At this moment, the autumn day in Anping, far away in the south, is also bright, but the bone-soaked tide has never dissipated, this day the sunset is faintly floating in the sky, and the two geese are far away, disappearing into a small black spot. At this moment, in a courtyard of the Luo Wangfu, it is extremely quiet, the courtyard is chic and quiet, just one glance, you can know that there are extremely important people living there.

At this moment, the two women in palace clothes gradually approached through the corridor, the leader was dignified, dressed plainly but without losing his bearing, but between his eyebrows always seemed to be frowning, adding a little melancholy. The woman beside her was stunningly dressed, dressed beautifully and vulgarly, and a just right yellow flower between her eyebrows was even more feminine.

The palace people guarding outside the door saw it, and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed and said, "Princess, princess." ”

Princess Luo bowed her head gently, and at this moment, the warm afterglow of the sunset cast on her side face, which made her more comfortable.

"How is the little prince?"

When the palace maid at the door heard this, she respectfully bowed her head and replied carefully: "Doctor Yu has come to take a look in the past few days, and the little prince has recovered after taking medicine, but I am still afraid that this typhoid fever will get worse again, and Concubine Mu has been staying by the little prince's side these days——"

The Yan clan of Luowangfu nodded his jaw casually when he heard this, and sighed lightly: "It's hard for her." ”

The words fell, the soft curtain in front of him was lifted by the palace people, Yan took the side concubine Wang Youjun into it together, only to see that the furnishings in the room were flashy but not extravagant, everything was taken out, and the things in the concubine's room were much more exquisite than Yan's, Yan didn't stay too much on this, but just covered it at a glance, but Wang Youjun behind him, looking at the dazzling appearance in front of him, although the smile in his eyebrows was as gentle and virtuous as ever, but his heart was full of sourness.

Although the place where the side concubine Mu lives is quiet and peaceful, it occupies a large area, so she stepped straight through the door of the layers, and arrived at the inner room where Mu Shi is at the moment, as soon as the curtain was opened, the earth dragon came with a unique gardenia fragrance, only to see a young woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her face could not hide her tiredness, but she looked at the shaking bed at hand quite peacefully, her hands were quietly lying on the edge of the shaking bed, and her eyes were motionless, as if the swaddling clothes in front of her were everything to her. (Note: Mu is Zheng Wen's younger sister, and in order to avoid people's eyes, she still follows her stepfather's surname Mu.) ）

The warmth of the setting sun peeked in through the lattice window, quietly gilding the scene with a faint light, but it made people see the brilliance of motherhood more from the woman's face.

"The princess, the princess and the princess have come to see you. ”

The little girl who was standing silently beside her looked up and saw the person who came in, and hurriedly lowered her head and whispered, at this moment, Mu Yao, who was lying on the side of the shaking bed, raised her head, looked at the two people behind the curtain, and immediately stood up slowly, and bowed down with a slight apology in her eyes.

"I don't know that the princess and Sister Jun are here, and the concubine is far away. ”

Looking at the weak person in front of him, where was he as unrestrained as when he first entered the mansion, laughing loudly, Yan looked at this scene, thinking about his own half of his life, and a feeling of sympathy gradually rose from his heart.

is the same woman, the same woman is the prince's woman, and the side concubine Mu in front of her is also a poor and blessed person.

If it is said that a person like her, whose family is ruined, not favored by her husband, and who only has the title of cold princess left, is really not qualified to pity the Mu family in front of her, who is loved by thousands of people.

But even if Mu Shi has won the heart of King Luo since entering the palace, but in the best years, he has never given birth to an heir for the prince, almost since entering the palace, Mu has not sought medical advice and medicine, exhausted the countryside, and finally gave birth to a prince for the prince at the age of this is not Shaohua, but the child is weak since he was a child, a minor illness in three days, a major illness in two days, and he has survived until he is half a year old now, and he suffered from this domineering typhoid fever. (Note: Typhoid fever is not wind chill.) ）

Thinking of this, Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his eyes were a little more considerate.

"Get up. ”

As he spoke, Yan stepped forward solemnly, looked down at the little baby in the swaddling clothes, couldn't help but smile gently and lovingly, and reached out to probe the child's head, which was still a little hot, but it was much better than a few days ago.

"It seems that the little prince is indeed better. ”

As he spoke, someone had already brought two brocade stools, Yan and Wang Youjun sat down respectively, and the two of them immediately sent up the supplements they brought, and after a few words of greeting, they saw the little girl serving medicinal soup.

Mu Shi looked at the medicinal soup, immediately took the child out of the shaker, coaxed it, stirred the bowl of medicinal soup in the girl's hand, and then scooped up a spoonful and handed it to the child's mouth.

Seeing that the child refused to drink well, Mu Shi had to force himself to send some in, but it caused the child to cry, and all the medicine that entered his mouth was spit into his mouth, wetting Mu Shi's veil.

When Mu was in a dilemma, Wang Youjun on the side said softly: "Why don't you let me come." ”

Mu Shi heard the sound and looked over, to Wang Youjun's comforting gaze, and his heart suddenly rose grateful, all these years in the palace, at first she and the side concubine Wang were not familiar with each other, but bored, and then by chance the two gradually became acquainted, Wang became more and more like a kind sister, to her considerate and caring.

It was this little prince who was born, and the Wang family often came to visit, and unconsciously, as soon as the little prince arrived in Wang's arms, he was very obedient, which made her a little envious as a mother.

"That's bothering my sister. ”

Wang Youjun nodded gently, carefully took the child, smelled the familiar taste, the little man in his arms seemed to gradually calm down a little, just a little sobbing, at this moment, a gentle and soothing tune came out of Wang Youjun's throat, as if it was a southern ballad.

Mu looked at Wang with a picturesque brow, carrying a motherly glow, slightly warm.

Gradually, feeling that the child in his arms was much calmer, Wang hummed while carefully feeding the medicine into the child's mouth, although the child was also a little resistant, but it was not as intense as Fang Cai.

Finally waited until a medicinal soup was used up, Wang Youjun handed the spoon back, then took out the handkerchief in his hand, carefully wiped the child's lips, gently, gently, softly, a faint fragrance was inhaled into the child's nose little by little with the touch.

"My sister is always better than me-"

Hearing Muslim's praise, Wang Youjun smiled and handed the child back to Mu's arms, Yan looked at the peaceful scene in front of him, and was also quite satisfied.

Over the years, the house has always been harmonious, not as dark as the house next to it, and the housewife should always be gratified.

"Okay, you're tired of guarding the little prince these days, and you still have to rest. ”

Yan put his hand on the back of Mu's hand, gently comforted him, then got up and brushed his skirt and said, "Let's go back first, if there is anything missing, just worry about people." ”

When Mu heard this, he handed the child to the eldest girl, and responded gratefully and respectfully, seeing Yan and Wang slowly walking out, he slowly bowed.

Walking out of the room, the sky was already a little dark, and in silence, Yan reached out and covered the back of Wang Youjun's hand while walking: "I didn't expect that you are very good at coaxing children." ”

Wang Youjun's hands were cold and cold, and Yan was about to ask in surprise, when he heard Wang beside him say softly: "The concubine has no chance with the child in this life, where will the child be coaxed, it's just that the little prince likes to listen to the concubine's tune." ”

Hearing these seemingly calm and gentle words, Yan knew the sadness and sorrow under these words, just like she lost her son last year, now her daughter is eleven, if it weren't for that illness, her son would be twelve now.

Covering the sadness in his eyes, Yan shook the hand of the Wang family beside him and said, "You are still young, there will always be children." ”

Hearing this, Wang Youjun nodded obediently, but his heart became more and more cold.

There will always be?

Since she entered the house, her cousin rarely went to her courtyard, let alone stayed overnight, even if she stayed overnight, when her cousin left the courtyard, there would immediately be people around her staring at her and drinking bowls of avoidance soup.

After drinking the child-avoiding soup for so many years, no matter how young the body is, it is impossible to have children.

How can others understand her unbearable suffering?

From the moment she designed it, but was countercalculated by Gu Yanling, her cousin's pitiful affection for her disappeared. In its place was an endless hatred, so hateful that even she and his children could not tolerate it.

Over the years, her heart has long been like ashes, she is already a person who has passed the age, she is old, and her grace is just a passing cloud.

Only the child is the knot in her heart.

She doesn't see as much as the Yan family next to her, without her husband and son, she can also pin her heart on eating fasting and reciting Buddha.

As far as she is concerned, it is better to be broken than broken.

Anyone can give birth to a child, but this Luo Wangfu alone, no one wants to give birth.

Because of them, they all have to bury the child she hasn't been able to give birth to all these years!

……

On the third day, at night, with an almost distorted exclamation of madness broke through the night, resounding throughout the Luo Wangfu, following the eldest son of King Luo and Concubine Yan died of illness last year, the side concubine Mu Shi, who finally asked for a son, also lost her first child.

As a mother, she could only hold the already cold little body in a daze, and when Xiao Yan rushed over, she could only look at Mu Shi like a stupid person, wearing a thin dress, hugging the terrible child tightly, sitting alone on the edge of the bed, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand, wiping the things that spit out from the child's mouth little by little, and there was still a loving and warm smile on her mouth.

It seems that at this moment, she can still feel the child's high fever and convulsions before he died.

But it's too late.