The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Mu Qian's fingers trembled lightly, and calmly let go of her jaw.

  He pressed his thin lips slightly, and there was no emotion on his face.

   "Are you afraid? The torture is designed for those of you who are afraid of the suffering of flesh and blood. If you are afraid, confess it earlier. After you think about how to say it, you can ask me to confess."

  Cotton-cotton eyes gradually filled with mist.

  She curled her eyebrows and looked at him puzzledly, "Since I suspect that I am going to kill you, why not just kill me? Isn't it good to kill me? I have to torture me like this..."

  Zhan Muqian stretched out her hands and pulled away her two hands that were tied to the head of the bed, and threw the broken clothes on her back.

   Turn around and walk out without looking back.

I walked halfway and said coldly, "Death is too cheap for you. It is enough to confess the people behind you. Otherwise, how do I know what you are plotting? Give you two days to think about what you should say. "

  ……

  Mianmian curled up on the bed.

  She knew that the child was gone.

  But still couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen.

  It hurts...

  She only felt flustered when she saw red.

  I now realize how painful it is to her.

  It’s really painful...

  ……

  Zhan Mu Qian made it clear.

   only gave her two days.

  More than two days.

  The high chief is about to execute her sentence.

  She didn’t know what they would do to herself.

  Anyway, it turned out...just like the nutritionist she saw with her own eyes just now.

  Blood all over, clothes tattered, and a trail of blood trails.

   is a bit scary.

  Just think about it, and it will definitely hurt.

  But the pain of these flesh and blood should be more unbearable than the pain of losing her child.

  Mianmian touched her cool belly.

  He was completely barren.

  …………

Not long after Zhan Muqian left, Aunt Qiao knocked on the door and came in.

   Aunt Qiao was shocked when she saw her barely curled up on the bed with her upper body curled up, without even covering her quilt.

  She gently pulled Mianmian's arm.

  The voice line is bitter, "Madam, you can't do this, you will catch a cold like this, get up first, get up and put on your clothes. At this time... don't catch a cold."

  She tugged for a while, but couldn't pull Mianmian's arm away.

  Wait for cotton to lose strength.

  She was able to turn the Bang Mianmian over and took out a clean cotton pajamas to help her put on.

  Mianmian has no eyes at all.

  The little snow-white hands have been covering her belly.

  Aunt Qiao looked at her, her heart ached.

  "Madam, don’t be like this, I know you are sad, everything is fine, it will pass, you are still young, and you will have children of your own in the future..."

  Aunt Qiao helped her cover the quilt, and said carefully, "Wait a moment when the porridge is ready, can you have something to eat."

  Mianmian did not say a word for a long time.

  Having been waiting for Aunt Qiao, she was almost crying.

She smiled weakly, "Aunt Qiao, I’m not sad, don’t you know that I was the one who asked me to give me the medicine, and I wanted to have a miscarriage. I didn’t want to have Zhan Muqian’s child at all. , These are all voluntary, and now my wish has been fulfilled, so happy..."

  Aunt Qiao couldn’t help but burst into tears, “Stop talking, madam, I know you’re wronged, don’t say it, don’t say that..."

  Mianmian's big eyes looked at the ceiling hollowly.

  This life, why can't you see a little light?

  【Add more, 6. This paragraph will pass soon, it’s just a necessary process, it’s just a necessary process, just get through it, it won’t always be like this]