Abandoned Concubine: Kidnapping a Cute Baby to Break Out Into the World

A pair of black lacquer decoction was poured, and Wen Ruoruo seemed to swallow Huang Lian, all the suffering could only be sustained by himself, but he could not tell anyone. She lay silently on the bed, waiting for the moment to arrive.

Just when she seemed to be asleep, her stomach twitched and she hurt, and she couldn't help moaning. Meier, who was waiting outside the door, heard the painful voice and hurried in, but saw her cold sweat and quickly took a handkerchief to wipe her carefully.

"Mrs. Concubine Wen, the slave-servant calls for someone to come." She panicked a little, her master and son rarely got sick, and the situation now looks very bad.

"No need, just prepare some hot water for me, and tell the kitchen a few days to simmer more tonic soup." Wen Ruoruo evenly breathed and explained.

When Meier saw her willing to eat, she rejoiced in her heart and turned to go out to prepare. Wen Ruoruo drank half a cup of hot tea, and his stomach felt painful, and suddenly felt a sticky and moist feeling between his legs, and the painful hands grabbed the bedding under him. After a while, the whole person couldn't even sit down and fell down.

At the moment when her consciousness was awake, her tears couldn't help but drip down. At such a difficult time, she was empty.

The bedding was already wet with dark red blood, and the room smelled of blood. If Wen Ruo struggled to change his blood-stained clothes, he rolled up the bedding on the bed. These were naturally no longer usable, and only Meier thought about how to deal with them. Either take it out and discard it quietly, or simply burn it clean.

She barely supported herself to clean herself up, and called Meier in.

"Miss Wenfei, what's wrong with you?" Meier was frightened by her look.

"Nothing, you go to the kitchen to get me some hot soup and hot food, and it will get better soon." If Wen Ruo had no experience in production, it was only at this time that she was very weak and urgently needed to compensate for her physical strength.

Meier felt that the air in the room was really dirty, so she went to the window and tried to open the window, but Liu Xinmei stopped it in time. This is just her production. If she is exposed to the wind, she can't adjust things well in her life.

"Just put some soothing incense in the incense burner." Wen Ruoruo ordered, alas, to this day, she handled all these matters by herself. For a spoiled young lady, it was really hard for her.

Mingmeier threw the changed clothes and bedding into the unused compartment, and hung a large lock firmly on the door. Right now her body matters, and these things are handled slowly.

Meier only looked at it, and she was so scared that she changed her face. Is this the mistress of her family? How can such an important matter not be reported to the prince?

"Miss Wen Fei, this, this, don't you need to notify the prince?" Meier asked carefully.

Wen Ruoruo waved his hand weakly: "Don't say anything, if you know the others, what kind of curse I have in the background? Quietly, my child and I have always lost some fate."

Meier nodded silently, not to mention other people, even the concubine's right to his master's hand was already staring at him, and the lady Li, not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the Ruyan Pavilion, always followed them. If you do n’t deal with it here, you wo n’t be sympathetic if you get the news. It's just that I'm suffering from the master, and one person bears all the pain and grievances, even the one who says a few words about cold and hot.

"Mrs. Concubine Wen is so rested, the slave-servant will bring you soup." Meier's eyes were a little wet. No wonder Dr. Li came over. It turned out that the mother-in-law knew that the child could not be kept.

"Well." Wen Ruoruo nodded weakly.

Meier hurried away and hurried back, holding a spoonful of spoonful to feed Wen Ruoruo. The kitchen prepares bird's nest porridge. This is for blood and qi. There are also fat chickens simmered on the stove.

"Don't be sad, as long as you can conceive this baby, there will always be opportunities in the future. Maybe next time you will have a white and fat boy, no one will dare to laugh at you." Meier saw that she had no appetite, and relieved her by speaking with ease.

Next time? Wen Ruoru's face was pale, there would never be another time. This was the first and last time, and she was unacceptable for coming and going. Everything happened too fast, as if fleeting.

Before her belly swelled up happily, the child turned into a pool of blood. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. There was nothing wrong with her body, and she was finally reared, but she never had such a chance again. If Murong Yifei didn't leave suddenly and never return that night, if he didn't sleep alone that night, and if Wen Bin pushed her away decisively, everything would be different! With capital in her stomach, what else could she not plan? Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world, there is only one result that she is not willing to accept.

She hates, hates Murong Yifei and Wen Bin, and hates her heart too much. If it wasn't for her haste, things would definitely not be where they are today. She prays to God to worship Buddha every day. Did n’t the Bodhisattva hear her prayer?

"Mer, let's take it!" She couldn't swallow anything in her mouth, and her heart was pumping. It was uncomfortable as if someone had taken the heart off. It was empty, and there was no dependence.

"Yes." Meier didn't dare to say much, and looked at Wen Ruoruo worriedly. The shock came too suddenly, and she didn't know how to comfort her master. The hope that I have been looking forward to for many years has just failed, and I can't bear anyone.

It's like the flowers and plants you care for, which only have green leaves, and the beautiful flowers are easily opened, but they are a lie, and they leave nothing at the end.

"Mrs. Wen Fei, coming to Japan, we will look forward to it." Meier had no choice but to put her hopes in the future, leaving Qingshan not afraid that there would be no firewood. As expected, this group of Fangjus will be lively by then, and her close-knit girl also has a face.

It's just that she didn't know that this was all her wishful thinking. Qunfangju had no future, and the days would be hard for her now. The prince no longer leaves them a retreat, but who can blame? It was Wen Ruoruo who did the wrong thing. In this matter, she thought that she would fool it over the sky. Who would have thought of killing a snow kite halfway through the road, everything had passed.