The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Chapter 225: Her offspring cannot be conceived by ordinary people.

There had indeed been some small life in it, but now... there was nothing.

He frowned and looked up at his husband.

I accidentally saw a faint red line on the inside of the husband's right arm, which was slowly moving backwards until it disappeared.

This is a precursor to the disappearance of the heart-knot. The life or death of the wireless master is determined by the wireless. When the master is seriously injured and on the verge of death, the heart-knot will exchange life, and the person who made the contract will die.

Now he, who has a soul contract, is fine, and the master husband is also fine, which means the master is fine. So, now there is only one possibility...

Youxue blinked her indigo eyes, horrified, and moved her trembling hands towards her husband's chest.

The spiritual power was bounced back and the other person was almost shaken off the bed.

Ping'an, who had been standing beside the couch, supported Youxue.

After saying thank you to Ping'an, Youxue covered her husband with a quilt and just stared at him with her round eyes.

The master's power actually destroyed the law contract.

But thinking of this, the price the master would have to pay was not small. The porcelain-white little face twisted again, turned his head to look at the white tiger that jumped onto the couch, and pulled it over.

The round eyes stared at it, "Who made the husband angry?"

He was so angry that he had to kill the person who arranged the rules. If it weren't for his obstruction, he wouldn't have been able to arrive after everything happened.

The master would not take such a big risk while she is far away in Dongyun to help her husband overcome the disaster.

Baihu, who had been subjected to such humiliating actions time and again, became angry.

When she raised her paw to strike Youxue, she met his round eyes which had become moist with anger, and finally softened her heart and put down her paw.

Aoao: "Youxue, don't deceive yourself. Jing... the identity of the mistress is not simple. Her offspring cannot be conceived by ordinary people."

The white tiger kicked its hind legs in the air and continued, "Youxue, on the way to Lingdu, I once sensed the breath of the little master in the master's stomach. It was very faint, as if it would dissipate if touched."

So it’s a miracle that the little master can hold on until now.

This news was undoubtedly shocking. Ping An, who was standing aside, was so shocked that his eyes widened and he staggered.

No wonder my brother-in-law’s slippery pulse comes and goes.

They were careless.

Youxue opened her eyes wide.

"Le Feng...what...did you say, little master?"

A hoarse and weak voice suddenly sounded,

Youxue quickly came to her senses and shook off Baihu.

The white tiger fell to the ground...

At this moment, it really wanted to beat its soft-hearted self to death.

Youxue turned her head and saw her husband half standing up, his brown eyes looking at her direction hazily and stubbornly, his pale face full of forbearance.

His heart ached, and he quickly crawled over and helped him lean against his small body.

When I touched a bone with my hand, my heart ached again.

The househusband has lost weight.

The person that the master pampers so much is now in this state. The master would probably go crazy if he saw it.

"Is the master still feeling unwell?"

Zi'an, who was already dizzy, was still a little dazed when he was helped up. When he realized what the person next to him was saying, he turned his head to look at the person who came.

The little baby was born delicate and special, with white waist-length hair, white eyebrows, a white gown, and indigo eyes.

Zi'an pursed his lips. He felt very close to the little kid in front of him, and called out what he was thinking: "Xiaoxue'er."

Youxue's eyes lit up, she nodded, and said in a clear voice that was hard to tell whether it was a boy or a girl: "It's me, the master husband."

Ping'an also sat down beside the couch and took Zi'an's pulse.

Zi'an calmed down for a while, and when he was no longer dizzy, he looked at Youxue and asked, "Xiaoxue'er, why are you in Lingdu? Where is your sister? And what do you mean by the young master you just mentioned?"

He felt wetness in his lower body, and as his five senses gradually became clearer, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The expression on Zi'an's face became stiff, the blood in his body gradually cooled, and a possibility that was too horrible for him to bear appeared in his mind.

He held Ping An's hand that was feeling his pulse, and cried incoherently, "Ping An, what does the young master mean? What happened to me? Why is there a bloody smell? And what's under my quilt? Why is it wet?"

Before Ping An could say anything, Zi'an frantically threw off the quilt on his body.

After seeing the scene under the quilt, Zian calmed down for a moment.

Seeing Zi'an's empty eyes, Ping'an held back her tears, reached out to hold his thin shoulders, and whispered, "Brother-in-law, listen..."

Before Ping An could finish his words, Zi'an spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.

"Brother-in-law!"

"Househusband!"

"Owner!"

"Lord!"

Cries of surprise rang out in the hall.

Ping An was startled and quickly hugged Zi An and took his pulse.

He withdrew his hand in a moment.

Youxue and Lefeng, who were looking at him eagerly, saw him stop.

Youxue took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off Zi'an's cheek, while she asked: "Young Master Ping'an, how is the master's husband?"

Ping An saw that Youxue's hands were still shaking, so he calmed himself down and said seriously, "You are so angry and you have lost too much blood. The situation is not optimistic."

As he spoke, he took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured out the pills, and fed them to Zi'an.

But what he didn't expect was that Zi'an showed no sign of giving in, even if his face turned red.

Seeing the red mark on the master's cheek, Youxue frowned. With a stroke of her little finger, the milky white spiritual power wrapped around the pill on Ping'an's fingertips.

He couldn't feed the pill just now, but it was like ice turning into water when it met fire and flowing into Zi'an's mouth.

Ping An saw this and reacted immediately, he was so worried that he became confused.

Seeing Zi'an swallow it, Ping'an picked him up and said, "Ming Si, go prepare the bath."

Ming Si, who was kneeling beside him, said: "Yes, young master."

"Youxue, I'm going to take my brother-in-law to take a bath. Please have someone prepare some blood-replenishing medicinal food."

Youxue: "Okay, Master Ping'an."

……

"Go, break the door open for me."

"Yes, Princess."

Outside the Zichen Palace, Ji Fei looked up at the three large gilded characters "Prince's Mansion" written by the empress herself on the door plaque. In his heart, he felt jealousy, resentment, hatred, injustice... all kinds of emotions intertwined.

Just as a group of female guards were about to step onto the stone steps, a few cold lights flashed by.

At the same time, the guard who raised his foot stood still as if he had been acupunctured.

Ji Fei looked at the few people who didn't move in confusion, and said unhappily: "You guys..."

Before he could finish his words, the guard's head was separated from his body and blood gushed out.

Ji Fei's face turned pale, and the guards around him drew their swords to protect Ji Fei.

"Quick, someone is trying to assassinate you, protect the prince."

"King Zhen, why are you here?"

A majestic female voice with an oppressive force came from outside the crowd. When the guards heard this voice, they put away their swords, turned around and knelt down to pay homage respectfully: "Subordinates, we pay homage to Her Majesty the Queen. Long live Her Majesty."

As the crowd knelt, the Queen's carriage appeared in Ji Fei's sight.