At this time, Hu Yanzhuo with an innocent face hurried over from outside. When he saw Mu Qingxiao sleeping, he felt heartbroken for a while. Mother, "Fan'er promised before that he would protect my mother well. Yes."
Fan'er is not good"
Xiao Fan'er's voice contained a hint of crying and self-blame. Mu Qingxiao felt grateful. Perhaps, this woman was happier than herself.
"Mu Qingxiao, do you really think you can cover your ears and steal the bell?" A voice sounded in the heart of Mu Qingxiao, who was in a coma. This voice did not belong to Hu Yanzhuo or Fan'er.
Mu Qingxiao had a look of panic on her face. This voice was so familiar. She had heard it before.
In front of him, there was a bloody scene. In the scene, he was holding a formed baby in his hands and singing a lullaby alone. The tune was extremely sad.
A bad premonition arose spontaneously in Mu Qingxiao's heart. Is it really impossible to save the child of brother Jing and I? I don't want it. God, please don't be so cruel to me. I want me and Jing.
brother's child
"You are so stupid." The man holding the child looked at Mu Qingxiao scolding, "Do you think you have forgotten what happened before?"
"I'm just too naive, not stupid. I believe that Brother Jing will give me happiness. Is this wrong?"
"I remember everything that happened to me before." Mu Qingxiao looked coldly at the woman holding the stillborn child. The child in her hands was still dripping with blood, but she was indifferent.
The woman waved to Qing Xiao and said softly, "Come here, come here and take a look."
Mu Qingxiao looked at the woman warily, fearing that she might use some sinister trick, but she walked closer step by step. The child's eyebrows looked very much like Brother Jing. What a handsome boy, yet so deadly.
It's such a pity
"You feel it's a pity now?" That woman seemed to understand Qing Xiao's thoughts and teased her to the point. He is your and Li Jing's son.
Mu Qingxiao subconsciously covered her abdomen, "Liar, my child is still in my belly. You lie, you big liar, my child is still in my belly."
The woman suddenly threw the child into the air, and Mu Qingxiao rushed to pick it up, but she elicited an inexplicable smile.
Qingxiao, look into his eyes, he will tell you everything
"Mu Qingxiao thought to herself, it's just a stillbirth, what does he know? Just watch."
She stared closely into the child's eyes, and suddenly, a set of pictures appeared
In the palace of Prince Jing, there was singing and dancing. Li Jingzheng hugged his beloved confidant Shi Qing'er and talked happily over wine, smiling and saying, "Prince Jing, I heard that the princess is pregnant, why don't you go and see her?"
Shi Qing'er seemed unintentional, but still said gently, and a glass of wine was handed to Li Jing's lips.
"Shi Qing'er, today we only talk about romance and nothing else." Li Jing drank with a smile, a drop left on the corner of his lips, Shi Qing'er's, stretched out his dexterous tongue, and sucked it all, ambiguously and like a spring wave.
Shi Qing'er chuckled, walked slowly to the center of the stage, stroked a guqin, and played "Feng Qinghuang", his eyes evasive.
"Prince Jing, I, Shi Qing'er, will be the one who gave birth to you in this life, and will be your ghost in death."
Mu Qingxiao desperately held her heart. There was a belief in that place, and the scene suddenly changed.
In Princess Jing's room, Li Jing held a bowl of concoction in his hand and walked towards himself in the picture step by step. His belly was already slightly conspicuous.
