Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

, tightly holding the porcelain bottle in his hand.

Since he was beaten and scolded countless times in this palace, he survived among thousands of people, and was selected by Mo Jiujun as the eyeliner who made countless contributions, tears fell out of his eyes.

Clutching this brocade in her chest, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

[Host, what are you doing. 】

Cursing his lips, Chu Jingran said: [Anti-General. 】

An eyeliner that was placed next to Mu Qianqian but belonged 100% to Mo Jiujun. I don't know what kind of surprises it will bring him after the success of the rebellion.

Lu Festival?

Because the delivery was getting closer, Mu Qianqian became more and more irritable. Finally, when she was going out at noon one day, she slipped on an unsteady foot, and she became red on the spot.

The entire harem was in complete chaos because of this simple fall, and all the ladies in the palace were waiting for the latest notification from the Qiluo Palace. As for Mo Jiujun, the imperial study room was not out, and he was handling official duties with peace of mind, as if the one who was about to give birth was not his love. Concubine, but a stranger-like existence.

Although Chu Jingran was usually able to help people diagnose their pulse, he obviously needed to avoid suspicion about things like concubines giving birth in the harem, so he could only wait for the results in the palace 'uneasily'.

The entire Qiluo Palace was filled with Mu Qianqian's cries of pain, and basins of blood stained red were poured out from the inside. The midwife gave people oxytocin while teaching them how to adjust their breathing to squeeze the baby out. Outside the hall is a whole row of imperial doctors waiting, afraid that there is something wrong with the person, so that they can be rescued in time, the whole Qiluo Hall is filled with a condensed atmosphere.

Finally, after nearly an hour of pain, the sound of a baby's cry resounded throughout the Qiluo Hall and throughout the palace.

The midwife, who had already received Mo Jiujun's order, cleaned up the child, and without looking at Mu Qianqian, who was half unconscious on the bed, she turned around and left with the child in her arms.

"Master, he's a prince, a little prince." Wurun rushed back immediately after receiving the news and told Chu Jingran about it.

"How is Shu Zhaoyi?"

"Mother and child are safe."

It wasn't until he heard these words that Chu Jingran was truly relieved. Just at this moment, Eunuch Tang's urgent announcement came from outside the door.

"My lord, the emperor welcomes you."

Imperial study room

The crying sound was extremely loud in the imperial study room, Chu Jingran looked at the crying baby in the midwife's arms whose face was flushed red, and thought that this was Mu Qianqian's child, feeling a little unbearable in his heart.

Mo Jiujun didn't care about the child's life or death at all, so he asked someone to fetch a porcelain bowl and clean water, and started the most primitive method of blood recognition.

After pricking his finger to take his own blood, Mo Jiujun asked the midwife to help take the baby's blood. After the midwife stepped back, Chu Jingran looked nervously at the two drops of blood in the bowl.

Is Mu Qianqian as pure and kind as he remembers, or as poisonous as a snake and scorpion that he has learned from the side recently? At this moment, I can immediately witness.

only……

[You said that if the two of them happened to be of the same blood type, what expression would Mo Jiujun, who killed himself, have? 】

【He has the halo of the protagonist, shouldn't it be such a coincidence. 】

[The protagonist's halo is useful, so he can still be cuckolded? 】

[Uh... One size counts for one size. In such major events, the protagonist's aura is usually very effective. 】

【Yeah? ] Chu Jingran's words were full of unclear meanings.

[Host, what do you... want to do? 】

In the imperial study room, with Chu Jingran's nervousness and Mo Jiujun's winning ticket in his hands, the two drops of blood unexpectedly slowed down!slow!Mutually!melt!up!

115. Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself 18

Blended? !

"This is impossible!!!" For the first time since the recent days, Mo Jiujun, who had been holding the chance of winning, lost his composure for the first time, looking at the two drops of blood that were completely fused together in the porcelain bowl, his eyes were filled with tears. Thousands of shocks.

He has clearly never met Mu Qianqian, why can their blood mix?What the hell is going on here?

Seeing Mo Jiujun's hellish expression beside him, Chu Jingran was filled with a kind of bewildered pride.

My dear, let me popularize modern medical knowledge for you. Except for rare types, human blood types are usually divided into A, B, O, and AB. There are only four types in total. When you recognize your relatives, you should be prepared to kill yourself if you hit your blood type.

As for you, you don't even know that there are only four blood types, and you always thought that there are as many blood types as there are pairs of father, son, mother and daughter in this world, oh, it's none of my business.

Well, now that you have cheated my heart and got into my body, we should find a time to settle it.

"If there is no other matter, Rong Weichen will leave first."

Mo Jiujun, who had been immersed in the shocking world, immediately turned around when he heard this, and saw the coldness in his eyes at a glance, which was a kind of indifference as if he was looking at a stranger.

At this moment, Mo Jiujun only felt that his whole heart seemed to be from his chest.