Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

Yue Beiyi was crying frantically, screaming desperately, leave quickly, take Tan'er away quickly!

She was desperate and angry, and hated God's injustice, and even God stood by Yue Zhitong's side, making her three years of hard work a mirror image.

In the end, he ended up unaccompanied.

But in the past two decades, my heart is already old and tired, as if I have spent most of my life.

Why are you still here, what do you want to see clearly?

Maybe what she wants is to give up completely.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Yue Bei thought about it, and then she would cross the River of Forgetfulness, step on Naihe, walk through Huangquan Road and never look back, and finally drink Mengpo soup, and the memories of her previous life will disappear.

He and Ling Shaochen, in heaven and earth, will never see each other again.

Suddenly, everything around him dissipated, Yue Beiyi's body sank and fell to the ground.

Slowly opened the heavy eyelids, but there was a yell in the ear: "Wake up, finally wake up! Go tell the prince..."

Unexpectedly, he is still alive!

Yue Bei smiled sadly, a tear from the corner of her eye slipped over the tattoo on her cheek and flowed into her temple.

She dreamed that she had a nightmare, why did she wake up, and she was still in a nightmare.

"I'm not dead..." Yue Beiyi whispered.

Blinking, eyes are still dark.

"Miss Wan, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights!" The little servant girl helped her up and babbled, "That day you bled all over the bed, it was scary! Thank goodness you came back to life!"

It was effortless for her to lift up Miss Wan by herself. Miss Wan's body was light and thin, as thin as paper, and her face was too pale. If she hadn't spoken, she would have looked like a paper dummy.

Another servant girl held a bowl of porridge graciously, and coaxed cautiously: "Miss Wan, this is pork liver porridge, which nourishes the blood. Drink some first, to pad your stomach."

The prince actually passed out that day, and everyone reassessed the weight of Miss Wan in Zhenbei Wang's heart.

It is always right to respect first.

As soon as Yue Bei leaned against the bed, she slowly clenched her hands, but couldn't clenched into fists.

After trying a few times, he loosened softly, never felt so weak.

The familiar throbbing pain in my head started again, like many needles being pricked, and cold sweat drenched my whole body instantly.

"Miss Wan, this is Jun Lan Xuan, the prince's study is next door. The prince will come to see you soon..."

These words were like stabbing a hornet's nest, Yue Beiyi screamed: "I don't want to see him! All I want is my child... Where is my child? Give me my child back..."

"Your child fell and was stillborn..."

One servant girl blurted out her heart, but was pulled by the other, and growled, "Shut up!"

This girl Wan is quite pitiful. I heard that she is the concubine's concubine younger sister, but the two sisters live very differently.

Although it was rumored in the mansion that Yue Bei never obeyed women's morals and repeatedly cheated on foreign men, but the servant girl felt that she was not that kind of woman.

With trembling hands, he caressed his abdomen, the familiar bulge was gone, only his heart was as flat as stagnant water.

As soon as Yue Bei couldn't breathe, an unstoppable cold air surged up from her heart, flowing to her limbs and bones. Why is it so cold?It's nothing more than a real death.

This Zhenbei Palace is colder than the Underworld.

The splitting headache was even worse, Yue Bei couldn't help but slammed into the bedpost, mutilating herself with a "bang bang bang", trying to cover one kind of pain with another, but it was useless at all, her body and mind were broken, and the only way to die was to die. be quiet.

"Why am I not dead yet? Ah—"

Yue Beiyi has been looking forward to Tan'er's birth, and also hopes that she can live one more day and be with him one more day.

But now, even if her life is not long, she doesn't want to live anymore!

An extra moment of life is an extra moment of suffering. My heart is like being cut off and thrown to the ground to be trampled on. The pain is so painful that I want to suffocate, but I hang on for a breath, lingering on my last breath.