Lock Xin

The light-colored bed curtains were slightly tilted aside, and a ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on the bed sheet, which was extremely bright and dazzling, and a corner of the thin quilt hung down.

The person on the bed was lying flat on the inside of the bed slightly sideways, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Yeluning's, but with a touch of feminine beauty, his eyebrows were slender, his nose bridge was straight, his red lips were extremely thin, slightly pursed, and his handsome face was a little pale , there was a faint icy chill.

Yeluhong moved his fingertips slightly, slowly raised and caressed the bulge between the thin quilts, and Dai's eyebrows could not help but tightly frowned, as if feeling a little uncomfortable.

Standing beside the table was a dark figure, tall and straight, with a very ordinary face, with a hint of heroism in his eyebrows and eyes.He turned slightly sideways and walked softly to the side of the bed, staring at the sleeping face of the person on the bed, he slowly raised his hand as if wanting to caress Yeluhong's cheek, but in the end he dropped it, caressing it on the side of the thin quilt It caught Yeluhong's fingertips on the outside.

His gentle eyes slid down and landed on the bulge on the quilt, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and there was a warm smile on his face. His plain face seemed to have a bit of beauty, which was very attractive.

An Meng looked a little obsessed, sat on the edge of the bed unconsciously, slowly bent down and pressed his side face against the thin quilt, his blue eyes were full of cherishment.

Yeluhong opened his eyes, he looked at the approaching face in the distance, he felt angry, and shouted sharply, "What are you doing, get out."

"I'm sorry, it's my subordinate's fault. I beg the lord to punish you." An Meng seemed to be awakened from a dream, his face was full of frustration, he got up and knelt on the ground, his eyes were still reluctantly looking at the quilt, and he lowered his head slowly. head.The arms under the sleeves were covered with scars, and the white gauze leaked a hint of bright red.

"Can punishment make you remember?" Yeluhong reprimanded, he got up slowly and felt a little congested in his chest, he raised his hand and rubbed it, if Nian hadn't been following Anmeng for many years, now there is a shortage of manpower around him, he would have So he sent someone to execute An Meng.

An Meng knocked his forehead on the cold ground, slightly parted his lips but did not dare to say a word.

"Did someone catch it?" Yeluhong said coldly, without looking at the person kneeling on the ground.

"My subordinate was careless at the moment, I didn't expect him to be able to martial arts, so he escaped from the encirclement." An Meng caressed his painful chest, and his white palms were bright red. He knew that this person was extremely important, but he didn't Thinking of that person's handsome face and thin body, and his martial arts are so strong, even though he tried his best to fight with his life, he still couldn't leave that person behind.

"You have been trained for more than [-] years since you were a child, but you can't even catch a single person. What's the use of keeping you." Yeluhong's face was full of anger, and he raised his palm and slammed the person in front of him.

Anmeng didn't dare to dodge for half a minute, and forcibly suffered [-]% of the internal force. He pressed the ground hard to support his shaking body, his face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Get out of here." Yeluhong roared heavily, his icy blue eyes were slightly abrupt.

"Can't you hear me?" Yeluhong looked at the person still kneeling in front of him, the anger in his heart became even worse, he raised his foot and kicked Anmeng's shoulder.

An Meng fell to the ground, the blood gushing out of his mouth, splashing on the ground, the stars and spots were like falling plum petals, extremely desolate.

"Your subordinate will leave." An Meng slowly got up and walked towards the closed door step by step, his steps were extremely difficult, he raised his hand to press the wound on his left chest, his eyes were full of pain.

Yeluhong lifted the quilt and stepped towards the ground. Unexpectedly, the child in his belly kicked him hard, and he suddenly fell on the bed, stroking his abdomen vigorously.

Yeluhong frowned, his fingertips tightly touched the clothes on his stomach, he tried to hold his breath to endure the abdominal pain, but unexpectedly the kicking in his stomach became more violent, he couldn't help biting his lower lip hard, his waist pressed tightly on the bed.

"Be quiet for me." Yeluhong pointed at the protruding abdomen with his fingertips, and threatened in a loud voice, his handsome face was slightly distorted, his smooth forehead was covered with dense sweat, and the hair between his temples was sticky. On the cheeks, the pale and colorless lips were already bright red.

"Did you hear that?" Yeluhong glared fiercely, and couldn't help pressing down on his abdomen with his fingertips, but the pain in his abdomen became more and more intense, as if spreading to the bottom of his heart.

Yeluhong panted heavily, he raised his palm and hit the slightly trembling top of his abdomen.

"My lord, don't do it." An Meng rushed forward and grabbed Yeluhong's fingertips forcefully. He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to the child if he was a step late and hit his abdomen with that palm.

An Meng's face was full of bitterness, he knew that the prince loathed him, and he didn't even want to conceive his child, but the child in the prince's womb also had the blood of the prince, and the prince could already move after several months of labor, so how could it I can bear to remove it.

"Let go." Yeluhong struggled with all his strength, even ignoring the torn wounds on Anmeng's body.

"My lord, the doctor said that you have a special constitution and cannot easily kill the child. If the child falls, your body will be severely injured and it may be difficult to recover." The dark and fierce voice trembled slightly. Fortunately, the lord's body is special, otherwise he would not have the chance to see him. until the child is born.And the child in the prince's womb is noble, he is just a lowly secret guard, how could he expect to hold the baby with his own hands.But as long as he knows that the child is alive and well, he will be satisfied.

Yeluhong let go of his hands slowly, and the sternness in his eyes gradually faded away. If it wasn't for his imminent event and his body must not make any mistakes, he would never be able to leave the shame in his belly.

"You tell him to be quiet." Yeluhong seemed to want to turn over and press down on his abdomen, resisting the severe pain.

"Okay, my lord, don't be impatient, this subordinate will calm down the little prince." Seeing that Yeluhong softened his strength, Anmeng opened his mouth and said quickly. He opened his arms and embraced Yeluhong into his arms, and stroked the bulge with his fingertips. Belly, rubbing gently.

"He is not a young son, my son will be born by the princess." Yeluhong said through gritted teeth, he wished he could get rid of the child in his womb right now.

Looking at Yeluhong's cold face secretly, his heart seemed to be numb with pain, but he still felt a trace of pain. The bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth slowly on his clothes, and he raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood stains between his lips. .Their children are nothing if they are not princes. Does the prince even hate babies so much?An Meng can let the prince beat and scold him at will, but he doesn't want the prince to add hatred to the immature life in his belly.

After secretly comforting him for a long time, he still didn't see any sign of the skin under his palms calming down. Seeing Yeluhong's impatient expression, he took out the porcelain bottle in his arms, poured out a pill and fed it into Yeluhong's mouth.

Yeluhong swallowed the pill swallowing his nausea, with a strong smell of medicine in his mouth, he couldn't help covering his chest with one hand and leaned over to retch.

"My lord, my subordinates will send someone to call the doctor over to take a look at you." An Meng supported Yeluhong to lie down on the bed slowly. He looked at Yeluhong's pale face and felt distressed. He took out the white veil in his arms and gently Wiping the sweat off Yeluhong's face.

"No need." Yeluhong said coldly, it was meaningless for those quack doctors to come here, he had taken too many decoctions, but he still couldn't stop the fetal movement.

"Are you still in pain?" An Meng lightly stroked Yeluhong's abdomen, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Yeluhong raised his hand and knocked off Anmeng's arm, supported the edge of the bed and sat up slowly, but the child in his womb was making noise just now, and his body was already exhausted.Yeluhong reached out to grab the coat beside him, but just as his fingertips touched the sleeve, his arm dropped down.

"My lord, let me help you rest for a while." An Meng said warmly, his face was full of worry, he really couldn't bear to watch Yeluhong endure the pain and continue to work at his desk.

"You talk too much, don't think I won't dare to kill you because you've stayed with me for so many years." Yeluhong gave Anmeng a cold look.

"Yes." An Meng lowered his head, a chill seeped into his heart little by little, the prince kept him by his side only because he was useful, and when his martial arts were completely abolished, the prince would never keep him again.However, he was seriously injured, and his old illnesses broke out frequently, and his broken body could last for a few days.He only hoped to see the child's birth with his own eyes, and to see the immature face of the child from afar, he would be willing to die.

"I'll help you get dressed." Seeing that Yeluhong didn't refuse him, Anmeng picked up the coat on the side and put it on Yeluhong, bending over to tie the shirt.

"Girdle me." Yeluhong threw the white cloth beside the bed in front of Anmeng, and ordered in a cold voice.

"You just moved your tires, so you can't corset your belly anymore." An Meng looked at the determination on Yeluhong's face and begged.Even if the child is fine, it will still hurt Yeluhong's body.

"Why not, are you worried about hurting the child? It's so good. If the child dies, I don't have to suffer like this anymore." Yeluhong said angrily, his eyes looking at his abdomen showed no emotion.

"Is that why you don't want your child to be born?" An Meng said slowly, his voice faintly weak, and his body couldn't help leaning back, leaning against the railing.

Yeluhong took the white cloth around his waist and tightened his hands tightly.

"My lord, you can't do this." An Meng looked at Yeluhong's flat stomach, and rushed over to hold Yeluhong's fingertips.

"Get out of here." Yeluhong's shoulder and elbow hit Anmeng's left chest forcefully.

An Meng fell to the ground, his face was gray and white, the deep wound on his chest was cracked, and blood flowed down, staining the dark clothes red.

"What are you still doing here?" Yeluhong looked at the people on the ground, feeling more and more upset, he raised his foot and kicked Anmeng's body.

"Subordinate, leave now." An Meng looked at the pool of blood under his body, with a slightly sad face, he supported the table to barely support his body, and walked towards the door step by step, blood dripped all over the floor.

"Take care of your body." An Meng turned slightly to see the indifferent back in the room, his feet slipped and his body fell heavily, he raised his fingertips lightly, his eyes seemed to have a trace of unwillingness, but they closed slowly.

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