The maid has never seen Shen Linglong look so fierce and stern. In her impression, the master she serves always looks like a gentle and soft-spoken little girl. She feels very talkative just by looking at him.

When I saw Linglong looking like this today, my maidservant was naturally confused.

The maidservant looked flustered, and her heart was filled with fear and panic.

But in the end, she was still worried about Linglong, so she called out again with a panicked voice, and said: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Since it's a happy event, it can be considered a happy event. Master, please don't be angry. Being angry during pregnancy is scary.

You killed the little master in your belly, and also hurt your own body."

The maid finished speaking. When Linglong heard the words, she smiled bitterly in her heart. She opened her eyes and looked at the maid who spoke.

She saw herself reflected in the maid's eyes. She was filled with fear and looked fierce.

As Linglong looked at it, she felt that her heart was full of self-loathing and grievance.

"Happy event? Ha, yes, it's such a huge happy event..." Linglong smiled sadly, but it was a bit more painful than crying.

The more the maid looked, the more panicked she became, and she was very worried.

The movement in the inner room alerted the secret guards waiting outside. Sensing something was wrong, the secret guards immediately broke in, grabbed the imperial physician's maid, and said respectfully: "Girl, take care of yourself, slaves and maids, please leave first." Then they all were taken away.

Pulled it out.

The secret guard led the people back out, and silence returned to the inner room. The expression on Linglong's face was completely calm, and she stared blankly at the silk handkerchief hanging on the ground.

She looked at it with an erratic expression, and she seemed to hear the cry of a child.

If she had never remembered her past life, Linglong would probably be looking forward to the arrival of a child.

After all, she always wanted a child whether she was in Nanyuan or East Palace.

But once she remembered her past life, Shen Linglong was most afraid of getting pregnant.

I was so scared that even in my dream, I could hear the constant cry of the child.

The sound of crying and knocking asked Shen Linglong why she couldn't protect her child.

Yes, she committed suicide and died, fulfilling Qi Zhen's eternal hegemony, and she never felt ashamed of the soldiers and people in Luoyang City. She could not protect her child alone, and she felt ashamed of the little life that came into her belly.

After the maid outside was dragged out by the secret guard, she looked back at the door of the inner room, still worried in her heart.

"Master, what's going on?" she murmured.

The secret guard looked back at the door and felt strange as well.

Since it was a happy pulse, no matter what, it shouldn't be such an extremely sad reaction.

However, after observing Linglong's reaction, the secret guard felt that this child must be the emperor's heir.

She thought that if this child was related to Li Mu, based on Shen Linglong's current treatment of Li Mu, he would probably be happy but not hurt.

Only this child is the emperor's heir and is of the Qi Zhen bloodline that she hates so much right now, so I'm afraid it would make her feel so sad.

With this thought in mind, the secret guard glanced at the imperial physician who was standing aside.

The imperial doctor had just recovered from Linglong's pulse condition, and when he realized it, he remembered Qi Zhen's instructions, and hurriedly said goodbye and said that he had to go back to report to Qi Zhen.

At this time, the military camp was bustling outside, but inside the central military tent, it was extremely quiet.

Qi Zhen, who was sleeping in front of the desk with his forehead propped up and his eyes closed, was filled with tiredness. The frown that had been frowning from waking up to falling asleep revealed all the worries in his heart.

At this moment, only Qi Zhen's trusted eunuchs were waiting in the central military tent.

The eunuch stood quietly aside, occasionally raising his eyes to see his master's frown, and sighed softly, thinking that maybe he had another nightmare.

The eunuch walked very slowly to the incense burner and lit a piece of incense for concentration.

Incense rose in the tent, and the smoke enveloped Qi Zhen's face, hiding his frown.

But it never really allowed Qi Zhen to concentrate.

On the contrary, it made him struggle harder and harder to wake up from the nightmare.

The knot between him and Linglong is the same scene, the same picture.

However, what Linglong was most afraid of hearing in her dream was the constant crying of children.

The most painful thing in Qi Zhen's dream was Shen Linglong's soft call before her death.

She called him one last time before she died, and that extremely light "husband" concentrated all Shen Linglong's last efforts.

No one wants to die wholeheartedly. Perhaps, even if that little girl is so determined, she still hopes in her heart that her husband can protect her and the child in her belly.

But unfortunately, her husband never protected her.

Even, in her eyes, the husband she longs for may not choose to protect her.

Every time Qi Zhen heard that soft call in his dreams, he always regretted it when he dreamed about it at midnight.

In his past life and this life, no matter whether he dealt with people or things, he was only ashamed to deal with Shen Linglong.

Therefore, it should be her who Qi Zhen wants to make amends with most.

After the incense burned out, Qi Zhen raised his eyes and woke up.

The smoke dissipated and the inner room became clear. Qi Zhen opened his eyes and heard Shen Linglong's voice whispering in his ears.

He was stunned for a long time before he really came back to his senses.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from outside the tent door, indicating that the imperial doctor had arrived.

Qi Zhen raised his eyes and saw the imperial doctor looking hurriedly. He had some suspicion in his heart and his fingers trembled unconsciously.

"How's your pulse?" He asked the doctor in a hoarse voice, clenching his palms and suppressing the trembling in his fingertips.

Qi Zhen's throat was abnormally dry. After speaking, he felt dry and painful in his throat.

He raised his hand to take a cup of cold tea on the table and took a sip.

The imperial doctor wiped his sweat secretly. He had known that Qi Zhen did not want Shen Linglong to give birth to an imperial heir, so he knew that this pulse was definitely not good news for Qi Zhen.

No matter what the imperial doctor thought in his heart, his face looked as usual and he answered truthfully.

"Your Majesty, it's your happy pulse." The imperial doctor bowed his head and replied.

As soon as he said this, Qi Zhen dropped the tea in his hand with a bang and fell on his clothes.

Qi Zhen lowered his eyes and looked at the tea stains on his clothes quietly, his mind was in confusion.

The chamberlains and imperial doctors were all in panic, and they all kowtowed to apologize.

Qi Zhen closed his eyes slightly, feeling a surge of emotions in his heart that were difficult to understand.

Happy pulse?

How could it be?

He tried his best and was extremely afraid of repeating the same mistakes in his previous life, so why could he still avoid it?

Qi Zhen opened his eyes and looked down at the imperial physician's chamberlain and others who were kneeling on the ground. His throat was in pain and his voice was extremely dry. He said, "Let Cheng Du guard the army while I leave."

After saying this, he stood up, stepped out of the military tent with a slight stagger, took the horse and rushed to the small courtyard.

When Qi Zhen rushed to the small courtyard, the secret guard and the maid were waiting outside the door.

The courtyard door creaked and someone pushed the door open. The secret guard and the maid looked back and saw Qi Zhen from a distance.

"The girl is inside. It's been very quiet since the imperial doctor left. There hasn't been much movement." The secret guard spoke first to report.

After hearing this, Qi Zhen walked even faster and walked straight to the door of the inner room.

When the secret guard led the people to retreat, they deliberately did not close the door in order to keep an eye on Gu Linglong and for fear that Linglong would cause trouble.

Qi Zhen walked to the door, crossed the threshold and entered the inner room.

A screen was placed in front of the door of the inner room. As soon as Qi Zhen stepped in, he saw the silhouette of the person reflected on the screen.

The figure reflected in the corner below the screen is Shen Linglong

His throat rolled, his palms clenched slightly, and he walked around the screen.

Behind the screen, facing the soft couch, Linglong was leaning on the soft couch, hugging her knees and lowering her head, her chin resting on her knees, her eyes looking at the handkerchief on the ground, without any sparkle in her eyes.

As Qi Zhen looked at it, his eyes felt faintly hot, and his heart ached terribly.

He approached slowly, leaned down and picked up the exquisite handkerchief that had fallen on the ground.

Linglong's gaze followed his hand and raised her eyes to Qi Zhen.

There was water in her eyes, but it fell down the moment she raised her eyes.

Snap.

The sound that was supposed to be as quiet as unheard resounded in Qi Zhen's heart at this moment.

He wondered why he always made her cry.

Qi Zhen raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Linglong's eyes. His throat was sore and he said: "Linglong, don't be afraid."

Just this sentence made Linglong burst into tears.

"Qi Zhen, how can I not be afraid? Do you know how many bloody corpses there are under Luoyang City? Do you know how painful it is to cut out the bones and flesh with swords, guns, swords and halberds? You know that in my dream I heard the cry of the child, and I felt something in my heart.

How much does it hurt? Tell me, how can I not be afraid?" Linglong cried blood in every sentence, and was filled with worry and fear.
To be continued...