Wu Yin turned around and said with a blush when he saw this scene. Yang Jian smiled and pulled her up. As soon as he moved, she felt a heat flow coming out from below. She suddenly froze there, her hands and feet were cold and her face was snow-white. Yang Jian was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Gala stopped breathing, looked at him, and opened her mouth to find that her throat was dry and she couldn't say a word. "Don't feel comfortable?" Gala nodded tremblingly and shook her head, her eyes turned red in an instant. Hua Shang noticed that it was not good and hurried forward. Gala hurriedly grabbed her hand and cried, "Hua Shang, take me in." "Where do you go?" She knew what Gala meant as soon as she finished speaking, and hurriedly took her into the inner room.

Yang Jian followed him to the door, frowned at the closed door and then suddenly realized, breathing a sigh of relief, the next moment he was surprised that he had sweated a little at any time. Even if he was facing a great enemy, he was panicked. But Gala's one-month period made him lose his sense of measure.

He couldn't help but lower his head and laughed at himself. But Hua Shang waved everyone away and took off Gala's trousers. The two of them softened their legs as soon as they saw the blood on it. "Husband, ma'am?" Hua Shang was the first to come back to his senses: "It's not that you are pregnant, but that you have menstruation?" How could he shed so much blood if you were pregnant? Gala sat on the Gongguan, his whole body was cold.

But his little hand was tightly covered his abdomen and stared at the dirty pants. The underpants had been wet with blood for a long time, but there was no turbidity coming down. Gala calmly wiped away the filth under his body with a cloth, and inserted it until the blood came out before sitting down with trembling holding his lower abdomen. "Madam..." Hua Shang hesitated to help her.

Gala suddenly pushed her hand away. "Madam, it's not a child." Hua Shang couldn't bear it, but she still spoke. Gala suddenly raised her head and glared at her fiercely, trembling with the corner of her mouth, and shouted loudly: "How could it be not!" But how should the dirty pants be explained?

Gala was stunned for a long time and gradually fell down. Hua Shang hurried over to help her up. "Hua Shang, child, child..." "The child will have it in the future." "No--" She shook her head vigorously, climbed on her, trying to absorb the last trace of support: "Hua Shang, you don't know, I'm definitely pregnant!" Why don't she know that she is a mother?

She was looking forward to this child and finally came, but why did God take him away so cruelly? No, it was impossible. Hua Shang was afraid that she would lose her heart. "Call someone to invite Sun Simiao back quickly." Garo said anxiously, and he had already stood up and moved out step by step. Yang Jian was at the door.

The door opened from the inside to the outside, and Gala stood in front of him, holding his lower abdomen in pain: "Go and call Sun Simiao back."

Yang Jian was stunned and his eyes moved to her calves. There was still blood on his calves that were not cleaned. He hurriedly untied his robe and hugged her, walked towards the inner hall couch, shouting as he walked: "Call the miracle doctor here!" Zhang Cang and Zhou Zhang were guarding the door and rushed out at the same time when he heard this.

Gala lay in his arms and didn't dare to move. It seemed that as long as she said a word, the child would be gone if she sneezes. A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Yang Jian's eyes, and he continued to maintain this state of mind waiting for Sun Simiao to come. The night is approaching.

The candlestick illuminated the darkness of the palace. Gala fell asleep in his arms exhausted, his face turned from white to red, and it looked very beautiful. Yang Jian couldn't help but lean over to kiss her forehead, but as soon as he got close, he was burned by the amazing temperature on her forehead. "Gala, Gala." He whispered to wake her up.

She frowned in her dream, but couldn't break free from the dream. Zhang Cang wiped his sweat, hurriedly walked into the hall, and knelt down with a thud: "King of Sui!" Yang Jian looked out: "Where is Sun Simiao?" "Not found!" Yang Jian was furious and kicked him hard on the shoulder.

Gala was trapped by nightmare on the couch, and Hua Shang hugged her. Yang Jian hesitated for a while and said to her: "Precaution the Princess Sui, I will come when I go." "King of Sui, where are you going?" Hua Shang was anxious. "Sun Simiao." He went to the cloak and called the personal guards to step out of the main hall in three or two steps. He could only hear a sound of horse hooves outside the door, and a clattering sound rang out. Thunder and lightning flashed around, and the strong wind blew in from outside, blowing the curtains away.

Soon the heavy rain poured down, mixed with thunder. The strong wind and heavy rain rushed in from the door and the window. Hua Shang shouted, "Hurry, close the door, close the window!" Garo coughed quietly and continued, but he didn't wake up from the nightmare, and then touched his forehead so hot.

Hua Shang was very afraid that she would bleed again, but fortunately she did not bleed again. Does the lady really have children? Hua Shang didn't know, but she really hoped that God could be kind enough to give his wife a son. The horse sounded and dad broke through the silver stairs, and the palace people in the Sui Palace were startled one after another.

Seeing a team of silver-white armor rushing out of the hall gate like lightning, a lightning bolt fell down, where could you see people? The palace maid who served Sun Simiao said that Mr. Mo had gone to Zhoujiashan area, as if he was looking for some extremely precious medicinal herbs. He had been there for five or six days and thought he would be able to return soon.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian tied up the man and took him to find Sun Simiao. Zhoujiashan set off from the Sui Palace and it would take at least two hours to whip the horse. The wind and rain were heavy, and the mountain road was rugged and winding, which was very difficult to walk. Someone wanted to make a suggestion, but Yang Jian knocked off the horse with a whip.

The group ran towards Zhoujia Mountain without saying a word. Sun Simiao was tidying up his luggage in an inn at the foot of the mountain to prepare for his return journey tomorrow. He was leisurely and relaxed and enjoying tea and watching the country singer sing. Although the singer was gentle and charming, she was not beautiful, but a kind of charm was free on her temples.

He was thinking about redeeming the singer with the shop, but he heard a noise outside the door and someone circling. Yao Tong hurried out to interrogate. He only heard that a pair of people came to the store next door looking for someone. Yao Tong went back to the house to report truthfully. Sun Simiao was already lying on the singer's legs and slowly teasing: "What big thing can happen? Can the Zhongwang Lei Ting make a move and still make a rebel?"

"Maybe I'm here to find a gentleman." The singer laughed softly, looking at the tea set he used, which was unspeakable and beautiful. Sun Simiao took her little hand and laughed, "What can I do? Unless the Princess of Sui is seriously ill, who will come to me!" He thought of this and couldn't help but become gloomy. Logically speaking, the effect of the medicine has reached, and the Princess of Sui should be pregnant! It's impossible that there was something wrong with his medicine. Could it be that it was the King of Shu?

Sun Simiao lowered his head and laughed, and was about to put on the beauty's slim waist, but he heard someone crashing into the door. "Which..." Before he could speak. The torch illuminated the people behind the layers of personal soldiers. "King, King Sui..."

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It feels really uncomfortable to be raised backwards. Sun Simiao has never done anything to make things difficult for him. It was not until he saw Gala that he knew why Yang Jian was so anxious tonight.

He lowered his face and touched her pulse before he could sit still. He frowned and diagnosed it carefully for a long time. He went to see her face again. He saw that her nose was breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were pale and dry. When he touched his forehead, he slowly raised it up. “How about Zhujing?” Sun Simiao shook his head and his face was heavy: “It’s very bad, it’s a bit burning.”

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"Yes, there's a baby!" He held Sun Simiao's hand and was so happy that he was about to jump up. The unspeakable joy could not be suppressed. The legitimate son he had been waiting for for many years was so ecstatic that he couldn't hold on to himself. He even hugged the unconscious Gala and kissed him hard several times.

"But, didn't you say she was not pregnant before?" "It's just that time is still short and I can't be clearly observed." Sun Simiao rolled his eyes and couldn't help pouring a basin of cold water: "Don't be happy too early, the wife's constitution is weak and there are signs of miscarriage."

"Ah!" Hua Shang was the only one who dared to speak in the huge palace. Sun Simiao said: "It is common for pregnant women to have fever and typhoid fever. Just look at the connections between the wife, there are signs of slippery fetus." Hua Shang suddenly panicked. "Is the wife's condition serious?" Yang Jian asked the key point. "Serious."

He replied, shaking his head a little bit: "It's not serious. The typhoid fever is a deficiency. It's not enough to treat it a little. It's just that it takes a long time to maintain the fetus." "How many days will it take?" "The first three months of pregnancy are the key points. My wife is pregnant for more than a month. The fetus seems to be unstable, which leads to weak qi and blood. In addition, long-term running and previous physical torture and anxiety, so it's harder to maintain the fetus than ordinary people." He nodded and said.

A few words have analyzed Gala's situation. Her body was not pregnant at the best time. What made Sun Simiao even more difficult for him to understand is that even if his medicine had the effect on her body, it was far from the only one. He really cared for her carefully, but she was still weak inside. This time she was pregnant for her, which was a blessing for fame and fortune, and it was difficult for her to be blessed above her natal destiny.

He thought that he wanted to give her a way out, so he said, "In fact, this time the wife is pregnant, it means that her physique can be conceived. Although she is slippery and hurts her body, careful care will definitely improve, which will be convenient for pregnancy in the future." Yang Jian turned around suddenly, and his gaze fell on his skin and flesh.

However, Sun Simiao finished speaking: "But if you want to give birth to a child with this kind of body this time, I am afraid that Mrs. Yu's body will suffer a huge loss in the future." Yang Jian pondered for a while and asked, "What will happen?" "I won't know what." He replied: "It's just that I will not have a blessing in the future."

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