Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Even though he didn't say it completely, Nan Jinxu already understood the meaning in his arms, and when he touched that determined look, he felt a sharp pain in his heart for a moment, and almost stopped breathing: "No, no! Qing'er—— "

There was a dead silence in the hall, and only the low voices of the empress and the empress could be heard. After a while, the empress cried out in pain, but the emperor's voice could not be heard anymore. Several nuns who were already ready to deliver the empress had already stood Around, as soon as they heard the sound, they quickly stepped forward, and one of the leading nuns lifted the quilt to take a look, and immediately reported in a low voice to the emperor beside the bed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty may be about to give birth, and may be somewhat unclean, please Your Majesty..."

The emperor, who was holding Wu Yaqing tightly, didn't look up, and before the nanny could say anything, he suddenly raised his head, pointed at them and shouted: "If I don't go out, who dares to drive me out? Who dares!"

Seeing the mad look of the emperor, the leading nanny was so frightened that she lost her soul and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Hearing Mammy's words as well, severe pain surged up all over her body, and Wu Yaqing, who was already in darkness before her eyes, suddenly stretched out her hand and called intermittently: "Ajin...Ajin..."

"Qing'er, I'm here." Hearing his voice, Nan Jinxu immediately lowered his head, pressed against Wu Yaqing's pale and cold face, and murmured in a low voice, "I'm not going anywhere. be with you."

Wu Yaqing nodded with difficulty, and forced an illusory smile: "...well..."

The child in the queen's womb suddenly had a seizure, and after a moment of turmoil in the harem, it was suppressed by Concubine Mu Gui and Concubine Qin who had been prepared for it. Jingren Palace was tightly sealed off by the emperor. No one had heard the news. After one night, the son in the queen's womb was not yet born, and the emperor did not go to the morning court, so he guarded the queen in Jingren Palace.

Because the empress came from the rich Wuya clan and had no family for many years, if she gave birth to a prince this time, with the emperor's favor, it is very likely that she will be crowned prince directly, but there is still no news that the empress gave birth a day later. This made everyone in the Chaozhong Wuya clan very anxious except for Wuya Tuo and Wuya Leze. Obviously, the empress had a difficult delivery.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day, when the uya feelings were almost exhausted, that the child who was replaced by his own life was born.

The bed had already been dyed a bright red, and it was still faintly black. There was only a strong smell of blood in the whole bedroom. When the baby's weak cry sounded, the mother hurriedly wrapped the newborn baby in swaddling clothes, knelt on the ground and put her hands together. Carefully lifted the child up: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty!"

When Wu Yaqing was giving birth, she had already lost consciousness. Although her face was already covered in dead gray and her body was covered in blood, she suddenly asked questions at this moment, as if she had regained a little energy—but whether it was The imperial doctor who was silent on one side, and the emperor who was still hugging him tightly knew that Wu Yaqing was the last flashback.

"Is it a boy...or..."

The nanny replied: "Go back to your majesty, she is an imperial daughter."

"Qing'er, you gave birth to a princess." The emperor stroked the temples of the man in his arms, his cheeks leaned against the cold skin tightly, and when he spoke, there was only a strong smell of blood on his lips, and his eyes did not move for a moment To the newborn child, she still said word by word in a low voice, "I wish her a safe and happy life... According to my will, the queen's daughter-in-law will be named Princess Pingle, and her salary and land will be equal to that of a prince.

"……His Majesty……"

"Don't worry, even if it's a daughter, I will regard her as the jewel in my palm and love her as I told you." The emperor took a deep breath, and moved his white lips, but he couldn't show it. With a smile, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "By the way, you haven't named her yet, so give her a name."

"There is too much suffering in this world... I hope she can not be afraid of... the wind and rain, tolerate... the suffering of a lifetime..." Wu Yaqing leaned in his arms, her fingers no longer had the strength to lift her fingers, so she could only press her lips together with difficulty. Approaching that person's warm cheek, he felt that person's warm tears falling drop by drop on his own cheek. There was still that smile on his face, but he finally closed his eyes slowly.

"...then call... Rong Ba..."

The person in his arms went limp little by little, and the skin that was close to him turned from slightly cool to completely icy cold. Nan Jinxu didn't dare to look down at that person, so he could only raise his head and let the tears fall from the corners of his eyes. With deep nostalgia and unspeakable pain, he replied softly.

"Okay...from now on, her name will be Nan Jingrong."

The sky was getting late, and the clouds on the sky were burning, dyed with layers of strange red.

The carriage was driving under the orange-red sunset, and the sound of thumping and thumping was endless. A big bird with snow-white eyes like black beans screamed and jumped down, was caught by an arm with white sleeves, and took off the ties on its toes. After binding the brocade silk, he handed it back to the person sitting across from him.

The man in a lavender robe took the things in his hands, stroked the child sitting next to him, opened his hands and glanced briefly, his black jade-like eyes flashed and then dimmed slightly, and let Li Niao fly away in a low voice. Murong Ji said in a low voice.

"Something happened to the emperor."

Murong Ji's expression changed when he heard the words, and he immediately guessed: "But the queen?"

"A few days ago, the empress gave birth to a princess." Jiang Luoyu nodded with a sigh of relief, his brows and eyes were full of solemnity, but for some reason, there was some inexplicable mixture, and he suddenly raised his hand to remove the hair from his hair A peony jade hairpin, after carefully examining it, he slowly clenched his fingers, "The queen is dead."

Murong Ji was taken aback: "...what?"

"The wind and rain... It's okay." Compared to his shock, Jiang Luoyu looked extremely calm, his face in the dark car, his expression flickering, "The empress passed away due to a hemorrhage in childbirth. After that, the state mourned for three years. There will be no more wars in Daikin within three years, and I never thought that my ominous premonition would be settled as soon as I parted from Zhaomin."

"Then, big brother, he..."

"I'm afraid I have to come back." As soon as Murong Hao was mentioned, Jiang Luoyu noticed that the two children beside him raised their faces and looked at him eagerly, obviously curious, and he couldn't help but curl his lips. , said in a low voice, "The situation in the imperial capital is uncertain, but one thing is for sure—the empress is dead, and His Majesty's last patience will definitely disappear, leaving nothing but resentment towards the Wu Ya family."

After saying this, he slowly raised his head, lifted his fingers to lift the curtain of the car, and looked at the gate of the imperial capital that was getting closer. The words were blown in the wind as soon as he spoke, and he couldn't hear clearly for a moment.

"Our chance... has come."

In today's imperial capital city, it is already full of wind and rain. The death of the two sons and Queen Wu Ya's family has put Wu Ya's family on the cusp of the storm. Don't stop fighting, once you resort to some shady means, those who have been eyeing Wu Yashi will never hold back easily.

Thinking of this, on the indistinguishable beautiful face under the curtain of the carriage, the corners of the lips slowly curved into a strange arc.

In the evening, the sun sets.

The carriage stopped in front of Murong's mansion, Jiang Luoyu lowered his body and straightened his clothes, asked the nuns and servants who came to welcome them to hug Murong Chang and Murong Chui, then got out of the car and entered the door, and went with Murong Ji Murong Qi, who had been waiting for a long time, went to salute. At this time, both of them were immersed in the death of the queen, and they did not notice that behind the two of them, a pair of dim eyes suddenly closed, and a gleam of crystal light followed. It slipped from the corner of the eye.

Murong Chang, who was being embraced by the nanny, bit his little finger, first watched Jiang Luoyu's figure gradually leave, then turned back to look at Mi Qian who got off the carriage and stood not far away Qian, Yihao saw that drop of crystal tear slipping down from her fair cheek, and the big black grape's eyes were so clear that a person's shadow could be reflected.

"Uncle Mi..."

"I'm fine." Mi Qianqian lowered her head, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, she didn't wipe away the tear, she just raised her hand to take Murong Chang from the nurse's arms, letting her eyes chase the figure far away Go, muttered in a low voice, "...it's all right."