Since the birth date of Bao Qi, Yun'er has never been able to enter the palace again, she married to Ling Mansion for only a few months, and met Shangguan Childbirth, and now there is no news of Bao Qi at all, saying that she is not in a hurry is a lie. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although she was married by the emperor, she was still a concubine after all, although Ling Yu respected her, but she couldn't feel that the other party had no love, all her feelings could only be held in her heart, and everything was chosen by herself.

Yun'er tried her best to ask someone to get the news from the palace, but she didn't know how many times she had been there, but there was still no news.

The only thing I know is that the concubine gave birth to a little prince, although she was born prematurely, but fortunately she is still healthy, and the other thing is a major event that shocked the entire government and the opposition.

The queen fell seriously ill and died on the day of the concubine's birth.

The whole capital is boiling and rumored that the concubine killed the queen, and the little prince came to ask the queen for his life.

This newborn premature child, as soon as it landed, it was burdened with an ominous brand, even if the government and the opposition sealed their mouths, they couldn't stop the mouths of the people and the people.

Even in a place where the Ling Mansion discipline is so strict, Yun'er has occasionally heard someone secretly talk about it once or twice, she is angry and helpless and even sad and angry, she is sad and even wronged for Baoqi, what can she do, when she talks about children, she doesn't forget to talk about her own aunt, after all, they are all former masters and servants, and everyone will associate a story.

Yun'er went to beg Mrs. Ling to no avail, and went to find Ling Ji again, she could see that Ling Ji was no less worried than herself, but the result was the same disappointment, Ling Ji didn't have any news, she could even see that her husband was getting thinner and thinner these days, but it was for the same reason as herself.

The queen's funeral was grand and tragic, buried in the mausoleum next to the emperor, although there was no joint burial, but it showed luxury and endless dignity, and this was the last thing Shangguan could pursue.

In the historical records of later generations, Empress Gongyuan Shangguan, less famous for her talents, was elected to the palace as the queen, and won the favor of the saint, for the next six years, there was nothing to do, her father was the prime minister, Zeng Fu Emperor ascended the throne, sealed the hereditary title, and the family was prominent.

In the fifth year of Jianxing, the concubine was pregnant, the queen was sick, in March of the following year, the concubine gave birth, the queen was critically ill, and on the third day of March in the sixth year of Jianxing, she collapsed in Yong'an Palace, when she was twenty and five years old, and her name was Gongyuan.

Shangguan became famous as a young man, only to move the capital, there are many historical records about her, and because she has been in the palace for many years without any appearance, there are different opinions about the entanglement between the Empress Shangguan and the emperor and the concubine, and no matter what the people say today, it is difficult to find the truth of the future generations.

There are occasionally a few historical rumors that Empress Shangguan has been in the palace for many years, and has never had the opportunity to sleep, and it is difficult to be accepted by most people.

The death of the queen diverted everyone's attention from the concubine, but it also made everyone pay attention to the newborn second prince.

The palace seems to be quiet and peaceful, in fact, it is not much stronger than outside the palace, there is a noise and gossip everywhere, only the Zhaoyang Palace, which is strictly guarded, is still peaceful, but it also attracts everyone's curiosity and prying, and there are even rumors that the concubine Niangniang died in Zhaoyang Palace in childbirth, and the emperor could not bear to be buried, and the body is still sealed in the palace, without anyone approaching.

Regardless of whether the facts are true or not, at least in the next few months, in addition to dealing with the queen's funeral and the court, Qi Rong stayed in Zhaoyang Palace almost every day, and there was no way to know what happened in Zhaoyang Palace.

There were even rumors made up by good deeds, saying that Zhaoyang Palace was haunted, locking up the soul of the emperor, reluctant to leave, and leaving the prince of Brother Liang alone.

As for the truth, no one knows.

A few months later, in the quiet, shaded garden, there are occasionally a few bird calls, standing on the branches, the budding branches have already turned dark green, and from a distance, a few curved flowing water pass through the garden, across the carved wooden bridge, which is pleasing to the eye.

In the spring, the warm sun is shining, in a courtyard in the depths of the garden, one or two maids in and out, the action is a little hurried, but not panicked, and soon carry a bowl or something into the house, the breeze blows, the smell of the bamboo forest, mixed with the greenness of the herbs, faintly stimulates the nerves of the people.

In front of the courtyard window, there is just a bamboo leaf that is blocked, so that people can not see the scene, but the people inside can clearly see the scenery outside, and when they turn to the house, between the outhouse and the cabinet, there is also a screen, and wisps of medicinal fragrance waft out of the gap, which is stronger than the smell outside the door.

Bypassing the screen, there is a half-open door, but there are undulating curtains in the eye, half-covering and half-covering the figure in the bed, but it can't stop the old man and the maid standing on both sides of the bed.

In the depths of the curtain, it is the Taoist person who is serious about the right, the old man contemplating carefully, the person in front of him is half sitting on the bed, closing his eyes, without expression, as if he is asleep, and the old man twists up the silver needle and inserts it carefully, and there is no half movement.

At this moment, the man was already full of dozens of stitches, and the old man didn't seem to plan to stop, but after thinking about it carefully, he raised his hand and added another stitch.

This needle seemed to be pierced on another person, causing him to twist his eyebrows again, but his eyes did not blink for half a minute, staring at the scene in front of him.

Until the old man picked up the last silver needle, squinted slightly, and pierced the person's body accurately, that moment, it seemed to affect everyone's minds, every pair of eyes couldn't take their eyes off, and their breathing slowed down, looking at the old man's wrist that pierced down, froze, and finally left.

The sleeping brows moved slightly, the white face was gently crushed like frozen frost, and even the trembling of the eyelashes were all visible, not to mention the suddenly curled fingertips, tightly grasping a heart, lifting it, and couldn't let go.

The vicissitudes that the old man's eyes couldn't hide were finally faint, and he slowly spoke with relief,

"Congratulations to the emperor, Niangniang, wake up. ”

The man in plainclothes staggered a step, froze, followed by his eyes red, almost collapsed at the head of the bed, holding on to the edge of the bed, his hands trembled, but he did not dare to touch the person in front of him, even though her lips were no longer pale and her cheeks began to redden, but he was still afraid, afraid that he would accidentally break her.

Breathing, all cautious, looking at her like a newborn baby, eyelashes fanned, and finally opened those watery eyes, even if they were only half-open and half-closed, it was enough to make everyone cry, the pale pink cherry lips moved twice, and the man in plainclothes couldn't hold back his feelings anymore, and took her hand and kissed gently,

"You're finally awake. ”