Zhao Zimo followed her words, and finally his eyes fell on his own brother's face.

Then I realized that the emperor's face was full of tears, and the hands holding the sword were shaking.

In the light and fire, Zhao Zimo finally understood what the situation is now. He almost cried and said, "Do n’t, do n’t do this, brother, don't do this. She won't die, she won't die, let's take her back to the palace. , Those doctors will definitely save her, they will definitely save her ... "

But before he finished speaking, the pair of **** hands holding his hands fell out weakly. He reached out to grab and raised his eyes, seeing her eyes wide open, staring at his emperor.

He stretched his hand tremblingly to her nose, and pressed it against her neck again.

It was also at this time that the baby's crying sounded like a thunder.

Immediately through the entire interior.

He turned his head to see, the brother's face was covered with blood spilled from her belly. The brother's blood-stained hands held a child upside down, and the child was struggling and crying.

Zhao Zimo sat down on the ground with his buttocks and reached out to wipe his face, but the tears on his face grew more and more.

Her eyes did not close.

Emperor Yuan Jing moved to her with her child and said softly, "It's a girl. When you grow up, you will definitely look like you. You will make her a prince, and you will be kind to your people. Chu, you can rest assured. , Don't break your word. "

He reached out a hand and put it on her face, slowly closing her eyes.

The child was still crying, and the sound of heartbreaking echoed throughout the room.

Zhao Zimo gradually reacted, hurriedly took off his coat and wrapped the child.

The newborn baby, I do not know whether it is healthy, although Zhao Zimo was full of grief, but also knew that the child could not delay, so he wrapped the child tightly in his chest, and quickly returned to the palace with a whip.

Emperor Yuan Jing leaned down and helped her bandage the wound on her belly.

Layers on her body are all in red suits.

Zimo said she had been embroidering her dowry since she returned, and had been waiting for him to pick her up.

Her needlework was obviously not good. The phoenix on the wedding dress was crooked, and the stitches were sometimes dense and cluttered.

But this is the wedding dress she embroidered herself.

How happy was she when she embroidered the dress with her sword?

She waited for him to look forward to him, all eyes were on him to pick her up.

But how could he never focus on her?

If he checked her life history, if he asked Zi Mo her way.

As long as he is willing, he has a way to find her.

But he was obsessed with government affairs, and he only treated her as a king of Chu, and felt that he was not treated thinly.

I feel that everything is more urgent than what happened behind her, and it is not too late to think about her affairs later.

But now, there is no more chance.

She will not "resurrect from death", and will not anger into his arms, scolding him "fainting."

"Chuchu." He bandaged her wound, put her clothes on again, leaned over, and hugged her in his arms: "Will you take you back to the palace?"

He embraced her as if he had embraced the whole world, hobbled, and walked out a little bit.

The ear seemed to be echoing the words after she had just met him, "Your Majesty, the world is set, do you want me? You ca n’t be a general, and I ca n’t even do the Queen's position? But I do n’t want to die , Our Chu family can't live without, my child, I want to look after and grow up. "