"Miss, what should I do? More than a month has passed, and the prince has not yet written it, miss, has the prince forgotten about you, if it continues like this, the old man and the lady will definitely find out. Fan Yi stood in front of Lian Jiawen.

In a month, Lian Jiawen lost a lot of weight, she sat next to the piano, stroking the piano with her fingers, and singing the song of lovesickness.

"Fanyi, he'll be back, I believe him." After the song, Lian Jiawen stood up, and she was slender like a gust of wind that could blow her down.

"Miss." Looking at Miss's appearance, Fan Yi felt distressed for a while, and stepped forward to help: "Miss, the slave is also worried about you, Miss, if the prince comes over a few months late, Miss, you ......." "She really didn't want to go to that scene.

Poor young lady, why is she so confused.

"It's okay, just be careful, it'll be fine." Even Jiawen smiled bitterly, she didn't expect today's situation.

If she hadn't indulged herself and drunk that day, how could she be to this point.

"Wenwen." Lian Jiawen's mother, Mrs. Lian, came in with a bowl of ginger soup: "I heard the maid in the kitchen say that your appetite is not good this month, but you are sick, if you are sick, my mother will ask a doctor to show you and see you. Mrs. Lian took Lian Jiawen's hands and sighed silently in her heart.

As a mother, she has some knowledge of her daughter's heart.

The daughter likes King Rong'an, and she, who is a mother, can see it at a glance.

It's just that King Rong'an is a brother, the emperor's own brother, not someone they can think of.

"Mother, it's okay, it's just that the weather has been too stuffy recently, and I don't have the desire to eat." Lian Jiawen's face was unnatural.

"Mother boiled you a bowl of ginger juice, relieves your fatigue, drink it quickly, drink it better, and you will have an appetite." Mrs. Lian didn't break the woman's mind, but just persuaded on the side.

Lian Jiawen meekly picked up the bowl to drink.

Lian Jiawen is a typical Jiangnan person, not tall, with a delicate figure, elegant and gentle appearance.

Mrs. Lian looked at her daughter's protruding face because of her thinness, and felt distressed for a while, but in just one month, her daughter had lost so much weight, and she was almost unrecognizable.

"Gross." Lian Jiawen has been so bad these days that she can't eat anything, even if she drinks water, she will vomit.

As soon as she saw the smell of ginger ale, her stomach was already churning.

She covered her mouth and retched a few times, but she didn't vomit.

Mrs. Lian on the side looked at her, thinking of a certain possibility, her face turned pale, and her body was shaky There is only one thought in her heart, no, no, impossible.

Why, Wenwen is still a girl.

"All of you go down, Mama, you stand guard at the door."

"Yes." Mama Gui went out with a few maids with an expressionless face.

"Fanyi, what the hell is going on?" Mrs. Lian looked at Fan Yi, Fan Yi's eyes didn't dare to look at her, and she subconsciously avoided it.

"Ma'am." Fan Yi knew that this day would come sooner or later, so she knelt down in front of Mrs. Lian: "Madam, you must know it too, Miss...... Miss her. ”

She really couldn't say it.

"Whose child does it belong to, is it the prince's?" Mrs. Lian looked at her fixedly.

"Yes." Fan Yi hung her head.

"Nonsense, nonsense." Mrs. Lian's body trembled even more when she heard this, and she slapped Lian Jiawen with her backhand, Lian Jiawen covered her face and didn't say a word.

It's true that she was wrong, she shouldn't have had a relationship with someone else before she was married and she was pregnant with a child.

She didn't have the face to face her mother.

"From childhood to adulthood, the books you read and the women you learn have all been learned in the belly of a dog, right? Wenwen, what's the matter with you, how could you make such a mistake. That person is the prince, the king of Rong'an, according to your temperament, you are not suitable to be a princess at all, and you are not suitable to compete with others for favor, you are so confused, so confused. "Even Madame really wants to die.

"Mother, if you want to blame your daughter, blame it, mother, I'm sorry for you, and I'm even more sorry for you and your father's nurturing grace." Lian Jiawen knelt in front of Mrs. Lian and cried loudly.

"Confused, confused." Mrs. Lian's angry mind was dizzy: "My mother told you since I was a child, the runner is a concubine, and the runner is a concubine, why are you so careless." ”

"The prince is the emperor's brother and the virtuous king, and the emperor must be in charge of his marriage. The emperor is in charge, how can the position of the prince's wife be your turn, and you are pregnant now, it is impossible to sit in the position of the lord, now point to the emperor for the sake of your father's diligence as an official, and give you a side concubine, otherwise, your identity is not as good as a concubine. "In this life, what a woman wants is to be able to marry a good husband.

"Mother." Lian Jiawen's tears flowed out silently: "Mother, my daughter is not right, I beg my mother to promise my daughter one thing." ”

"Okay, my mother has her own measure, I will hide it from your father, but in your current situation, can I hide it for you for one day, can I hide it for two days? Wenwen, what to do next, I still have to discuss with your father, no matter what, your father is also the governor of Liangjiang, if your father speaks, the prince will definitely be able to hear it. Even Mrs. sighed, so far, there is no point in beating and scolding, now I just hope that the prince is a man who dares to be a man, otherwise, Wenwen's situation is really worrying.

Lian Jiawen was pregnant, and she did not hide it from Lian Zicang.

That day, Lian Zicang came back from outside, and remembered that he hadn't gone to see his daughter for a long time, so he went directly to Lian Jiawen's house.

When he approached, Mama Gui was standing at the door, saw him coming, and saluted loudly: "Master, you are here." ”

Lian Zicang nodded.

Lian Jiawen in the room was retching, and she didn't hear Mama Gui's loud salute.

Mrs. Lian was in a hurry, and by the time she realized that Lian Zicang had come, it was already too late.

"What's going on?" Lian Zicang's face was gloomy.

"Sir." Mrs. Lian stepped forward: "It's not a big deal, it's Wenwen who has a cold and is a little sick to her stomach." ”

"How long are you going to lie to me?" Lian Zicang is not a fool, and it is impossible for him not to think about Wenwen's abnormality.

"Master, it's really nothing serious, Wenwen can rest at home for two days."

"It's okay, what are you nervous about?" Lian Zicang looked at her coldly: "Mama Gui, you go and ask a doctor to come over, Miss is sick, she can get better in the house, it's been more than a month, Miss hasn't gone anywhere, just stay in the house." ”

"Daddy." Lian Jiawen knelt down in front of Lian Zicang: "Dad, if you want to blame me, it's my daughter who is shameless and has done something that shames my father, Dad, it's my daughter who is wrong, it's okay if my father wants to beat or scold, it has nothing to do with my mother." ”