"Empress." The last Rongxiang also stood up. Now he is nearly thirty years old. Because he has been in the army for many years and has experienced in the army, his aura is completely different from that of literati like Ronglu and Li Yaoguang.
With a kind of fierceness unique to soldiers.
He has also made many military exploits over the years. Rong Xiang originally had the opportunity to be promoted to General Wei Qian half a year ago, but unfortunately he was implicated by his family. Not only did he lose the opportunity for promotion, he was also imprisoned. Although he was released now, the court
However, he has never been assigned any errands. As for the original errands, he has been taken over by others, so he has been idle at home these days, waiting for arrangements from the officials.
"Do you also want to plead for her?" Ling Ruo asked sadly, her indifferent expression making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.
Rong Xiang was always famous for his fierceness and bravery in the army, but in front of Ling Ruo, he was like a child, without a trace of bravery. He touched the back of his head and said with a naive smile: "I'm really not used to calling you empress. I'm more comfortable with sister."
His call of sister made Ling Ruo lose consciousness for a moment. When he came back to his senses, most of the coldness in his eyes had disappeared, and he said softly: "There are no outsiders here, so you should just call me sister as before.
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"Yes." Rong Xiang agreed happily, and then said seriously: "Sister, to be honest, I don't want to plead for Yilan at all, and I even hate her from the bottom of my heart. If she wasn't greedy for vanity and ruthless, what could happen?
It will get to this point today! But..."
He glanced at Fucha who was weeping secretly with a complex look and continued: "Ama and E Niang are both old. They have broken their hearts for our children in the past decades, and now, what we can repay is to let them
Spend your old age happily, sister, are you right?"
Ling Ruo remained silent, Rong Xiang said that she didn't know it, but the knot in her heart could not be opened by just opening it. She had already forgiven Yilan, but it was really difficult to forgive.
Ling Zhu and his wife looked at Ling Ruo nervously. Now that they had persuaded everything they could and could not persuade, it was up to Ling Ruo. Rong Xiang was right, the palms of the hands were flesh, and the backs of the hands were also flesh. They really didn't want to
I saw that Ling Ruo and Yilan were strangers to each other and had not been in contact with each other since age and death.
Just when Ling Ruoshang was thinking about it, Yilan, who had been kowtowing, suddenly fell to the ground, covering her stomach with her hands and making a painful shenying sound.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Li Yaoguang was startled by this sudden turn of events. He quickly stepped forward to pick up Yilan. He saw that her face was pale and twisted, and cold sweat was pouring out from her forehead and sticking to her forehead.
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"It hurts! My stomach hurts!" Yilan struggled to say these words. In fact, when she was kowtowing just now, Yilan already felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, but because the fetal force was always stable, she didn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, the pain became severe all of a sudden. The pain was as if the flesh was being ripped out of her body, making even breathing extremely painful for her.
This sudden change left everyone at a loss as to what to do. Ling Ruo was the first to come to her senses and guessed that she had contracted the fetus due to kowtow, so she immediately ordered Shui Xiu to send the imperial doctor to her.
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"How many months pregnant is she?" Ling Ruo ordered someone to move out the imperial concubine's couch, and asked Li Yaoguang to carry Yilan to the couch to make her more comfortable.
"It's been nine months. I saw the doctor before and said that the delivery date is almost this month." Li Yaoguang replied. While talking, his eyes never left Yilan and he held his hand tightly.
Yilan's pregnancy was not large. Ling Ruo originally thought that she was only seven or eight months pregnant, but she didn't expect that she was about to give birth. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frowned, "I'm confused. Since I know that she is bulky, she shouldn't be heavy.
Why didn't you stop her just now, instead of accompanying her to make mischief?"
Before Li Yaoguang opened his mouth, Yilan, who was sweating in pain, tried her best to say: "It's not... it's none of my husband's... business, it's my... my own fault!"
"It's so hard for you to lie down and don't talk now." Seeing that her face was twisted in pain but she still managed to speak, Ling Ruo immediately scolded her angrily.
The pain came one after another, and Yilan felt like a small boat in the ocean, which could be submerged in the turbulent waves at any time.
The word death suddenly appeared in Yilan's mind. They said that giving birth is a gate that women must pass through. Many women went to the underworld because they could not pass this gate.
Now, is she about to die? Oh, yes, she has done so many wrong things, God is very merciful to accept her now, but her sister has not forgiven her yet...
Thinking of this, Yilan opened her heavy eyelids with force and weakly said to Ling Ruo who was standing not far away: "Sister...can you forgive me? This way I can feel at ease even if I die."
Ling Ruo suppressed the worries in her heart and said with an indifferent expression: "Whether you die or not is your business, and whether you are safe or not is your business. What does it have to do with me? Why should I forgive you?!"
"Sister...do you really hate me?" Yilan's eyes were full of despair. She didn't expect it to reach this point, and her sister still refused to forgive her.
Ling Ruo didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yilan's dress gradually changing color. The bright and dazzling scarlet color was slowly dyeing the entire dress red, but Yilan's face was in stark contrast to this scarlet color.
In contrast, it was as pale as paper, as if it would turn into scraps of paper and shatter with just the slightest touch. My heart panicked for no reason at this moment, could Yilan really... die?
No, it won't happen. It is said that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. Yilan has done so many wrong things and bad things, how could her life be so short-lived?
Ling Ruo kept comforting herself in her heart, but the panic was still growing and couldn't be stopped at all. Where is the imperial doctor? Why hasn't the imperial doctor come yet? She looked anxiously outside the door, but it was quiet outside, and the imperial doctor never appeared.
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"It's so cold, husband, I'm so cold!" Yilan shivered suddenly, and the trickle of blood flowing out of her body took away the temperature in her body bit by bit, making her whole body feel cold.
"I'm here. You'll be fine. Yilan, you'll be fine. We still have to watch our children be born and grow up, then get married and have children. You must hold on, you must hold on!" Li Yaoguang had already seen it.
He was more afraid of Yilan's blood than anyone else. He hugged Yilan tightly, fearing that Yilan would leave him if he let go.
It was not easy for him and Yilan to reach this point, and he even persuaded his mother that as long as Yilan gave birth to a boy, he would take her back to live with her and become the wife of the Li family.
He never expected that something like this would happen. Alas, if he had known this, he would have stopped Yilan at any time, but now it is too late. He can only hope that Yilanji can survive this disaster.
Mrs. Fucha was crying beside her, and the others were also frowning. At this moment, the only thing they could do was to wait for the imperial doctor to come.