Ji Qingxue doesn't want to talk to her anymore. If she wants to act, let her play enough here alone.
But Ji Qingling grabbed her ankle: "don't go, did you poison me? Did you want to kill me!"
Ji Qingxue sneered: "if I want to kill you, do you think I still have life to talk to me here?"
Ji Qingxue squatted down to check her situation, but he was pushed away by Ji Qingling: "don't be kind. Who knows if you want to find another chance to harm me and my children!"
Ji Qingling watched blood spill from her legs. She screamed loudly, "child! My child!"
No, No. Don't do this to me, don't hurt my children!
Ji Qingxue wrung her eyebrows and shook her long sleeves. Silk wrapped around her wrist for several times. Her pulse was very disordered, and... In short, I'm afraid the child can't be saved.
Ji Qingling cried. She could feel a part of her body passing quietly, but she could do nothing but watch.
As like as two peas Dutch act, she felt very familiar with this pale sense of pale.
"No, no!"
Ji Qingling's cry attracted everyone. Nangong LAN felt a bad feeling when she fell to the ground with blood all around.
Nangong LAN went straight up to pick up Ji Qingling. Ji Qingling grabbed his skirt: "Nangong LAN, save my child, save my child!"
Ji Qingling was buried in Nangong Lan's chest and cried bitterly. Nangong LAN took her and looked at Ji Qingxue when she left.
It's no secret that there has always been discord between the two. Now Ji Qingling is like this, and Ji Qingxue is the only one present from beginning to end. We will inevitably think more.
The first to react was Emperor Nangong Xuan. He said in a deep voice, "what's the matter with Qingxue?"
Ji Qingxue had a clear conscience and said bluntly, "her fetal Qi has been unstable. Today's result is not unexpected."
"Nonsense! I sent an imperial doctor to take care of Qingling at the prince's residence all the time. If there is anything wrong with the baby, how can I not know."
Ji Qingxue didn't say anything more. Since he said so, it's useless to say anything himself.
Nangong LAN took Ji Qingling into a room and carefully put him on the bed: "Ji Qingling, hold on, I'll call the imperial doctor!"
Ji Qingling screamed incessantly in the room, and Nangong Xuan followed him later. Nangong Xuan hesitated outside. It was his company that choked so hard that he couldn't speak. He was just joking. What did he do so seriously.
Ji Qingxue's mouth is slightly raised. No matter good or bad, they are enough.