Xiang Ziyu turned back to the carriage after taking the medicine. Recently, Huarong's mood became more and more unstable, and he was prone to panic from time to time, so Xiang Ziyu didn't dare to leave for too long.
When he entered, Huarong had stabilized a lot, and the genius doctor was packing the medicine box, his hands and feet were very nimble, as if he was fleeing from a disaster. I'm afraid that Hua Rong will grab him again and ask something, and accidentally miss something.
Xiang Ziyu can understand this kind of mood, not only the genius doctor, but also himself has an urgent idea of ??escaping, suffocating to death, and has to blurt out several times, but he looks at Huarong's injured eyes. Nothing can be said.
"How's it going?" Xiang Ziyu asked as usual.
The miracle doctor pulled the strap on his shoulders, "Everything is fine."
Xiang Ziyu said "um", and waved his hand to let the genius doctor leave.
Hua Lu watched Xiang Ziyu come back and the miracle doctor left again, so she didn't want to disturb her, so she took the initiative to find an excuse to leave.
"How is it? What's uncomfortable?" Xiang Ziyu rubbed Huarong's shoulders to make her relax.
Huarong, who slowly calmed down, smiled, "No. The child is fine." As she spoke, she touched her swollen belly, "Butthat dream"
Xiang Ziyu looked at Huarong and was about to bring up this tormenting topic again, so he interrupted first, "It's okay, you were just scared. It's okayit's okay."
Xiang Ziyu held Huarong in his arms, patted her shoulder lightly, and muttered softly, comforting a frightened child.
Huarong lay in Xiang Ziyu's arms, feeling his warmth, her uneasy heart gradually calmed down, she felt drowsy for a while, and gradually immersed in sleep.
This sleep was peaceful, it was the most peaceful sleep these days, and I didn't wake up until I arrived at the temple.
"Are you awake?" Xiang Ziyu rubbed his forehead when he saw Huarong open his eyes and immediately became refreshed.
Huarong said "hmm", and slowly got up from Xiang Ziyu's body, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
When Huarong woke up, Xiang Ziyu gritted his teeth and moved his numb shoulders. The bursts of soreness almost made Xiang Ziyu cry out, but seeing Huarong's sleepy look, he still asked: " How about sleeping again?"
"Here?" Huarong lifted the curtain of the car to look out, looked at the familiar Nanshan Temple, and shook her head, "No. Let's get out of the car."
"Well, be careful." Xiang Ziyu went down first, then stood beside the carriage and took Huarong's hand to let her down. These things are not at ease for others to do Xiang Ziyu.
Huarong held Xiang Ziyu's hand and slowly entered the temple. Hearing the emperor's presence, the monks, big and small, had already gathered outside the temple and waited.
After a simple salute and pleasantries, the host of the temple led Xiang Ziyu, Hua Rong and others into the temple to pay respects to the Buddha.
After paying homage to the Buddha, the host made a calculation for the prince in Huarong's belly. After a long and anxious wait, the calculated result made Huarong feel more at ease.
The restlessness and gloom in the body were swept away with the peace hexagram calculated by the host, and the whole person became visibly relaxed, and there was a smile on his face.
"Huainan, why didn't you see Shuya?" Huarong looked around.
Xiang Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, "Thatwhat, Deshun!"
"The slave is here!"
"Go ask the princess."
"Hey."
After Xiang Ziyu gave his orders, he turned his head and smiled dotingly at Huarong, "I'll be here in a while."
Huarong smiled and said "hmm", and raised her eyes to see the little monk passing by, "Little monk"
"Huh?" Xiang Ziyu looked along Huarong, and there was a crowd of monks standing there, and he didn't know which one Huarong was talking about. "Which one?"
"That's the one." Huarong pointed out, "It's the one who said that the child is not a dragon and a phoenix in the pool."
Xiang Ziyu glanced at it blankly, but didn't recognize which one it was, so he responded casually, "Yes."
"You wait here for Shuya. I have something to ask him in the past." Huarong said.
"Okay." Xiang Ziyu said, "Let Hua Lu accompany you."
"Yeah." Hua Rong waved to Hua Lu, and walked slowly with her arm around her.
"Miss, it's that little monk!" Hua Lu saw it at a glance, and excitedly said to Huarong.
"Well." Hua Rong said, "Go to him and ask him. Although the host said it, I still feel a little uneasy. Listen to him, maybe it will be better."
Because the little monk said a lot of inexplicable things to Huarong, so mysterious that Huarong believed him a little bit, so now that he saw it, he naturally had to go over and ask.
"Master." Huarong called out.
The little monk immediately saluted and said: "The poor monk will see Concubine Rong."
"You don't need to be too polite." Hua Rong said with a smile, "I came to see Master today because I want Master to help Bengong see if Bengong's child is okay?"
The little monk responded, looked up at Huarong, with a complicated look in his eyes, and secretly sighed, what should come will always come, and no one can avoid it.
"Your Majesty's child" The little monk paused slightly, and said in a word, "Although he is nervous, he is extraordinary."
Huarong frowned, a little confused, "Master, what does this mean? Uneasy? What uneasy? Could it be"
The word "poisoning" suddenly appeared in Huarong's mind, and she was indeed a little nervous.
I was a little irritable for a moment, gritted my teeth, and asked again: "That kid" Can he be healthy?
Before Huarong finished asking, the little monk seemed to have guessed and interrupted her, "Don't worry, empress, this is a doomed fate, it can be overcome."
"Kedu" Huarong muttered, and she felt a little more at ease when she mentioned it.
"Thank you, Master." Huarong was full of gratitude, but she didn't ask any more questions. After all, some things are not good to ask more.
The little monk smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are welcome."
Huarong consulted the little monk, and was about to turn back when Xiang Shuya was also invited, with a face full of indifference and alienation, seeing Xiang Ziyu did not have any emotional changes, but Shi Shiran saluted, "Your Majesty."
Xiang Ziyu was a little stunned when he saw Xiang Shuya, dressed in coarse cloth, his indifferent expression seemed to be different from another world, clearly the person in front of him was still the person in front of him, but he was no longer the person he used to be. become strange, become alienated, and Xiang Shuya in memory also becomes blurred.
"You" Xiang Ziyu spoke awkwardly, not knowing what to ask, why did you become a monk? what about your father etc.
"Tu Shan is dead."
Xiang Shuya spoke suddenly, answering all Xiang Ziyu's questions, as if giving an answer to all doubts.
Tu Shan is dead, the person she loves the most is dead, all the right and wrong are no longer important, everything is not important anymore.
Xiang Ziyu was stunned, a little dazed, what? ! what did she say? ! Tu Shan is dead!
Although he already knew about this, he was still shocked when Xiang Shuya said it, as if hearing it for the first time.
"What did General Zhou say?" Xiang Ziyu asked affirmatively.
Xiang Shuya nodded, "I asked."
Xiang Ziyu let out a "huh".
"Does he know Huarong? Tu Shan, Hua Yu" Xiang Shuya asked suddenly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com