Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

Yongguo, Zhenbei Wangfu.

In the elegant yet luxurious inner room, the government doctor shook his head, cupped his hands and sighed: "Princess, your headache is caused by the blood clots in your brain that have not dissipated, and the blood clots have clotted and pressed, and your life may be in danger. To cure it, you must There is a Plum Blossom Needle. It is a pity that the unique skill has been lost for a long time."

Yue Beiyi's headache subsided a little, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and raised his pale lips reluctantly, "So, how long do I have to live?"

"At most three years, at least one year." The doctor twisted his beard and shook his head slightly, showing a hint of sympathy.

Hearing this, Yue Bei caressed her still flat abdomen under the loose skirt, her gaze turned firm, at least one year is enough.

"Don't tell the prince, I will find a time to tell him."

Five days later was Ling Shaochen's promise to make up the prosperous wedding for him, and Yue Beiyi decided to tell him the good news of becoming a father on that day.

Asking the government doctor to step back, she leaned against the bed with a sad look in her eyes...

"Bei Yi."

A deep and laughing voice came, followed by a handsome man who walked in, carrying a bloody aura from the experience of the battlefield.

Yue Bei was shocked, jumped out of bed and ran towards him, said with a coquettish smile, "Brother Chen, I..."

But when he saw the woman who came in later, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Sister, what kind of expression is this? I'm so surprised that I still don't recognize my sister?" Yue Zhitong smiled softly.

She was also wearing a pure white filial dress, which was so out of place with the beaming Zhenbei Palace everywhere.

Yue Beiyi's smiling face suddenly turned cold, and he took a step back with guarded eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Ling Shaochen had expected that Yue Bei would be unhappy for a while, so he took her hand and shook it, and said, "Prince Xiang has passed away, Tong'er...your sister doesn't want to be a widow, and wants to find a place to live, and then think about going Finally... why are your hands so cold? Your complexion is also a little bad..."

"Then why didn't she go back to Shangshufu, but came to you?" Yue Bei pulled out her hand and put it behind her back, not wanting Ling Shaochen to notice her strangeness.

In Ling Shaochen's eyes, he was throwing a child's temper.

He smiled helplessly, "Your sister said she hasn't seen you for three years, and she misses you very much. Besides, don't you want her to attend our wedding?"

Yue Bei looked at Yue Zhitong coldly, thinking of someone very much, that's hard to say.

Three years ago, both Ling Shaochen's father and brother died in battle, and the Ling family fell into disrepair. Yue Zhitong disregarded his childhood sweetheart and marriage contract, and begged Yue Beiyi to exchange sedan chairs with him, and married him to Prince Xiang's Mansion.

Now, she has the cheek to turn around and look for Ling Shaochen.

And Ling Shaochen, still thinking about the old relationship, wanted to take her in!

"Sister, I am a widow, an ominous person, and I really have no face to go back to my mother's house." Yue Zhitong burst into tears and sobbed, "If you mind, then... my lord, find a nunnery for me, and I will lose my hair immediately. Buddha, pray for you and your sister."

That's what she said, but she looked at Ling Shaochen with an undisguised shyness and timidity.

Ling Shaochen frowned slightly, "Bei Yi, I know what you're thinking. Those are all in the past, and now I'm happy with you."

"Since you know, can you accept me and find another place for my sister, I don't want her to live here."

The sky is big and the earth is big, where can Yue Zhitong not settle down?

For some reason, Yue Bei felt more and more uneasy in her heart.

Ling Shaochen finally ran out of patience, flicked his sleeves, and then spoke with a slight reprimand: "Unreasonable! This king has already made a decision."

After that, he turned around and walked out.

Yue Zhitong gave Yue Bei a smug smile and followed closely.

Yue Bei instinctively chased after him, but at this time he had another headache, and the throbbing pain became more and more severe.

She covered her head, staggered and knelt on the ground, couldn't stop trembling and murmured: "Brother Chen, do you still have a place for her in your heart..."