Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

"Princess, take your medicine!"

Xiao Ling helped Yue Beiyi who was in pain and dripping cold sweat, and handed over the painkiller left by the doctor.

"I will not eat……"

The medicine is three-point poisonous, and Yue Bei is afraid that it will affect the fetus in the womb.

"Princess, your body is very important!" Xiao Ling wiped his tears, really feeling sorry for the concubine who endured so hard every time.

Yue Bei waved her hand, "Go and see, what is the prince doing now?"

After a while, Xiaoling came back and told Yue Beiyi that the prince was in the study, and Yue Zhitong was placed in the guest courtyard.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Yue Bei applied some rouge again and again to cover up her pale face, and headed towards the study.

Ling Shaochen was also agitated, he didn't notice the official document for a long time, and he was angry that Yue Bei didn't trust him.

"Princess, you are here..."

Hearing the movement outside the door, Ling Shaochen's mouth curled into a smile.

The door slowly opened from the outside: "Brother Chen..."

"Huh?" Ling Shaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

I thought Yue Beiyi was here to give in, but unexpectedly she asked herself persistently: "I want to ask, how long do you plan to keep my sister?"

Ling Shaochen's heart sank, he tossed the official document, and growled, "Are you finished? Is this king so unworthy of your trust?"

Yue Bei was taken aback, how long had it been since Ling Shaochen got angry at him?

The last time was three years ago, when he lifted his hijab, he found that the bride was not the one he thought.

As soon as Yue Bei suppressed the bitterness in her heart, she said softly: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that my sister and I are a little embarrassed in terms of our identities and residences, and I don't want to..."

"When did you become so aggressive? Didn't you never care about the gossip of outsiders?" Ling Shaochen's brows and eyes were completely cold.

As soon as Yue Bei clenched her fist, she gradually felt a rush of blood in her chest. She found that Ling Shaochen seemed to be very impatient as long as Yue Zhitong was involved.

As soon as Yue Bei endured the bitterness, she softened her tone: "Brother Chen, you just answer me this time, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt the smell of rust rising in her throat, and she quickly covered it with the sleeve of her robe, her eyes showing anticipation.

At this moment, there was a coughing sound outside the door, accompanied by the voice of the guard "Princess Xiang", Yue Zhitong pushed the door softly and entered.

"Shaochen, stop arguing about my sister and me, Tong'er can't bear it."

Yue Beiyi's eyes were reddened by this intimate name, "Sister, he is your brother-in-law!"

Yue Zhitong flinched, and changed his words pitifully: "My lord, send me away..."

Before she finished speaking, she showed a distressed expression and coughed a few times.

The handkerchief in his hand fell off, and a smear of blood red appeared on it!

"I..." Yue Zhitong closed his eyes and fell backwards.

As soon as Yue Bei was stunned by this turn of events, the man beside him also turned pale with fright, rushed over like a gust of wind, embraced Yue Zhitong in his arms, and hugged him horizontally.

"Do you have to be so unreasonable? Even if Tong'er is dying of illness, you still want to make trouble for no reason?"

The disappointment and impatience in Ling Shaochen's eyes made Yue Bei panic. At this moment, she ignored it and wanted to tell Ling Shaochen everything.

"No, brother Chen, in fact, I'm also sick, very serious..."

"Enough! Except for this matter, I can promise you anything." Ling Shaochen really didn't like Yue Bei's naive trick of pretending to be sick.

Yue Bei's eyes turned red, and he endured the severe pain in his chest and said stubbornly: "Besides this, I have nothing else to ask for."

But Ling Shaochen's answer was to stride away with Yue Zhitong in his arms.

Xiao Ling who was waiting outside ran in, and said angrily beside Yue Beiyi: "Princess, Xiao Ling saw outside just now, when Princess Xiang took out the handkerchief, it was covered with red... "

Yue Bei stared blankly at the dots of blood stained on the sleeve robe, and smiled miserably. At this moment, she recognized a reality.

"For some people, what is in the heart is what is in the heart. It doesn't matter whether the illness is true or not. The moon on the bottom of the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart...how, what?"

Ling Shaochen may be her seabed moon, which has never really been held in her hands.

Yue Beiyi had to admit that he never got the complete Ling Shaochen.