It's said to be a stone, but it's not a stone. Mo Han specially gave it to Ling Mulao on the day she traveled through it. It was said that when she was about to travel through, she could put the Shenyu Spirit Stone into the depression of the stone to activate the exit and send her back.

Biting her silver teeth tightly, Ling Mulao looked at the lines on her chest. According to her estimation, the onset of the life-threatening poison this time should be half a year, and it has been four months now.

There are still 2 months left, what should she do, go back or stay?

"Master, are you awake?" Qinghua stood in front of the curtain, anxious.

Ling Mulao usually got up very early, but for some reason this morning, she looked at the door several times and still found no movement.

"Wait a minute~" Ling Mulao immediately put away his thoughts, then changed into a clean long dress and added a pink mink fur coat on top, and then said: "Come in."

"Master, you are finally awake." Qinghua looked anxious.

Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"It's all my fault that Qinghua forgot to remind me. According to the rules of the palace, the master should go to pay respects to the Queen today, but Qinghua saw that you were sleeping all the time and didn't dare to disturb you." As he said this, Qinghua had already picked up the horn comb and tied Ling Mulao's long hair into a bun.

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"You should go back, just say I'm not feeling well and can't go~" Ling Mulao sat in front of the bronze mirror and was thoughtful. Hearing what Qinghua said, he just said something distractedly.

The hand that was helping Ling Mulao put on the earrings paused slightly. Qinghua hesitated slightly, "Master, this is the first day..."

"I never say hello to anyone!" Ling Mulao frowned and his voice suddenly turned cold.

Ling Mulao did not have a deep study of ancient history, but he hated the concubine's daily greetings to the Queen Mother and other etiquette. It was just artificial.

Qinghua bit her lip and placed the comb on the carved cabinet in front of the bronze mirror, "Qinghua will ask someone to take the message."

The days spent by Ling Mulao's side were neither long nor short, but Qinghua knew that once she spoke in such a tone, she truly didn't like her, and no one, including the emperor, could move away from her.

Opening the curtain, Qinghua walked out to explain a few words, then walked in and said: "Master, I have asked Xiao Fuzi to take the message. The breakfast in the palace has been prepared, isn't it..."

"Well, I am indeed hungry!" Ling Mulao looked at his slightly pale face, then pursed his lips and slowly stood up to prepare to go out for dinner.

There is still more than a month left, whether it is death or return, there are still about 50 days, 1,200 hours, and 72,000 minutes. She should not be worried now, but should cherish the time together.

"Master, are you walking on the Kuishui River?" Qinghua was folding the quilt when he suddenly saw a pool of scarlet blood on the bed and couldn't help asking with some embarrassment.

Ling Mulao frowned and looked over subconsciously, "I didn't...hiss~"

Turning around suddenly, Ling Mulao suddenly felt a surge of pain in his abdomen. However, this pain was not the distended pain of menstruation, but a kind of aching, tearing pain.

His face turned pale, and Ling Mulao felt his whole body go cold, and a little liquid was flowing down his legs from his lower body, making it wet and warm.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" When Qinghua saw this, he was so frightened that he panicked.

Holding Qinghua's shoulder with one hand, Ling Mulao's vision began to blur. He looked at the overlapping figures and said weakly: "Help me to the bed."
Chapter completed!