretense of life in the capital and focus on cultivating your mind. Do you understand?"

Shen Muxue nodded meekly in agreement.

Followed the little monk who showed the way and left.

Qingyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried just now, fearing that these two people had been bribed by someone and would pose a threat to the young lady.

Unexpectedly, instead of making things difficult for the young lady, these two men allowed her to go back and rest.

Shen Muxue walked through the long corridor towards the wing room, and her eyes swept across the halls next to her that enshrined Buddha statues. She always felt that something was wrong.

Especially in the air, there is a faint sweet fragrance.

It smells like osmanthus, but seems mixed with some other flavor.

But there was no osmanthus tree in the yard, and winter was approaching, which was not the time for osmanthus to bloom.

Although she was confused, she didn't say much.

After settling in, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

She seldom dreams normally, but tonight, perhaps because the lingering sound of the Zen bell next door was too long, or perhaps because she had just arrived in an unfamiliar environment and had difficulty sleeping, Shen Muxue actually had an absurd dream.

In the dream, she was wearing pajamas and was in the palace, holding Ling Fan's clothes and crying bitterly: "Husband, I really haven't done anything wrong to you, please believe me..."

Ling Fan has grown a beard, and his face looks ten years older than it is now.

But the temperament is more calm and majestic.

The bookish air of his youth has faded, replaced by the maturity and charm of a middle-aged man.

He leaned over, pinched Shen Muxue's chin, his eyes burning with fire as he spoke word by word, "I told you, you only need to be patient for three months. As long as Le Yao gives birth to the child, I will take you home. Why are you so shameless to seduce a man here? And you're even pregnant with his child. Shen Muxue, you disappoint me so much."

Ling Fan suddenly pushed Shen Muxue away, put his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "Give her medicine and let her clean up."

Master Honglian and the nuns had been waiting on the side for a long time. Some were busy holding Shen Muxue down, while others were anxious to pour medicine into their own mouths. Shen Muxue shook her head desperately and wanted to say something, but her chin was pinched tightly and she couldn't utter a word.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dark and bitter potion rushed straight down his throat, unstoppable.

The effect of the medicine came quickly. Not long after, Shen Muxue felt as if her abdomen was being cut by a knife. The pain was almost unbearable, as if a sharp blade was churning in her stomach.

The moment she fell to the ground, she caught a glimpse of Ling Fan hugging Master Honglian and behaving frivolously.

She opened her eyes wide, full of disbelief, and murmured repeatedly: "Brother Ling Fan! This child... is, yours..."

Unfortunately, Ling Fan did not hear her whisper.

He had already turned around holding the monk and walked towards the Buddhist temple next door.

Not long after, Master Huixi appeared and ordered someone to take Shen Muxue to bathe.

Shen Muxue was so weak that she no longer had the strength to resist.

After being thrown into the tub, she struggled to sit up, but suddenly heard Huixi's cold words: "The eldest lady has ordered that no one should be left alive. How about ending your own life?"

The nun beside him quickly agreed: "Master, this is very thoughtful. This will also save the Duke from punishment."

After saying that, the hand mercilessly pushed her head into the water.

What followed was an overwhelming suffocation...

"Do not--"

Shen Muxue screamed and woke up from the nightmare.

Qingyi hurried forward, looking anxious: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Muxue didn't want to make Qingyi worry, so she stroked her heaving chest and shook her head slowly.

This dream is so absurd.

How could Ling Fan be a Duke, and how could he have an affair with Master Honglian?

It's so outrageous.

At this time, it was already bright.

A young monk brought a set of simple nun's clothes and placed them on the table, saying, "Donor Shen has woken up. Master Daoyi asks you to go to the main hall."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Shen Muxue changed her clothes, tied her hair up simply, and went with Qingyi.

However, the moment she stepped into the hall, Shen Muxue looked at the familiar scene and her body shook and she almost fell.

The golden Buddha statue, the altar covered with red cloth, and the hanging prayer flags were all strikingly similar to the scene in the dream!

what on earth is it?

Qingyi quickly supported her from behind and asked with concern, "Miss, are you sure you're okay?"

Shen Muxue clenched her fists, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. The dream was not fictional, but a personal experience from her previous life.

So, later on, she really married Ling Fan together with Shen Leyao and became his concubine?

Because Shen Leyao was pregnant, she became a thorn in Ling Fan's side, so he sent her to this nunnery. The next day after arriving here, she found out that she was pregnant.

But no matter how she begged the people in the nunnery, they were unwilling to help her pass on the message.