"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Bei Nianjin didn't have the strength to answer her, as soon as she smelled the pickles she was holding in her hand, her stomach churned even more, and she retched more and more.

When Fudong saw this, he already had a guess in his heart.

"Miss, are you supposed to be ......" Fudong looked at her in surprise.

Bei Nianjin's face was pale, and when he heard her words, he also thought of it.

She couldn't help but feel that she was on her abdomen, and there was a little prince here.

The originally gloomy eyes regained their brilliance and ambition again.

It seems that God is not kind to her.

With his existence, it is impossible for Feng Linyuan not to recognize him, but how to make Feng Linyuan recognize him.

Now that he is in the palace, how can I see him?

Fu Dong knew too well what she was thinking, and guided according to the instructions of the eldest lady: "Miss, the slave maid heard that the emperor is going to sacrifice to the sky and celebrate the great victory in the frontier. ”

Bei Nianjin's eyes lit up, "When?" ”

"Five days later."

Four days later, with the help of Fudong, Bei Nianjin escaped from Linshui Nunnery. The two used what little property they had left to stay in an inn in the city. Bei Nianjin wore a veil on his face, covering his face.

In the evening, Fudong entered the room with a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Miss, this is the ginseng soup that the slave maid specially got from you." Fu Dong put the bowl of ginseng soup on the table.

"Leave it at that, and drink it later." Bei Nianjin chooses the jewelry to wear tomorrow.

"Miss, this ginseng soup must be drunk while it is hot, it is good for your body and the little prince in your belly." Breeze persuaded.

After Bei Nianjin heard the 'little prince', he put down the jewelry in his hand happily and reprimanded: "Don't say it outside next time, if you are heard, it will be troublesome." ”

Although it was a reprimand, it was not difficult to see that she was not disgusted by it, but was very useful.

"Yes." Fu Dong replied with a smile and handed the bowl of ginseng soup to her.

Bei Nianjin took it from her hand, and Fu Dong watched her slowly finish the bowl of ginseng soup, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After this time, she no longer had to suffer with her.

During this period of time in Linshui Nunnery, she was doing all the tiring work, and not only that, but she also had to serve her. If it weren't for the eldest lady who had to let her follow, she would have run away a long time ago, so she wouldn't have stayed by her side.

This woman sits here all day long with the beautiful dream of the imperial concubine, and she doesn't see her situation clearly at all, and she has no future at all if she follows such a master.

Fu Dong took the empty bowl from her hand and said with a smile: "Miss, have a good rest today, and tomorrow will be glorious." ”

"Hmm." Bei Nianjin responded in a good mood.

After Fu Dong retreated, Bei Nianjin sat in front of the mirror again, looking at his face. I don't know if it's her delusion, I always feel that there is something on my face, but there is nothing dirty after wiping and wiping.

Looking at the face in the mirror, I only felt that the skin was a little dull, but Fudong always said no, and I didn't know if there was a problem with the girl's eyes or her eyes.

Bei Nianjin looked at his face again, and felt an itch on his face again.

She wanted to reach out and scratch it, but when she thought that every time she touched it, she would scratch the skin, so she couldn't help it. I will see the emperor tomorrow, and I must not let my face leave any scars.

She picked up the box of ointment, looked at the bottom of the ointment, touched the last bit on her face, and in a moment the itching on her face disappeared.