Chapter 40: Emperor seeking wife

Song Qing did not avoid the eyes of Emperor Yuan. Although his voice was low, he was extremely calm: "The general's body has always been for me to help her. The old general is very busy. The general is the one I see big."
"Last time she was injured, when I bandaged her, I found out she was pregnant."
Yuan Di's breath suffocated. Slightly hostile eyes towards Shang Song Qing were not only angry but disappeared, but also a little bit futile, like an ugly daughter-in-law seeing his in-laws helplessly.
Fortunately, Song Qing glanced down at Yuandi just like this, looking at the song in Yuandi's arms, and said softly, "Your Majesty, she has passed away."
After a pause, he added, "If she knew you were here, she would be very happy."
Yuandi heard what he said, but he didn't feel praised at all. Instead, he felt more worried, as if there was something wrong.
He pursed his lips and raised his chin slightly, and said to himself, "Of course Ah Yan will be happy."
He hugged Song Qing condescendingly, and the more he looked, the more angry he always felt.
"Your Majesty," Song Qing bowed his head, and slowly said, "Your Majesty, the General is out of breath."
"You help her unplug this arrow." Yuandi's dissatisfaction said again: "Aren't you a medic? This arrow injury should not embarrass you, hurry up, there are so many injuries on A Yan, you Why are you still there? "
To put it bluntly, I finally know why it is not pleasing to the eye to see this medic, because this guy is there like a wooden stake, and did not help A Yan hurt.
Yuandi frowned, grabbing Yange with one hand, and placed his belly on Yange's belly. There was a baby with him and Yange in that place. He wanted to touch it, but his hand touched the hard heart. mirror.
Yan Ge has wounds all over his body, and every place is flesh and blood can not see the original skin, but only the abdomen is intact.
She must be looking forward to this child, she must like this child very much, otherwise she won't protect her belly like this.
When Yuandi saw Song Qing still not moving, he was so angry that he kicked his feet on Song Qing's chest: "Are you deaf, let you bandage the wound to A Yan, what are you rubbing against?"
"Your Majesty!" Song Qing knelt straight after he was knocked to the ground, and his hoarse voice was distraught: "Your Majesty, Ming Lan, she is out of breath, she is out of breath."
Yuandi finally seemed to hear his voice. He was so angry that his forehead was blue and leaping, and he couldn't help but swear: "You fart, A Yan just talked to you, you quack doctor, you quack doctor ..."
He pointed at Song Qing angrily, and just about to call someone to pull this quack out and chopped it, but he looked slightly crying at Song Qing's face.
Song Qing choked and said, "Your Majesty, look down at her yourself, she really has no breath."
Yuandi's hand was tightly grasped on the goggles on her abdomen, and it took a long time to slowly lower her head: "Ayan ..."
He shouted, his voice all choking on his throat.
Her eyes were still wide, as if looking at him, but it seemed to be beyond him, looking forward to the distance, and there was a smile on her face, and the smile was mixed with the blood on her face, not brilliant. And only despair.
Her eyes were full of blood, and a drop of blood made a mark along the corner of the eye. The blood had dried to black and red, and she was shocked.
Her chapped lips opened slightly, and in his ear, it seemed as if she heard her murmur again, "Pray for peace, is it a dream?"