The emperor and Ma Qingyue were almost in a stalemate in the room, and Ma Qingyue bit herself to death and never gave medicine.

"Emperor, please go in and take a look. Guiren Hui has been crying all the time. He has been bleeding heavily. He can't be sad like this anymore. It's easy to hurt his body."

The doctor Wen, who had just discovered the abortion pill, returned and told the emperor about the situation in the bedroom.

The emperor rushed into the bedroom before he even finished listening, and kept shouting: "Qingying! Qingying! Qingying, are you okay?"

The emperor actually smelled the bloody smell that came to his face as soon as he walked into the bedroom. He frowned and looked at the figure on the bed.

At this time, Concubine Hui was still lying on the bed, with her legs bent, and the palace maid kept taking out the veil from Concubine Hui's lower body and changing it to the veil. Each veil was stained with bright red blood.

"Your Majesty...where are you?"

Concubine Hui looked up at the top of the tent and shouted weakly at the emperor.

When the emperor heard this voice, his heart was broken into several petals.

He took two or three steps to the bed, and the emperor bent down and met Qingying's face.

At this time, Qingying's entire face lost its blood color, and her neck turned pale.

"What's going on! Why is the face so bad! What about the imperial doctor!"

When the emperor saw the Qingying, he almost felt withered, and there was no trace of vitality in his eyes, and he was so anxious that he shouted to the imperial physician.

Doctor Wen hurried over and said, "I am here."

"Why is Qingying's face so pale? What's the matter? Have you taken the medicine?"

"When I go back to the emperor, I have used medicine, but Miss Qingying lost too much blood due to miscarriage, so her face disappeared."

The emperor then turned his head and leaned in Qingying's ear affectionately and coaxed: "Qingying, don't be sad, keep your body well first, I will definitely make the decision for you."

Concubine Hui coughed a few times, slowly turned her head and looked at the emperor's eyes and sighed: "Master, I only want my own children, I only want my children.

But my child is gone! What should I do if I am alive? If my child can live, I am willing to die for him!

The emperor felt as uncomfortable as a knife squeezing his words."

He had snuggled up with Guiren Hui in the moon more than once, thinking about what their children would look like.

If he was a prince, riding a horse, shooting archery, playing chess and writing poems, he would definitely be the same as him. If he was a princess, gentle, pure, beautiful and generous, he would definitely be the same as the Qingying.

But now, all expectations are more like salt on the wound, repeatedly reminding them that one of the children died, "Qingying, stop crying, if you hurt the foundation like this, there will be children in the future!"

The emperor saw Qingying lying on the bed with him on his back, and he seemed to have not heard a word of his words and immersed in his own world.

The emperor thought of Ma Qingyue, who was still next door, and "bring people here to me."

Ma Qingyue was dragged by several guards with his arms. At this time, Ma Qingyue was exhausted and his eyes lost their spirits.

"I asked you one last time. If you still don't ask, I will send you to Dali Temple."

Ma Qingyue couldn't believe that the emperor was going to send her to Dali Temple to await trial. She obviously did nothing, but was just helping the empress dowager...

By the way, the Queen Mother!
Chapter completed!