The night was deep, and when everything was silent, there were bursts of coughing from the eldest princess's mansion.

Dou Ahuai half-sat on the edge of the bed, supporting the eldest princess who was coughing, and couldn't help frowning: "Your Highness, let's send the imperial doctor to take a look." ”

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in January, the eldest princess has fallen ill after returning to the palace. As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. Now that it has been more than a month, it has not been good, and Dou Ahuai is very sad in his heart.

"No, you don't."

Ji Rong moved away from the silk handkerchief covering his mouth, and his voice was indifferent.

After being sick for more than a month, she seems to have lost a lot. Dressed in a white midcoat, his long black hair spread all over his back, and fell softly down the brocade mattress under him along the uneven curves. The originally cold and arrogant and beautiful face became pale and haggard, and because she had just coughed, her cheeks were still abnormally red, revealing a weak posture that was rarely seen in her.

"If you go on like this, it will definitely damage Your Highness's body." Dou Ahuai spoke earnestly.

Ji Rong coughed twice, his complexion was even worse, and his eyebrows were tightened: "I know it in my heart, so you can say a few words." Thinking back to the bitter decoction, her eyebrows tightened, and she glanced at her dissatisfiedly, "I don't think I'm bitter enough." ”

Dou Ahuai was silent and didn't dare to say anything more.

Dou Ahuai served her to lie down again, and when she leaned back on the brocade pillow, Ji Rong finally couldn't help but sigh faintly.

Thinking of the royal brother who had been obedient to her since she was a child, but now she repeatedly disobeyed her for a woman, she had a headache and anger.

I don't know what kind of magic Yin Shu used, a few months ago, Xun'er just faded her, but in recent days, she suddenly became pampered, and faintly had the idea of canonizing her as a concubine.

This is something that Ji Rong can't tolerate.

Dou Ahuai knew that half of her illness was due to cold, and half of it was angry.

Heart disease also needs a heart medicine doctor, so she said again: "At noon, someone came to the palace, and asked His Royal Highness if he was in good health, and said that the Holy Lord would come to visit him in person tomorrow." ”

"He wants to come, but this palace doesn't want to see him." Ji Rong's face was flat, "Pass the word, if anyone lets him in tomorrow, the palace will want him to look good." ”

The next day, Ji Xun had a closed door.

It was only three things, and after letting him eat twice behind closed doors, Ji Rong finally let him in.

Although Ji Xun was angry with her first two faux pases, she thought that the other party was her own sister and was sick on the couch, so it was not easy to have a seizure. A few words of greeting, and she sent them out by tiredness.

He didn't want to stay longer, but after sitting in the living room for a while, he didn't even say goodbye, got up and left.

Qu Xiaogong's father-in-law followed him step by step, and he also had a lot of complaints about the eldest princess in his heart.

The two walked for a while, and when they passed by a rockery, Ji Xun suddenly stopped.

I only heard a flickering light and heavy, slow and urgent sound from behind the rockery, the sound of the flute is heavy and falling, melodious, sometimes heavy like a mountain, sometimes light like a girl. It's indescribably fascinating.

Ji Xun listened for a while, and asked, "Who is playing the flute behind the mountain?" ”

The people behind the rockery were obviously startled, Xiao Sheng stopped abruptly, and froze on the spot.

After not receiving a response for a long time, Ji Xun couldn't help frowning.

Qu Xiaogonggong was slightly annoyed in his heart, and stepped forward and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost behind the mountain, and he doesn't come out quickly to see the driver." ”

The people behind the rockery were shocked again, but they didn't dare to delay, they walked out step by step with their heartstrings, and they didn't dare to look up, so they knelt on the ground with a plop: "The slave has seen the saint." ”

"Look up."

And the people of the earth lifted up their heads in fear.

Ji Xun looked at it with heavy eyes.

The melon seed has a small face, black hair, white skin like snow, delicate eyebrows and picturesque eyes, and a long cyan dress, lining her like a jasmine that has just been stained with spring dew on a spring morning, pure white and beautiful, fragrant and elegant. Evoking reverie.

"What's your name?"

"Light rhyme." She replied quietly.

"Light rhyme." He followed along, "It's an elegant name, what did you just blow?" ”

Qingyun lowered her eyelashes and answered truthfully: ""Memory". ”

This is the first time Qingyun has had close contact with the saint, and she is nervous and scared in her heart.

It wasn't until he looked at her that her forehead was sweating finely, and Ji Xun said unhurriedly: "Blow another song for me." ”

Qingyun didn't dare to hesitate, so she nodded "yes". I went with him to the water pavilion on the lotus pond next to him.

After blowing a song, Ji Xun asked her if she still had any talents, and she whispered the word "dance" in a soft voice. Like Yunu, she is the best at dancing.

Ji Xun enjoyed the dance, ate tea at the same time, and sat idly until the evening.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Qu Xiaogonggong asked in a low voice beside him: "Dinner is near, is the saint going back to the palace or is it just here?" ”

Qu Xiaogong's father-in-law was very reluctant to ask this, because he knew that the eldest princess had let go and restrained her subordinates. If you come here today, the people in the house will not be as attentive as usual, and I am afraid that they will not even prepare the dinner of the saint, so in their private hearts, they do not want the saint to stay for this meal.

However, Ji Xun was fascinated by the maid in front of him, and he didn't want to leave too early, so he ordered his subordinates to prepare dinner, and he wanted to eat here.

The wine made Zhi dizzy, and that night he did a ridiculous thing and forcibly took possession of her.

I woke up the next day with my pillow empty.

Ji Xun sat up with his head propped up, and his headache was unbearable. Under the service of Qu Xiaogong's father-in-law, after dressing and washing, he hurriedly left the eldest princess's mansion and rushed back to the palace.

Ji Rong got the news last night, but she didn't stop it. It's just a maidservant, so she naturally doesn't need to take it to heart.

After giving something to him, he doesn't pay attention to it.

Qingyun sat under the candle and looked at the things that the eldest princess had appreciated, her eyes were full of mist again, and she lowered her head and wept silently.

By the time the first snow of the year fell, Yunu was seven months pregnant, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger day by day, and her movements were becoming more and more clumsy and sluggish.

The closer the day gets, the more uncomfortable the pregnant woman's body becomes. I often have backache and leg pain, palpitations and sleeplessness, and I can't swallow food.

Mei Yanfeng was anxious about this and tried his best.

helped her walk around the yard every day, and massaged her legs and feet to relieve discomfort, worried that if she couldn't eat, malnutrition would affect the fetus, so he changed tricks to coax her to eat. She is a little different from the pregnant women next to her, who are emotionally disturbed in the first trimester, but she begins to be emotionally disturbed in the third trimester. The closer the day gets, the more fierce and fierce the trouble becomes, and he will cry at the slightest dissatisfaction, like an ignorant little girl, which breaks his heart.

His daily hardship is even better than that of a jade slave who is pregnant and has a seven-month-long belly.

That day and night, she was in a mood again.

The Weng family is poor and poor, and there is no earth dragon at home. In the cold winter, heavy snow falls. Mei Yanfeng was afraid that she would freeze, so he bought a lot of charcoal a few days earlier, and at this time the charcoal fire in front of the bed was red, and there was a hand stove soup woman on the bed to warm, and a thin slit was opened on the wooden window to breathe, and the room was also warm and comfortable.

"Why are you crying again?" The two sat on the head of the bed, Mei Yanfeng hugged her in his arms, and after collecting the quilt for her, he picked up her silk handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. There was some helplessness in his voice.

Yunu pursed her lips and didn't speak, burying her face in his chest. She was panicked, she just wanted to cry, but she couldn't tell why.

"Okay, cry and cry, drink this bowl of ginseng soup, it's time to rest soon." As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it twice, and then brought it to her lips, frowning slightly, "Obedient." ”

Yu Nu was really tired of drinking, she raised her thin eyebrows, and just as she was about to shake her head and say no, a warm palm was ushered in on her belly.

The big palm rubbed her big belly through the fabric for a while, and half-coaxed and half-forced the spoon to her mouth: "Good, obedient." ”

Yu Nu endured the discomfort and drank it, rinsed his mouth again, and took a sip of fragrant tea.

When she had done all this, she pressed her face into his arms again.

Mei Yanfeng stroked her long hair that was soft and smooth like silk satin, while lowering his head and whispering to her.

Most of the time he was talking, she was listening.

After listening to him for a while, the slave asked him to bring his own sewing basket, which contained the little clothes she had made for her unborn child.

Mei Yanfeng turned the candle in front of the bed a little brighter, her arms still held her in front of her, and she was still nestled in his chest, and she was carefully doing needlework with her head down by the candlelight.

Mei Yanfeng could only see her little black head, and if she wanted to see her expression at the moment, she needed to lower her head or raise her face.

After staring at her quietly for a moment, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheek: "Do it again during the day, don't hurt your eyes." ”

Yu Nu caressed his face by his fingers, and didn't look up: "It's good to lock the edge, it's almost there." ”

When you are pregnant, you are moody. Just now, she was crying and making trouble like an ignorant little girl, but now she is virtuous and pure like a little daughter-in-law.

Mei Yanfeng sighed secretly, quite unable to take her. Removing one hand from her little face, his hands reached out from behind her waist to hug her, burying his handsome face in her fragrant and delicate neck, and the warm and wide palms pressed tightly and seamlessly against her big belly.

My heart is very satisfied and calm.

The jade slave was sleepy before the edge was locked, and she didn't hold on, put down the needle and thread, and fell asleep with him in her arms.

The snow rustled outside the window, and the candles in the house flickered.

In the middle of the night, there was silence, and with a scream, the jade slave woke up from a nightmare.

"What's wrong? I'm here, don't be afraid! ”

Mei Yanfeng also woke up. Looking down and seeing that her face was as white as paper at the moment, her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, her eyes were shining and full of tears, and she was worried about it in her heart, and she was busy holding her in her arms and comforting her softly.

guessed that she probably had a nightmare, so she said, "It's all fake, it's all fake." Don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

Yunu cried out loud: "Xiaojin ......"

Mei Yanfeng's heart sank, and then said: "He's very good, I only wrote to ask some time ago." ”

"No, he's not good. He's so miserable now, so miserable to be tortured. Yunu shook his head and cried, his mind was full of nightmares, and he couldn't listen to his words at all, "I hurt him, I don't deserve to be his sister, I don't deserve to be ......" As he spoke, tears fell even more fiercely.

Mei Yanfeng sighed deeply and touched her head: "Don't cry, it's going to be soon, the time is coming." Your brother and sister will soon be able to see each other. ”

"Really?" Yunu opened her teary eyes, a little unconvinced.

Mei Yanfeng nodded solemnly: "Yes, believe me." ”

The jade slave approached his arms, sobbed and gradually stopped crying, and fell asleep again. But he always slept unsteadily, was frightened in his dreams, and the little hand that clenched his fingers never let go.

Mei Yanfeng stared at her sleeping face, and it was difficult to fall asleep. 166 Reading Network