Lu Lingjun was halfway through eating in the room when he heard a hurried message from his servants.
"Young Madam, Aunt Xing is dying!"
Lu Lingjun threw down his chopsticks and left little Bing'an in the care of Wen Niang. He was about to rush to Qiuxiang Courtyard, but as soon as he started to step forward, a servant reminded her that Xing Dairong was outside the courtyard.
"Why is she in the outer courtyard!"
On the way, the servants told her everything about how Xing Dairong had just gone to the outer courtyard to deliver wine and had another quarrel with Cheng Yunshuo.
Lu Lingjun's brows tightened the more he listened.
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"
She scolded Xing Dairong all the time, but her tone was full of hatred.
What she hates is that Xing Dairong still can't see through or think through her own situation, and her mind is filled with nothing but her love.
Not caring about his own life or the life of the child in his belly, he fell into the pit of obsession and thought about the damn man all day long.
"How are you people!"
She rushed to the outer courtyard and said loudly.
"Young Madam!" As soon as Qiu Kui saw Lu Lingyun coming, she immediately calmed down and burst into tears, "Aunt Xing is going to die!"
"Nonsense!" Lu Lingjun scolded her and rushed to Xing Dairong.
At this time, Xing Dairong's face was as white as paper, his body was covered in blood, and his condition was worse than Qiu Ling's time.
"Where's the doctor! Where's Po Wen!" she shouted.
"We all went to invite them."
"Where is the prince?"
"The prince took his colleagues to have wine in a brothel."
When Lu Lingjun heard this, "Hurry up to the brothel and call me back! Quick, quick, quick!"
"yes!"
At this time, a pale and cold hand grabbed Lu Lingyun's wrist.
Lu Lingjun lowered his head and looked at Xing Dairong's slightly opened eyes, without any light.
Xing Dairong said feebly, "I, am I going to die?"
"nonsense!"
Xing Dairong laughed self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't matter if I die. If I die, I will go back. I will never come here again."
Her voice was very cold, with a sadness as deep as her bones.
After Okra heard this, her tears fell uncontrollably, and she cried uncontrollably.
Lu Lingjun grabbed Xing Dairong's hand with his backhand and said with full strength, "You can live! You will definitely live!"
At this time, Qiuling and Linglong all rushed over.
When Qiu Ling saw Xing Dairong like this, she no longer had any intention of ridiculing or jealousy. She couldn't help but said, "Young Madam said you can live. You must be able to live. You can't give up!"
"Let's live well. The more people like us, the more we should live well and live a wonderful life!" Linglong also said.
When Xing Dairong heard what people who were enemies in the past said to her at this time, she suddenly felt a strong sense of ridicule, "I didn't expect that it was you who told me this in the end."
"Shut up and live a good life!"
"Your days are still long, and the child in your belly is about to be born. Don't you want to meet him, protect him, and grow up with him?"
Xing Dairong shook his head lifelessly, tears rolling down one by one.
Lu Lingjun continued to curse when he saw this, "I know, your mind is full of men! You know that you are thinking about that man, so go and fight for it! Show your old spirit! Tie him to you, Tell him that he will never be able to leave you for the rest of his life!"
"If it doesn't work, get up, give him a few slaps, and return all your grievances to him! Crying here, crying, why are you crying! Trash!"
Finally, Xing Dairong moved.
Her eyes that were so withered and lifeless finally came to life, bursting with hope of living.
Just at this moment, the doctors, midwives and all the midwives rushed over.
"Quick, quick, bring her to life!"
"yes."
A group of people rushed forward, but soon they all shook their heads.
"Young Madam, I can't do it anymore!"
"This aunt has lost too much blood and is really going to die."
"We may not be able to save adults or children!"
"Help, help, I will definitely bring her back!"
Xing Dairong also had hope at this time and tried his best to survive.
Everyone in the entire Hou Mansion was busy up and down.
Everyone who could help came to Xing Dairong's side. Qiu Ling and Linglong also helped hand over things, make soup and give medicine.
After a large group of people worked hard for an hour, a little kitten-like child was born with difficulty.
"It's happening! It's happening!"
"What is it?" Xing Dairong became more energetic.
"It's a boy."
Hearing that it was his son, Xing Dairong's face lit up.
Before Lu Lingjun and everyone could rejoice, Wen Po said again, "Oops! Auntie has a child in her belly!"
It's twins!
Lu Lingjun and everyone were startled when they heard this.
Xing Dairong's face, which had only a glimmer of light left, was fading visibly to the naked eye.
She is dying.
"Madam, I can't do it anymore!"
"Oh no, no, no, aunt, hold on!"
"Auntie, you can't do this! Give me more strength!"
Xing Dairong is really dying, too weak. She has been angry and sad throughout her pregnancy, which hurt her heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and she has become sick. Now she is stimulated to give birth, and she has lost a lot of blood and can still give birth to a child. It is already the limit. , no matter how many there are, even the Daluo Immortal will be unable to save his life.
She couldn't live anymore.
Xing Dairong grabbed Lu Lingjun's hand and said, "I'm too tired, forget it."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Just stay alive! There is a child in your belly!"
"No, I'm tired." Xing Dairong couldn't muster any more strength. She held Lu Lingyun's hand tightly, "Yun Shuo, Yun Shuo, Yun Shuo..."
"Cheng Yunshuo is coming back soon, hold on."
Two drops of clean tears fell from the corners of Xing Dairong's eyes. She shook her head, "No, he promised me that we will be together for the rest of our lives."
"For life."
"As promised, for life."
At this moment, she burst out with her last strength, like a flashback, and used all her strength. Under everyone's exclamations, she clutched Lu Lingyun's hand tightly and her eyes widened.
"Young lady, give birth, give birth..."
"It's happening! It's happening!"
"Auntie gave birth..."
"My aunt is dead..."
"Where's Cheng Yunshuo?"
Lu Lingjun felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
"Your Majesty, you are still in the brothel."
Lu Lingjun looked at Xing Dairong in front of her, and she stretched out her hand to close her eyes.
"Arrange the coffin and give Aunt Xing a grand burial."
Lu Lingjun stood up. When she came out of the delivery room, the night wind outside suddenly blew away the bloody smell around her.
Everyone's heart is very heavy.
What rings in everyone's ears is the sentence that Xing Dairong was still chanting before his death.
"For the rest of my life..."
She chanted this sentence until she died.
Lu Lingjun was silent for a long time. She looked up at the bright moon.
"Life is too long, girl, don't take it seriously."
