Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 90
The room was very dark, and the attendant held the eight-treasure glazed lantern.

The room suddenly brightened up, and his sadness alone in the corner seemed to be illuminated.

He got up and walked to the case, and wrote on the ink spreader: "A little bit of plantain is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the past. I want to sleep and show the old books. The small characters of the mandarin ducks, I still remember my hands. It’s half blurry. The cold rain on the quiet window and the lonely lamp. How can you still have love when you’ve exhausted all your love?” I wrote down the words in one go, but it’s weak, and I muttered repeatedly, “Is there still any love when I’ve exhausted all my love?”

Thunder, gusts of wind and torrential rain roared like ghosts outside, as if thousands of silver beads were beating and rattling on the eaves, a blinding white light instantly made the tent as white as day, followed by the shocking thunder His eardrums buzzed.

Murong Jin just stood by Qingqing's side, as if he had been married for many years.

It was the third watch, and the rain had stopped.

The night sky outside the long carved window is as black as ink, and a crescent moon hangs shallowly in the west, shining brightly with stars.

Qingqing suddenly murmured: "Water...I want...drink water" Although the words were not clear, the words fell firmly into Murong Jin's ears.

Murong Jin personally scooped it up with a spoon and put it into Qingqing's mouth. Although a lot still flowed down from the corner of his mouth, he could still swallow some of it.

His hand touched her face inadvertently, but he found that it was hot.

He hurriedly asked his attendants to find the imperial physician, who came in to ask for pulse, after a while, frowned slightly, and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty suddenly has a high fever, this is extremely bad, but now I don't know whether the fever is caused by wound inflammation or toxin. Weichen prescribes a few antipyretic decoctions first." He hurriedly sat down in front of the desk, spread out the paper and ink, and quickly wrote out the prescription, and then handed it to the little eunuch who accompanied him to grab the medicine and decoct it.

Murong Jin looked at the bloodless Qingqing, at this moment, a little maid came in with a copper basin and soaked a cold towel, and put it on Qingqing's forehead.

The imperial doctor said again, "My lord, pardon me for speaking bluntly, the fetus is extremely unstable in the current state of the empress, and the baby in her womb may not be safe. It all depends on God's will."

Murong Jin let out a long sigh, her chest seemed to be blocked by a huge boulder, if she hadn't been pregnant with her own child, wouldn't she have come to this palace and suffered such a catastrophe?
(End of this chapter)