in the evening, when yan yi returned from the imperial study, he went to the luan feng hall to see ning zhiyu, who had been in a very bad spirit recently, and even when he was eating, he even wandered away, and even yan yi couldn't hear what he was saying.
"ayu, what's wrong with you?"
"tomorrow is your birthday, how come i don't seem happy to see you?" but someone provoked you? "
ning zhiyu looked back and smiled lightly, "no." "
yan yi furrowed his brows worriedly, "but is your body uncomfortable?" "
ning zhiyu shook his head, took the spoon and dialed the crystal cake in the bowl: "no." "
yan yu raised his hand to bring the long hair on the side of his face behind his ear for him, and sighed, "xuan long refused to hand over neidan, not to say that he would wait for the child... after some time, when there is neidan, your illness will be cured, you don't think about it, if there is anything unhappy, then tell yuan, and come to help you solve it. "
ning zhiyu said lowly, "hmm. "
yan yi waved his hand to tell qingmei to back off, picked up the soup spoon, and scooped up the bowl of black chicken soup and put it in front of ning zhiyu: "if you really can't eat it, drink the bowl of soup, so hungry can't do it."
"okay."
ning zhiyu took the bowl and took a sip on the side of the bowl, the mellow chicken soup with gold oil had just entered the throat, and a surge of nausea in his stomach rushed straight to his throat, he slammed down the bowl, don't turn over and cover his lips and vomit.
yan yi was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand to smooth his back: "what's wrong?" "
ning zhiyu vomited non-stop, qingmei was summoned by yan yi, hurriedly took the spittoon in, ning zhiyu supported the spittoon vomiting, the green silk was scattered, and spit out a few mouthfuls of food that had just been eaten.
his face was already ugly, and at this time, there was no blood at all, and he vainly took the jinpa handed by yan yi to wipe the corners of his lips, and the corners of his eyes were red.
yan yi turned his eyes to the dishes on the table: "is there something wrong with this chicken soup?" "
qingmei replied cautiously: "before the chicken soup was served, i tried it with a silver needle, and the slave took a sip of it, and there was no problem." "
yan yu frowned, "then how could ayu suddenly vomit, it had never been before." "
"pass on the doctor."
qingmei was about to go out, and ning zhiyu grabbed the sleeve of yan yi's coat: "no need, xu was gluttonous yesterday, and he was a little uncomfortable when he ate badly." "
"i'm a little tired, so i'll take me to sleep."
yan yi grabbed his hand and smiled, "your appetite is like a bird, and you will even be greedy?" "
ning zhiyu followed with a smile: "hmm. "
yan yi saw that he was indeed fine, and asked qingmei to go out and wait first, without calling the tai doctor for the time being. then he picked up ning zhiyu and walked to the bed, and ning zhiyu hooked yan yi's neck and leaned against his chest.
"ah iris..."
yan yi looked down at him: "huh? "
ning zhiyu: "... nothing, just trying to call you. "
yan yi smiled, gently placed ning zhiyu on the bed, pulled open the quilt to cover him, and said, "when you are tired, go to sleep." "
"hmm." ning zhiyu liked to talk to yan yi before going to bed, but today he was surprisingly quiet, and he responded softly and closed his eyes.
yan yi stayed on the side of the bed until the branch of the moon, saw ning zhiyu breathing steadily, relaxed the action and got up to leave.
the person who should have been asleep behind him opened his eyes, and after the footsteps were far away, ning zhiyu slowly sat up on the bed and called hoarsely.
"ome."
qingmei came in and shortened her body: "what does the empress dowager command?" "
ning zhiyu looked at mu ran, "you go... call dr. zong tai to come. "
the symptoms of this vomiting actually began a few days ago, qingmei was very anxious, saying that she was going to call the doctor to see, ning zhiyu refused, and told her not to tell anyone, saying that she was afraid that yan yi was worried.
qingmei saw that he was finally willing to ask the tai doctor, took ning zhiyu's token and left the palace overnight to invite him to the zonghua mansion.
about two hours passed, qingmei came into the hall with the zong painting carrying the medicine box, and before starting to diagnose the pulse, ning zhiyu retreated all the palace people, leaving only the tai doctor and him in the temple.
zonghua took out the jinpa and spread it on ning zhiyu's wrist and asked, "where is the empress dowager unwell?" "
ning zhiyu: "see greasy... poop and vomiting. "
zonghua made a move, put two fingers on it, concentrated on the diagnosis, and after a few breaths, he bent down and prostrated:
"congratulations to the queen, this is a happy pulse."
"i think it was the birth pill that worked."
ning zhiyu hummed in his head, and when he was full of hot air, he retreated cleanly, and his hands and feet were cold: "happy pulse..."
it's really a happy pulse...
he was pregnant with the demon fetus of the demon lord...
zonghua: "exactly." "
"don't tell anyone." ning zhiyu's eyes were red and his expression was sluggish. "prescribe a secondary fetal drop pill, and it will end up clean... clean. "
zong hua looked up hesitantly: "empress niangniang, the baby in your womb is stable, if the emperor knows, he will certainly be happy, why should he fall?" "
glad?
where does joy come from?
ning zhiyu turned his head to look at him, his face as white as a ghost, and said softly.
"don't ask why... you do. "
"don't tell anyone about this... if it is leaked out, your student is good, and he will not have to survive in the world. "
zong hua's brow tightened slowly, and he hung his head.
"...... be. "
ning zhiyu bowed his head, and qing si covered his cheeks: "you personally go to grab the medicine, the medicine should be thick, boil ten times the amount..." otherwise, it may not be able to fall.
zong hua was puzzled: "empress niangniang, an ordinary fetus, only needs a pair of saffron to fall clean, wear more clothes, and the body is extremely damaged." "
"do as i say."
zonghua prostrated himself, stopped advising, turned and left, and personally went to the tai hospital to grab medicine.
ning zhiyu collapsed on the bed in frustration and curled up, a wisp of black and red smoke rising above his head, condensing into a tall figure on the edge of the bed.
fang cai's conversation, the demon zun listened, and his evil red eyes looked at ning zhiyu's thin back in shock.
"...... have you had a buddha-figure child? "
ning zhiyu treated him as air.
the demon lord clenched his fists and whispered, "you're going to kill him..."
"or else?" ning zhiyu asked softly.
"am i going to leave behind a flower thief's child?"
demon zun pursed his lips and said unwillingly, "that night was you..."
"i'd rather die that night than be touched by a demon." ning zhiyu always spoke softly with him, but it was as cold as a sword condensed into an entity, enough to penetrate the heart and intestines of the ghost.
the person behind him was silent for a long time.
"what's so good about him?"
"he doesn't love you."
ning zhiyu tickled his lips, "that's also a hundred times better than your demon head, a thousand times..."
the demon lord's fingertips sank deep into his palms, his red eyes flickered, and he whispered.
"isn't it the queen's throne?"
"when my flesh is reshaped and the demon clan is revived, i will make you the queen of demons."
"i can just want you alone... this kid..."
"roll." ning zhiyu interrupted him.
the demon lord paused.
ning zhiyu: "don't tell me, you are in love with me." "
demon zun snorted indifferently, "how is it possible, buddha-figures just look at you poorly and want to be responsible for you." "
ning zhiyu's characters were light and clear: "i am not rare. "
"the farther you roll, the happier i am, i wish you were scattered now, i wish you would never be able to live forever..."
"yes."
"yes."
"i'm afraid that's going to disappoint you."
when qingmei came in with the fetal drop pill, the sky outside the window was already dark, and the fetal drop pill made of ten times the amount of saffron looked bright red, like blood.
the demon zun stood aside, and except for ning zhiyu, no one else could see him. he watched as ning zhiyu poured down the pungent bowl of soup medicine drop by drop, and the crimson pupils faintly revealed a bloodthirsty meaning.
when qingmei took the empty bowl and withdrew, ning zhiyu's forehead corner broke out in a cold sweat, obviously the fetal pill had reacted, the child was born and the mother's body was peeled off, the pain was inevitable, but he looked at the handsome face of the demon lord and the evil charm for a long time, and smiled.
"a demon like you, where are the children?"
"you only deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell to suffer from the burning of fire, and your soul is in the world, and it will dirty the air of the world."
the demon lord's throat stirred, as if he wanted to stare out a hole in ning zhiyu's face, but finally he didn't say anything and disappeared into the same place.
ning zhiyu softened his body in pain, and his consciousness quickly became blurred.
......
xu was going to leave tomorrow night, mistle was particularly excited, he was young, and it was normal to be happy with his appearance, and he did not go out at the first time after dinner, staying by the bedside and xuanlong dao.
"apo... tomorrow night will be gone, you can think, where are we going? "
xuan long: "where do you want to go?" "
mistletoe thought for a moment, "let's go to the fox clan to find the elder first, and ask him to see for you what can be done to continue your life." "
xuan long replied, "good. "
mistle was always uneasy about the terrans: "i'm afraid that that person is not kind enough to help us, but has an ulterior motive..."
"i'll protect you." xuan long said seriously.
mistletoe shook xuan long's cold hand and rubbed it painfully, "no, it should be me protecting you and the baby." "
at this time, it was late at night, thinking that yan yi should not come, xuan long was relieved to talk to mistle, his heart was warm, his eyes did not touch his hand, and his brow was slightly twisted: "your hand..."
although mistletoe's body was healed, the broken fingers did not heal, hanging on the ground, and the original beautiful and slender fingers were broken several times, thinking that the bones inside were broken.
mistle threw down the injured hand so that xuan long wouldn't see it, "it's all right, the fox clan elder has a way of healing." "
"when your body is well, we will find a place with good mountains and good water to live in seclusion, and then there will be no mortal dust, okay?" ......"
xuan long: "well, good. "
mistle chatted with him for a while, and seeing xuan long's tired face, he said, "then i'll go out first, you can go to sleep quickly, something is calling me." "
xuan long: "hmm. "
mistle just happened to bump into yan yue when he went out, tonight the little felt did not have to be on duty at night, and there was no one outside the side hall, so no movement came in. one person and one fox were stunned, and yan yi frowned at him.
"didn't he say that you shouldn't enter the temple at will?"
mistle looked cold and stepped aside, ignoring him.
yan yi didn't bother to bother with him, and crossed him into the temple door, and before long, there was the sound of the swaying limbs of the bed and the muffled hum of the man, as if he had deliberately heard it to someone.