Although the bone-piercing cold and bone-piercing pain kept pounding Nan Yan's heart, she never fell into a coma. Instead, she opened her eyes wide, looking at the dilapidated curtain above her head, and being caught by the lightning flashing outside from time to time. The light illuminates.
Her face was paler than that cold white light.
After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly twitched unconsciously, and her body trembled, as if the last bit of warmth had been pulled away from her body.
There was a sigh in his ear.
She turned her head slowly, and saw Doctor Wang from the imperial hospital shaking his head gently with a sad expression on his face, while the two little eunuchs standing behind him were holding a basin of water in each hand.
Inside, it's all red.
blood red!
Nan Yan trembled again, her lips trembled, and she said softly, "Where is my, my, my child?"
Doctor Wang glanced at her, but dared not speak.
Nan Yan's heart became even colder, as if she had fallen into an abyss in an instant, she was so weak that she couldn't even breathe, she could only keep asking silently: "Where is my child? Where is my child?"
Ran Xiaoyu sat on the head of the bed.
Her eyes were red, and there were even tears, but she couldn't cry out, she just held Nan Yan's hand: "Niang Niang..."
Nan Yan looked up at her: "Xiaoyu, where is my child?"
"..."
"You tell me, my child is fine, my child is still there."
"..."
"You tell me!"
Ran Xiaoyu couldn't speak, but tears welled up again in her dry eye sockets, almost falling down.
She was originally holding Nan Yan's hand, but at this moment, she bent down and simply hugged her into her arms.
But can't speak.
Nan Yan seemed to have understood something.
She looked desperately at Ran Xiaoyu's distressed eyes, and slowly stretched her trembling hands towards her lower abdomen. Although it was too late for her to feel a life being conceived, but now, the life left , but it is so clear.
Her child is gone.
This child, before he even had time to be born, looked at the world, looked at the father, mother and concubine who were looking forward to his birth, and left just like that.
And she can't do anything.
He didn't even protect the child when he needed it most!
Finally couldn't help it, hot tears, with the last bit of temperature in her body, cried out.
Why
Why is this happening
This child is what she and Zhu Feng look forward to so much, counting the days on their fingers every day, hoping that he will be born, so that the relationship between him and her can be more complete, and the regrets of the past can be made up for.
But why, is this the ending
While crying, she shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "I don't want to, I don't want to be like this, my child... I don't want to..."
Just then, with a bang, the door was pushed open.
Nan Yan raised her head, her eyes were full of tears, making her completely unable to see the figure that appeared at the door after a flash of lightning, but the people in the room, especially the Taiyuan hospital who just stood up from the bed with a sigh Wang Baizhi suddenly turned pale.
Everyone knelt down facing the door.
"Emperor... Emperor..."
Everyone was so frightened that no one could speak clearly.
Heavy rain, still pouring down.
The smell of raw and cold rainwater poured into this bloody room all of a sudden, making the already cold atmosphere a little bit heavier, and when that tall figure walked in, everyone seemed to have fallen into the bloody room. Like an ice cave, his whole body was so cold that he didn't dare to move.
Everyone knelt down and knocked their heads on the ground again and again.
"Emperor... Your Majesty, Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Wang Baizhi finally spoke out.
And Nan Yan's tears dripped from her eyes all of a sudden, and she finally saw the person in front of her clearly.
That tall, familiar figure walked in from the outside, his body was already drenched by the rain, and his body also exuded an invisible, beast-like aura that made people feel frightened.
Wang Baizhi and the others didn't even dare to raise their heads.
He walked in step by step, leaving wet footprints one after another. Although he knew it was rainwater, it gave people the illusion that every step was bloodstained.
He said in a deep voice, "Everyone go out."
"..."
Hearing these words, everyone hurriedly got up from the ground and escaped from the room as if fleeing for their lives. Outside the door, there were even figures swaying. Some people were looking in, but no one dared to approach.
He walked all the way to the bed.
In the room, only the two of them were left.
The heavy rain outside was even crazier, and there was an illusion that the world was about to be overthrown.
But the two people facing each other in the room were so quiet, as if they had stopped breathing.
Nan Yan leaned against the bed, her face was as pale as paper, and there were still tears on her face, but at this moment, she was only sobbing, looking at Zhu Feng standing in front of her eyes, looking at the pair of eyes so dark that there was no light, Not to mention eyes with no warmth.
"The emperor..."
She called him.
The voice was also wet, whether it was tears or the rain that drenched her whole body.
"The emperor..."
She called him, and slowly stretched out her hand, trying to grab his hand.
The hand hanging by his side was dripping rain drop by drop. Before he could hold it, he felt as cold as a piece of ice.
But even so, even though both of them were cold, Nan Yan still wanted to hold his hand.
Only he can give himself warmth.
Only he can comfort himself.
She looked at him in distress, he was a little far away from her, so she had to straighten up and stretch her hand with all her strength to catch it, although at this moment, she was so tired that she would pass out at any time, but she still bit him. Gritting her teeth, she reached out to him.
"Your Majesty, I—"
Just when she was halfway through her words and her fingertips were almost touching his fingertips, Zhu Feng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly withdrew his hand.
Nan Yan's fingers felt a gust of cold wind.
She froze in place.
"The emperor..."
"Where's my child?"
In the pitch-black night, a dry, low voice sounded, as if it came from a bottomless abyss.
As for Nan Yan, when she heard it, she felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.
She clenched her teeth in pain and could only look up at him.
"Where's my child?"
He spoke again.
But this sentence is colder than just now.
It turned out that it was not an illusion to feel the ice-like temperature on his hand just now.
Nan Yan raised her head, and tears fell silently, making her already pale and thin face even more haggard. She was trembling, but she was still reaching out to him: "Your Majesty."
At this moment, Zhu Feng took another step forward.
His face was as pale as paper, intact, and there was not a single wound on his body, but his eyes were clearly covered with scars, as if he didn't know the pain, and he didn't even have any emotions.
He just lowered his head and looked at Nanyan coldly.
"What about me and your kids?"