Lan Yu'er didn't give much time, and the storyteller was a refreshing one, so he went to Su Mingyue with the story the next day.

"Sir, what are you talking about today?"

was helped by the maid to sit on the soft couch by the window, Su Mingyue rarely had the interest to speak, her body was inconvenient, her identity was special, even if Yaxing could not enjoy it in person, so that she would be tired of listening to landscape travelogues every day.

"Madame, are you tired of hearing that?" The storyteller had an idea, borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and was worried that he couldn't find an excuse to change the content of the story.

The day before yesterday, I picked the Dongcheng landscape chronicles, a total of eighteen articles, just said two articles and changed temporarily, once it spreads, his reputation will have to be smashed, and he is grateful to Lan Yuer, and Mr. Storyteller cherishes his feathers.

If there is no big change, he will only be a storyteller for the rest of his life.

"I just got a new story a few days ago, from Zhao Kingdom, do you think this is done?" Mr. Storyteller asked tentatively.

On the first day, he was asked not to mention half of Zhao Guo's affairs, although Lan Yu'er was relieved at the moment, but Su Mingyue saw that there was a story that could not withstand the destruction, and Mr. Storyteller really did not dare to act rashly.

Scratching her heart and wanting to know the news of Emperor Shengxi, Su Mingyue lowered her eyebrows and hesitated, not forgetting that she was in Lan Zhengguo, for fear of causing trouble to Du Ruonan and Lan Yu'er.

Being able to take the risk of going to Zhao to pick her up is already a deep love.

She couldn't joke with the friendship.

It is Mr. Storyteller's forte, and when he saw Su Mingyue's low eyebrows, he immediately knocked on the shocking wood.

"Today's storytelling is not false, just say that a distant relative of mine brought back from Zhao State, the former Ming Jun was dizzy, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains paid the prime minister's hand, add wine back to the lamp sheng song, do not hear the white bones in the middle of the night, mourn ......"

Su Mingyue understood this opening.

The storyteller came prepared.

In the past, those who were strictly guarded by Lan Yuer Du Ruonan were all spread out in front of them, only one sentence, which was unsightly.

"I understand the first half of this paragraph, what is said about the Emperor of Zhao abandoning the government, so what does the second half mean? Listening to it, I was confused, why did I jump to the white bone mourning? Su Mingyue couldn't help but interrupt Mr. Storyteller.

In her heart, Emperor Shengxi has always been wise and martial.

Only did something wrong in the matter of Su Zhiyu, it was also a villain who took a crooked path, and when he found out the truth and turned back, Emperor Shengxi would realize Su Zhiyu's goodness and create a good story of harmony between monarchs and ministers.

How did you hear what Mr. Storyteller meant, Emperor Shengxi is hopelessly ill?

"Don't be in a hurry to listen to me slowly, this white bone mourning refers to two things, one is the tax of the previous dynasty, and the other is related to the emperor's wife, Empress Su." Appeased Su Mingyue, Mr. Storyteller quickly got to the point.

The imperial power is on the sidelines, and only the people suffer.

No matter what kind of officials in power are, the result is the same: one percent tax is added today, another tax is added tomorrow, and all kinds of chaotic taxes drain all the food in the hands of the people, and the people can only starve to death on the roadside if they have nothing to eat.

"What is strange is that Emperor Zhao obviously has a deep love for Empress Su, but he does not let Empress Su live in peace after her death." Aiming at Su Mingyue's face and grasping the degree, Mr. Storyteller tried his best to whitewash the peace.

But digging up the coffin and exhuming the corpse is not reasonable after all.

Su Mingyue was even more shocked for a long time, and signaled that today would be over.

didn't notice anything unusual, Mr. Storyteller secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and forgot to talk back to Lan Yu'er, I was really afraid that Su Mingyue would have some accidents.

Human life is at stake, and he can't afford to take responsibility.

As soon as the husband left, there was no sound in the room, Su Mingyue sat on the soft couch and looked out the window in a daze, her mind was empty, she no longer had the strength to investigate how Emperor Shengxi became what she is now.

In the evening, the people on the street came and went, and the lanterns under the eaves were lit lively, and then the troupe came to set up the stage, and the soft words were heartwarming.

The clever took the opportunity to sell preserved fruit snacks to the crowd listening to the play, and the back basket was empty, and the much-anticipated night market also opened.

I heard that it was Su Zhiyu's proposal.

For just two hours a night, the tax revenue of the East Side quadrupled in a year.

The people praised Lin Fanchen for being a good official, and spontaneously offered Lin Fanchen's longevity card at home. It was also some time ago that Yu'er said that Su Mingyue realized how wrong Emperor Shengxi was.

I haven't listened to someone in the house for a long time, and my grandmother is not at ease.

"Girl, it's time for dinner, today the kitchen has made a new medicinal chicken, boiled with hawthorn in white water, appetizing and not cooling." Mama said as she beckoned the maid to take the food box.

Things were placed on the table, and Su Mingyue didn't see any movement, Mama was strange, she turned her head to see that her mouth was open and closed, but there was no sound.

"What's wrong with the girl?"

Scared, Su Mingyue was examined from head to foot, there was no problem at all, and Mama was in tears, "It's okay this morning, why is it suddenly silent?" The dead girl was still stunned for what to do, and hurriedly went to report to the princess Du. ”

In response, the maid crawled into Chonghua Building.

Du Ruonan, who was settling accounts, was shocked, and hurriedly inquired about what Su Mingyue had done and eaten all day.

Knowing that Su Mingyue only watched the scenery and listened to the storytelling, and even ate only two pieces of preserved sour fruits, Du Ruonan lifted her skirt and asked, "Do you know what Mr. Storyteller said?" ”

"The gentleman came to the book through the screen, and the girl planned to guard the slaves and maids at the door, and it was not true to hear it from a distance, and I vaguely knew that it was a negative book." The maid thought for a moment and said. 400

"Then you go to the palace and invite Yu'er and Zhao Langzhong."

ordered the maid, entered the Mingyue Tower, and blamed everyone for taking care of the poor and fined the monthly money, so Du Ruonan dared to step on the third floor.

Seriously calculated, it was she who neglected Su Mingyue.

After taking people back to Dongcheng, he waited for them with good food and drink, and found any novelty to send to Mingyue Building, and did not ask Su Mingyue if he liked it, Du Ruonan held his breath and wanted to build Chonghua Building into the second Ruoyu First Floor, and naturally had less time to accompany Su Mingyue.

The rain is also busy.

The entire Yaowang Mansion needs her to take care of it, and Lin Zheng can't do without people around him, so naturally he doesn't have much time to take care of Su Mingyue.

Hearing that Su Mingyue lost her voice, Lan Yu'er didn't dare to come, so under the pretext of taking care of Lin Zheng, she only sent someone to send Zhao Langzhong.

"Doctor Zhao, help Mingyue take a look, why is it silent." Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, looking forward to Dr. Zhao, Du Ruonan urged repeatedly, and she decided to accompany Su Mingyue more with guilt.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Du, let me see a doctor."

first checked Su Mingyue's pulse, and then checked Su Mingyue's lips and tongue, Zhao Langzhong muttered. The pulse is weak and weak, showing that Su Mingyue is depressed in her heart, and her fetus is unstable, so she needs to take fetal medicine.

The prescription had already been given to Du Ruonan, and Du Ruonan found a maid with two sharp hands and feet to take care of her, and the maids said that they had seen Su Mingyue drink the medicine with their own eyes, once in the morning and once in the evening, and it didn't fall every day.

And Su Mingyue's lips and tongue were carefully examined, and there were no external injuries.

The more he pondered, the more wrong it became, Zhao Langzhong pulled Du Ruonan out of the house, picked a corner and said: "I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have seen a lot of strange things, such as Su Niangzi's case. ”

"It's an eight-year-old boy, hiding under the bed to see his father and brother tragically die at the hands of the gangsters, and when he sent it, he was unable to speak without injuries, and he was hit hard, I don't know what Su Niangzi encountered today that caused her to lose her speech, which can only be opened by herself."

Zhao Langzhong regretted that he couldn't help the patient.

He didn't forget to re-prescribe the fetal pills, and added two flavors to the recipe to relieve depression and calm the nerves, so that Su Mingyue could eat and sleep more peacefully.

"Dare to ask Lang Zhong if there is anything else to pay attention to?" Du Ruonan guessed that the problem was with Mr. Storyteller, and he would tie someone up and ask him for clarification later.

"Good birth to solve Su Niangzi, her fetus is unstable, at this time, the miscarriage will kill people, and others can only obey the fate of heaven." Zhao Langzhong sighed and left with the medicine box.

He couldn't help much if he stayed.

was frightened by Zhao Langzhong, Du Ruonan guarded Su Mingyue inch by inch, and even Su Zhiyu came to ask for a storyteller, and Su Mingyue was angry and laughing.

Grabbing Du Ruonan's hand, Su Mingyue wrote into the palm of her hand to reassure her.

"How can I feel at ease if you're like this?"

"In the past, if I was wronged, you can say anything, I can clean up those bastards on the spot, but now I can't even say what I want to eat, what will I do in the future?"

Thinking that Su Mingyue would be oppressed by Diao Nu, Du Ruonan first pretended to cry aggrievedly, and deceived Su Mingyue into raising her hand and swearing that she would take care of herself and not be wronged at all.

"Then the fetal medicine must be taken, I am waiting to hold my nephew." Du Ruonan smiled.

Fooled.

Tickling Du Ruonan with great effort, Su Mingyue bent her eyes to discuss the child's clothes with her.

Because of Langzhong's instructions, Su Mingyue couldn't do needlework.

Du Ruonan took over the clothes after the birth of the child, sewed them by hand, and the tiger head shoes and tiger head hats were vivid, and the guests who were accidentally seen rushed to buy them.

"The boys and girls are all ready, Yu'er will definitely shout at me when she sees it, Mingyue, you just need to think about the child in your womb now, and wait for the child to be born." Du Ruonan instructed Su Mingyue again.

Su Mingyue nodded.

nested on the soft couch and talked again, seeing that Su Mingyue was sleepy, Du Ruonan immediately asked the maid to wait for her to sleep.

At this time, a grandmother crept in and whispered: "Master Su ordered the slave maid to pass the word, Mr. Storyteller invited him to have tea in Chonghua Building, and asked the lady if she wanted to meet her." ”

"You're here to watch, I'll be back in a moment." Her eyes lit up, and she walked out of the house lightly, Du Ruonan gritted her teeth, she wanted to see what kind of tongue this bastard had chewed.

Listening to Du Ruonan going downstairs in a hurry, Mama hurriedly entered the house to put down the bed curtain for Su Mingyue, and looked at Su Mingyue's open eyes, trembling with fright.

"The girl hasn't slept yet, but she needs something to eat?" Mama asked while wiping a cold sweat.

Su Mingyue nodded and shook her head again.

She couldn't sleep and didn't want to eat.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw Emperor Shengxi, how could she not match the faint monarch in the mouth of the storyteller, she was cautious.

Lying with her eyes open, lying in a daze, Su Mingyue suddenly felt a twisting pain in her abdomen, as if she had been pricked by a needle, and her legs were also wet and sticky, which was really uncomfortable.

Could it be......

The pupils constricted, her eyes widened, Su Mingyue screamed, stretched out her hand to pinch the dozing grandmother on the side of the bed, and was so anxious that tears and cold sweat broke out together.