The days slipped by like water, and soon it was the end of the year. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wei Yan has been staying in the palace and has never returned to the palace for more than a month. The same is true of the Chinese New Year's Eve, who only sent Tiandong back to send a letter back. Apologies leap between the lines.

"Ashu, I'm sorry, you just married me, and you have to stay alone. The emperor's condition has not improved, and it is really difficult for me to get out and return home. This New Year, only Ah Xiao is with you......"

Next, he talked about the situation in the palace in general.

The chronic poison in An Wang is very domineering and there is no cure. After a few days of agony, King An starved to death. I heard that the death was very miserable.

Both the crown prince and the emperor fell ill, and the crown prince ordered King An to be buried. The cell boss who poisoned King An that day was sentenced to the Nine Clans.

As for the culprit King Yan, the imperial grandson did not order to deal with it, but only ordered someone to reduce King Yan's meal by seventy. I can't eat all day, I'm hungry and panicked, and King Yan doesn't have the strength to do anything again.

When Ling Jingshu saw this, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

The emperor's grandson's hand is really powerful. not only punished King Yan, but also did not leave the handle.

King Yan is now locked up in prison, and it is not difficult for the imperial grandson to want King Yan's life, as long as the arrangements are made properly, there is no need to do it himself. But if he really did this, the emperor would inevitably be suspicious when he knew it. It's better to keep King Yan's life like now. Wait for the emperor to wake up before making a decision.

That condensed and proud boy has really grown up. It's enough to take on the heavy responsibility on your shoulders!

Ling Jingshu's mind quickly moved away from the imperial grandson, and she looked down at the letter again.

"The emperor's illness is very tricky and cannot be cured. If you take care of it properly, you may be able to live for two more years. The eldest sister has been established for less than a year, and her foundation in the palace is unstable. I will do my best, and I will definitely continue my life for the emperor. In the future, I am afraid that I will have to live in the palace permanently, and I will not be able to go back to accompany you often. Ashu, I'm sorry. ”

Fool, what to say sorry?

Empress Wei is his most beloved eldest sister, and now she is also her relative. Of course, she hoped that Empress Wei would gain a firm foothold in the palace.

Ling Jingshu read the letter, sighed with emotion, and quickly wrote a reply letter for Tiandong to take back to the palace.

After finishing all this, Ling Xiao happened to come over too.

With Ling Xiao by his side, and Bai Yuqiaoyun by his side, this New Year is not lonely.

……

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the emperor's condition did not improve.

The prince's health gradually improved, and he began to go to the court again. The pressure on the imperial grandson suddenly decreased a lot, and he began to enter the palace again.

The crown princess now lives in the palace, and when she saw the imperial grandson, she inevitably had to babble a few words: "Ah Yao, after the New Year, Nian'er is already two years old." It's time for you to remarry. Our prince's mansion is thin, and now there is only one Nian'er. It is only right for you to marry a wife, have more children, and spread out branches and leaves for the Yang family......"

The imperial grandson, who was deaf in the past, listened silently for a moment, and suddenly responded: "What the mother concubine said is true." It's time for me to remarry. ”

The crown princess didn't expect to persuade her son so easily, she was both surprised and delighted, and she couldn't speak: "Are you really willing to remarry?" ”

The imperial grandson nodded indifferently.

The crown princess was overjoyed: "Okay, good, this is really good." What do you like, tell me quickly. I'll choose the famous lady you like. ”

As he spoke, he quickly figured it out in his mind.

The daughter of the Shangshu family of the Criminal Department? No, the appearance is too ordinary.

The third lady of the Pingyuan Marquis Mansion? No, not smart enough.

No matter what, you have to pick one who is both talented and good-looking, not weaker than Jiang Rongyue. However, if you want to choose someone who looks better than Ling Jingshu, I'm afraid it's not easy......

The crown princess's vague thoughts, the imperial grandson doesn't know and doesn't care.

The woman she likes has been married to a wife, and she has no fate in this life. His wife, who once loved him deeply, passed away. What does it matter who you marry next?

As long as the crown princess looks pleasing to the eye and has a supple temperament.

As for the heirs, of course, there will be them in the future. However, no matter how many children there are, they will definitely not be able to cross Nian'er.

……

The crown princess was overjoyed, and soon released the news that she wanted to choose the princess. The famous ladies who think they are qualified to compete for the princess are inevitably moved by the wind and secretly happy in their hearts.

This news also spread quickly in the capital.

Even Ling Jingshu, who stayed in the house all day, knew about it from the chatter of the maids.

It has been nearly two years since Jiang Rongyue's death, and it is only natural that the imperial grandson will remarry. Ling Jingshu thought in her heart, she didn't pay attention to these, lowered her head and started needlework again.

Embroidered in her hand was a small pale green belly pocket.

The belly pocket is small, not much bigger than a slap. It is carefully embroidered with cute animal motifs.

Bai Yu also accompanied him to do needlework, and said, "Miss, this needlework hurts the eyes the most." You'd better rest more! Just let the slave do it. The craftsmanship of the embroiderers in the house is also excellent. ”

Ling Jingshu pursed her lips and smiled disappreciatively: "Don't worry, I know my own body best." When you have nothing to do, just do some needlework to pass the time. Won't tire yourself out. ”

"There are many ways to pass the time. The slave and maid fetch some idle books. Qiao Yun neatly picked up a stack of idle books.

Ling Jingshu couldn't resist the kindness of the maids, so she had to stop the needlework in her hand with a smile, and took an idle book at random and read it.

It has been more than two months since she got married, and her menstrual affairs have not come.

Last month, she had a vague premonition, and she kept silent, until a few days ago, she invited a doctor to come, and sure enough, she was diagnosed with a happy pulse.

It's a pity that Wei Yan is still in the palace and hasn't returned home, and he doesn't know that he is going to be a father.

Ling Jingshu stroked her lower abdomen, which had not yet bulged, and a gentle and shallow smile appeared on her slightly drooping face.

Bai Yu couldn't help but say: "Miss is happy, such good news, send someone into the palace to send a letter!" The queen must have been very happy to hear this. If you can't say it, I'll let my uncle go home! ”

Only three days after getting married, Wei Yan was summoned into the palace. I haven't been back for more than two months.

The young lady is really pitiful, she has to stay alone in the empty boudoir when she first gets married. Now she is pregnant, and she has no husband by her side.

Ling Jingshu saw Bai Yu's face was angry, and couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry. After three months, the fetus is stable, and it is not too late for someone to send a letter to the palace. ”

In the warm afternoon, the master and servant sat under the tree, whispering in the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Outside the courtyard gate, Wei Yan, who hurried back from the palace, strode over. Before he could reach the door, he couldn't wait to shout: "Auntie, I'm back!" ”

It's Wei Yan!

He's finally back!

……

Ling Jingshu's heart trembled and she stood up.

The handsome man who came quickly under the sun strode in front of him with an eager face and hugged her into his arms: "Ashu, it's me, I'm back." ”

Ling Jingshu's tears welled up, and the grievances that had been suppressed for more than two months suddenly came out, and she choked up and said, "It's been so long since you left, and you still know how to come back." ”

The newlywed disappeared three days ago, and she lived alone in the empty and deserted Wei Mansion, how could she not be lonely and lonely? If it weren't for Ling Xiao and Bai Yu by their side, life would have been even more difficult.

Wei Yan listened to the intermittent low sobs in his arms, feeling guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect so many things to happen all of a sudden." I'm in the palace, and I actually think about you every day......"

He didn't know how much he wanted to come back to see her. But the emperor is not out of danger for a day, and he, the imperial doctor, cannot be idle. Even if Empress Wei was his eldest sister, he would never dare to let him out of the palace at such a critical time.

Wei Yan didn't say these truths, Ling Jingshu was also very clear in her heart, and she could understand them. It's just that no matter how generous the words are, there is always something bad in my heart.

Bai Yu and Qiaoyun glanced at each other and retreated with tacit understanding. left this world to the newlyweds who had been separated for more than two months.

Ling Jingshu snuggled in Wei Yan's arms and cried for a long time before she gradually stopped.

Wei Yan lowered his head, wiped her tears carefully, kissed her on the forehead lovingly, and reluctantly moved to her lips. For the first time in her life, Ling Jingshu put aside all her reserves, and kissed Wei Yan outside the house, inseparable.

Wei Yan soon became unbearably hot, and her big hands nimbly climbed onto her soft chest.

His hand was caught.

"It's nonsense again!" Ling Jingshu's face flushed with an intoxicating flush, and she glared at him coquettishly: "Don't look at what kind of place this is." ”

Wei Yan's eyes were deep and his breath was short: "Let's go back to the house." ”

What to do when you go back to the house, you don't have to think about it.

Ling Jingshu smiled suddenly, didn't say anything, only took his big hand and put it on his flat lower abdomen.

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ling Jingshu suspiciously: "What's wrong?" Do you have an upset stomach? ”

Ling Jingshu smiled: "Fool! You're still a doctor! ”

Wei Yan was stunned again, and only reacted after a while, looking at Ling Jingshu's stomach in disbelief, and couldn't speak: "You, are you, are you?" ”

It is rare to see Wei Yan look stupid.

Ling Jingshu couldn't help laughing, and simply stretched out her right hand: "If you come to check my pulse, everything will be clear." ”

Wei Yan studied medicine since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many people he has diagnosed. This time was the most nervous and exciting in his life. Even the fingers on Ling Jingshu's wrist trembled slightly.

He forced himself to restrain his excitement and concentrate on the pulse.

Sure enough, it's a happy pulse!

She became pregnant with his child. They're going to have children!

Wei Yan withdrew his hand, looked down at her, wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. His eyes gradually flashed with water, and he cried with joy.

"Wei Yan, we're going to be our father." The corners of Ling Jingshu's eyes were also a little moist, and her voice was full of tenderness: "Are you happy?" ”

"Of course I'm happy." Wei Yan didn't dare to use his strength, so he hugged her softly and whispered in her ear: "Ashu, I'm so happy." I'm still dazed. ”

He had long been prepared for a lifetime of solitude. Before he met her, he thought that he would live alone and lonely like this for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, God did not treat him lightly. gave Ling Jingshu to him.

He has a beloved wife and soon a child of his own.

At this moment, he is the happiest man in the world.

He took her hand.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

…… (To be continued.) )