The rebirth of the poisonous concubine is charming and sweet

Chapter 777 She Was Actually Pregnant

Jiang Shu's body shook, and he smiled at Qi Guogong: "Father, don't be joking. Luo Luo told me before that the fortune teller said that she will not only live a long life, but also have many children and grandchildren."

With that said, he pushed Duke Qi away to continue walking out.

Princess Pingning's eyes were red: "Shu'er, what your father said is true, Su Luo is really dead!"

Her voice was choked up badly, and when she said that dead word, she couldn't bear to cover her lips with a handkerchief.

The double image in front of Jiang Shu's eyes became even more severe.

He shouted: "That's enough, aren't you just afraid that I will save people regardless of my own health? Bring food!"

Xing'er quickly brought up the porridge that she had prepared earlier.

The porridge has been kept warm on the stove, and the pot is changed every two hours.

Xing'er handed it over: "My son, be careful, it's a little..."

Before the hot words were finished, the man poured the bowl of porridge into his mouth in one breath.

It's so hot, but he doesn't seem to feel it at all, looking at Xing'er worried and sad.

The man handed the bowl back to Xing'er, looked at Duke Qi and Princess Ning with some expectation in his eyes, and asked again: "Father, mother, I promise you, even if you are looking for Luo Luo, you will take good care of yourself. Now, can you let me go?"

Qi Guogong understood.

In fact, he already knew it in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit the result, hoping to hear a different answer from his own mouth.

Can……

He couldn't give another answer.

Qi Guogong has been on the battlefield for many years, fighting countless times, but he has never been so powerless as he is at this moment.

His lips moved several times, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder, and he couldn't utter a word.

Tsing Yi couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

When she cried, the others couldn't help it, and the low sobs were endless.

Tsing Yi pulled Jiang Yang out and rushed out, knelt down in front of Jiang Shu, the two of them held a dagger in each hand, and said in unison: "Your Majesty, it is because of us that Young Madam died. Today we will give The young lady will be buried with you!"

After finishing speaking, the two raised their daggers and stabbed them in the chest in unison.

Duke Qi found his own voice at this time, and angrily reprimanded: "Nonsense!"

One on each side of his left and right hands, splitting the two of them.

Tsing Yi kowtowed in front of Jiang Shu again: "My son, it's all the servant's fault, it's all the servant's fault, my son, Miss, she is really, really gone..."

Jiang Shu stared at her coldly without saying a word.

If time could be turned back, Tsing Yi would choose to drink the queen's poisoned wine and die of poison instead of taking the antidote.

If she died early, then everything would be over.

Her young lady would not be in danger to save her.

Her young lady must be alive and well.

Her life belonged to the young lady, and it was only natural to die for her, but now the young lady was made to die for herself.

Duke Qi's voice was also very hoarse: "Shu'er, I know this news is unbearable for you, but in order to protect you, your grandmother knelt in the heavy rain outside Prince Rui's mansion for a whole night, and now she is seriously ill and her personnel affairs are unknown. Even if it's for her, you have to be strong."

Mentioning the old lady, Jiang Shu's eyes flickered.

In addition to the coldness, there is a trace of warmth overflowing.

He looked around the crowd again, only now did he realize that all the servants were wearing plain clothes, and Princess Pingning and Duke Qi had plain linen on their sleeves.

Jiang Shu's lips opened and opened again, like a fish thrown on the shore out of water.

Even if he tried his best to breathe, he still couldn't escape the fate of death.

After a long time, everyone heard him whisper: "Where is she, I'm going to check!"

The voice was ethereal, as if the thinnest layer of cloud, even the smallest breeze, could blow it away.

Jiang Fei stepped forward, trying to support him, but was refused.

Jiang Shu followed Qi Guogong to the mourning hall.

Large expanses of white hurt her eyes.

Jiang Yingying, Jiang Ye, and some juniors from Duke Qi's mansion knelt in the mourning hall, their eyes were all red and swollen.

The second and third wives were also in front of the coffin. Both of them were wearing very clean clothes and makeup, with white gauze on their arms, and they were burning paper money, and they also had sad expressions on their faces.

When Su Luo first entered the mansion last year, she was reckless and unforgiving, and no one in the whole house protected her except the old lady.

But in just over a year, she conquered these people with her own charm.

Jiang Shu's feet were like mountains of knives and sea of ​​fire at the moment. Every time he took a step, he felt his whole body tense, and his heart shrank into a ball tightly.

Feel like you can't breathe.

From the door to the mourning hall, he was drenched in cold sweat after walking a short distance of a few feet.

Jiang Fei tried to help several times, but was rejected by the man.

This is the way to meet her, how can you cowardly let others help you.

He is her man, he is her reliance.

If he can't even stand up on his own, then who can she rely on!
I don't know how long it took, but this short but extremely long road finally came to an end.

It was evening at this moment, and the sky was full of sunset glow, like splashing red paint on an extremely pure light blue cloth, it was shockingly beautiful.

It forms a sharp contrast with the black and white colors in the mourning hall.

It was gorgeous and hot outside, but solemn and cold inside the mourning hall.

Worried about the corruption of the corpse, several ice basins were placed in the opened coffin.

Inside the coffin, there is a dazzling white cloth.

Under the white cloth, the outline of a human body can be vaguely seen.

Jiang Shu stretched out his hand and slowly lowered it, his hand had already pinched a corner of the white cloth.

The thin layer of cloth was so heavy at this moment, his hands were shaking so badly that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it off.

He knew he was afraid.

I am afraid that under the white cloth is really Su Luo's face.

If that's the case, wouldn't he be thrown into the [-]th floor of hell, and he will never be able to recover in this life.

He didn't want to reveal it.

He doesn't want to face it!
Every inch of his body is resisting, crazily resisting!
Jiang Ye stood aside, looking at his brother in such pain, tears were shed, and the boy in the voice-changing period said in a unique male voice: "Brother, I'll help you!"

As he spoke, he lifted the white cloth with a bang, and couldn't bear to turn his head away.

The moment the cloth was lifted, Jiang Shu suddenly closed his eyes.

Jiang Ye pushed him: "Brother, I've already uncovered it, look! Sister-in-law looks a bit miserable, you have to be mentally prepared!"

This time, Jiang Shu had to watch it if he didn't.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bloody face.

Although it has been carefully cleaned, the face is so rotten that it can no longer see its original appearance.

Jiang Shu heaved a sigh of relief, and the huge boulder on his body was removed: "This can't be Luo Luo..."

Qi Guogong couldn't bear it, but he still said: "It's her. We found an embroidered shoe beside her, which matched the one we brought back. Besides, look at the bracelet on her hand, and look at the little shoe on her arm. scar……"

He said this, glanced at Princess Pingning, and signaled to her to say the most important thing next.

Princess Pingning licked her lips: "Moreover, the person in this coffin is also pregnant!"

(End of this chapter)