After getting Xiao Yiyi's approval, Xi Ying said to Long Lingbei: "I'm a little tired. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Why don't we talk about it at night?"
Hearing this, Long Lingbei nodded a little distressedly: "Ruyu, I'm really sorry. I will never drug you again in the future."
Xi Ying couldn't possibly tell him that this had nothing to do with your drug addiction, so she had to pretend to be serious and close her eyes and nod.
After Long Lingbei left, Xi Ying started eating non-stop.
She remembered seeing a news story before, where a girl lay on the sofa and watched TV while eating snacks all afternoon.
Then he died.
Because Xi Ying had studied why she was strangled to death, she remembered it very clearly.
When people's attention is attracted by another thing, they often eat more food than their stomach can bear.
Then the stomach wall is broken, reaching a state of being stretched to death.
"Xiao Yiyi, can you bring up all the information about Shen He since his birth and show it to me?" Xi Ying asked while waiting for the palace maid to serve the dishes and snacks.
[Host, wait a moment, I'm going to check the permissions.]
[Reporting to the host, Shen He’s information has been received. Should we start playing it now?]
"Um."
So, Xi Ying lay on the imperial concubine's couch with empty eyes.
While "looking" at Shen He's past, she kept stuffing food into her mouth.
As soon as it got dark, Longlingbei came excitedly to find Xi Ying.
There were no lights in the room.
He thought Xi Ying was still awake, so he lit the candle himself.
Turning around, he saw Xi Ying lying on the imperial concubine's couch.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but before the smile was fully expressed, he noticed something was wrong.
The feeling Xi Ying gave him... was a bit strange!
"Ruyu?" Longlingbei called tentatively.
No response.
He lowered his gaze slightly and saw Xi Ying's slightly bulging belly.
muster? abdomen
Looking back at the chest, there is no longer the breathing range of a normal person.
"Ru... jade..."
Long Lingbei rushed forward and threw himself at Xi Ying's side.
The stiff body was filled with cold temperature, but it seemed to burn Long Lingbei's fingertips, causing him to instantly withdraw his hand every time he touched it.
"Why are you..." Long Lingbei knelt beside the imperial concubine's bed, his expression collapsed, his tone was unbelievable, and there were ripples of tears in his black eyes.
"Do you really dislike me that much? Would you rather die than marry me?" Self-deprecating words came from Long Lingbei's mouth, and his voice was slightly choked.
"Chu Ruyu, why? You were the one who provoked me first, so why did you just leave?!" Long Lingbei suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
Tears fell like rain, one drop at a time on the bright yellow dragon robe.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" The little eunuch outside heard Long Lingbei's voice and asked anxiously and concernedly.
The appearance of the little eunuch made Longlingbei's mood calm down a little.
His hazy black eyes gradually regained their clarity, and traces of violent blood red seeped out from the bottom of his eyes.
"Come in." He said coldly.
The little eunuch hurriedly opened the door, only to see the current emperor kneeling beside the imperial concubine's couch.
He turned around hastily, pretending not to see this scene.
"come out."
"Ah?" The little eunuch didn't understand what the emperor meant.
But in the next second, dozens of men in black appeared out of thin air.
"Your Majesty." The men in black lowered their heads and waited for the order.
"Kill all those slaves who cannot protect you well." There was no warmth or tenderness in Long Lingbei's cruel black eyes.