Regardless of whether Wen Ziran's half-year appointment was true or not, it gave Mu Mingshu a glimmer of hope in the end, so that she could look forward to it, so that she would not feel that her life was gloomy.

She took medicine on time every day according to Wen Ziran's prescription, and when she woke up in the morning, she went to the imperial garden for a walk, and took a medicinal bath at night, and fell asleep very quickly.

After ten days like this, Mu Mingshu also felt the change in her body, since she gave birth to Zhao Ziyue, the weather was cold, her hands and feet were cold, and she couldn't stand the cold, and now that spring has not passed, she wants to wear a summer shirt.

The more he felt that his body was getting better, the more Mu Mingshu felt that there was hope for the future, although he would still think of Zhao Ziyue from time to time, but he would not toss himself hard, and there was a little more smile on his face.

Zhao Yiheng was happy and worried when he saw her like this, he liked to see Mu Mingshu like this, but he was afraid that in the end, all her expectations would be empty joy.

In mid-March, Liu and Yang Qinghe took Mu Mingyuan, Wen Yunyi and Wen Ziran's youngest son Wen Yunheng to Kyoto, and Mu Li and Wen Ziran personally went to the dock outside the city to pick up people.

Liu had been thinking about Zhao Ziyue in his heart, and when he saw Mu Li, he asked, "The eldest prince, is it really gone?" ”

She is a woman, and she is walking by water, and it is not easy to ask more people on the way, so she can only hold back all the way until she returns to Kyoto, and then she dares to ask.

Mu Li frowned and sighed slightly, but Wen Ziran took over: "When Ziran and his uncle arrived in Kyoto, the eldest prince had been buried in the imperial tomb for many days. ”

This could not be more obvious.

When Liu Shi heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, and he didn't dare to make a loud noise, so he only covered his mouth and cried: "Poor child." He also said: "What kind of sin did Ming Shu create in this life, why is he so miserable." ”

Mu Li saw that she couldn't hold back the more she cried, and wanted to reach out and take her into her arms, but when she saw so many juniors here, she stiffened for a while and took it back, and said, "Okay, don't cry, it's all over." He added: "She is not comfortable now, you can be careful when you enter the palace tomorrow to speak, don't help but poke her sore spot again." ”

Mu Mingshu knew that the Liu family and they came back today, and they ordered to go down early in the morning to ask the Mu family to enter the palace together and get together, so Mu Li said this.

Liu Shi smacked him: "I'm dozens of years old, don't you know this idea, I can't cry in front of her, can't I cry in front of you?" ”

When he entered the palace on the second day, the Liu family couldn't help it, but Yang Qinghe almost couldn't hold back, although Mu Mingshu's complexion is much better now, but it is much worse than two years ago.

As soon as she saw Mu Mingshu like this, she thought that the well-behaved and sensible Zhao Ziyue was gone, and she couldn't hold back her tears as soon as her nose was sore, but she was afraid that Mu Mingshu would think too much, so she lowered her head and wiped it away without a trace.

Mu Mingshu really didn't notice Yang Qinghe's movements, she held Wen Ziran's youngest son Wen Yunheng in her hand and teased, listening to his vague words, she also felt very happy, and she also thought that he would have another one one in the future, and he would definitely look like this.

Everyone had a smile on their faces, you and I were talking word by word, looking happy and peaceful, but they didn't expect that Mu Mingyuan, who had been silent since he entered the palace, couldn't help it.

He has played very well with Zhao Ziyue, the eldest nephew, since he was a child, and others say that now his eldest nephew is dead, but he doesn't believe it.

He pursed his lips tightly, and swallowed the words to his lips a few times, but he couldn't hold back: "Big sister, everyone says that Ziyue is dead, is it true?" Could it be a mistake? ”

The scene of joy and peace just now cooled down in an instant, Zhao Yiheng turned his head to look at Mu Mingshu violently, only to see that her face was blue and white for a while, and she couldn't speak, and Liu and Yang Qinghe were also anxious, for fear that Mu Mingyuan's words would make Mu Mingshu feel sad again.

"Presumptuous." Mu Li opened his mouth and scolded: "Have you read all the books you have read in the past few years?" ”

Mu Mingyuan was stubborn, he didn't even look at Mu Li, tears were in his eyes, and he choked up: "Big sister, Ziyue won't die like this, he must still be alive." ”

must still be alive, Mu Mingshu also thinks so, but if this is the case, then who is the person buried in the imperial mausoleum? If Zhao Ziyue is really alive and well, where is he? There was a throbbing pain in her heart, and the pain that had been forced down in her heart was dug out again, and the pain made her seem to be out of breath.

Zhao Yiheng frowned and reached out to hold Mu Mingshu's hand, but found that her hand was cold, without a trace of temperature, and the young Wen Yunheng sat on Mu Mingshu and tugged at her clothes tightly, not daring to move.

Mu Mingyuan was only immersed in his own grief, and he didn't notice Mu Mingshu's abnormality at all, and said, "Big sister, big brother-in-law, didn't you send someone to find him?" Is it true that just getting a random corpse is like he's dead? ”

"Bastard" Mu Li was furious, and reached out to slap Mu Mingyuan on the cheek, he hit it very much, and it only swelled up in an instant.

Mu Mingshu already felt that her eyes were dark, she blinked hard, but she felt more and more tired, Wen Ziran saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly said: "Hold her up." ”

Before his words fell, Mu Mingshu was already unconscious and fell backwards, if it weren't for Zhao Yiheng's quick eyes, he might not know where he would be hurt. And Wen Yunheng, who was sitting on Mu Mingshu, was startled, let go of his hand, fell to the ground, and sat up again, opening his mouth to cry, but he saw that everyone was swarming around Mu Mingshu, and he held back stiffly.

Mu Mingyuan was slapped in the face, and he felt that he was right, but seeing Mu Mingshu like this, he was also frightened, and he stood there motionless and didn't dare to move.

Mu Li was so angry that he pointed at him and wanted to scold a few words, but he was a child in the end, so what could he do if he scolded.

Mu Mingshu was in a hurry, forcibly poured the medicine down, and slept again, but he felt that it was nothing. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yiheng's anxious and worried eyes, Mu Mingshu wanted to say that it was okay, but when he opened his mouth, his mouth was full of bitterness.

Zhao Yiheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mu Mingshu and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but in the end, he lowered his head and bit her lip, and said helplessly: "But how is it good, you are becoming more and more delicate now, and my husband really can't wait to make you smaller and pretend to be good in my heart." ”

Mu Mingshu just cried, she reached out and hugged Zhao Yiheng's neck, put herself into his arms more and more, and stretched out her tongue to take the initiative to poke into his mouth.

Zhao Yiheng reached out to hug her, hugged her tightly, and responded to her with love and pity.

Since Zhao Ziyue's accident, he has never touched Mu Mingshu again, and now when he asked her to take the initiative, the thing under him involuntarily got up.

A simple kiss could no longer satisfy him, Zhao Yiheng tore Mu Mingshu's clothes with his bare hands, pulled the skirt around her waist, and heard Mu Mingshu whisper in his ear: "Give me a child"

The fire that Zhao Yiheng had just lit was extinguished in an instant, and Mu Mingshu's hand was still pulling his clothes weakly, not feeling that Zhao Yiheng was wrong at all.

She said: "It doesn't matter if it's a son or a daughter, just give me a child, right now, just give it now"

"Mingshu" Zhao Yiheng reached out and held Mu Mingshu's thin hands in the palm of his hand, looking at her with distressed eyes, but he didn't expect to see the turquoise belly pocket on her body, and he felt more and more dazzling.

"Mingshu, don't say stupid things, you are not in good health now, if there is a case, can you really bear to leave me alone in this world?"

Wen Ziran warned him more than once that Mu Mingshu's health was not good, and he had to recuperate for at least half a year, and now let alone having children, he couldn't even touch sex.

Zhao Yiheng's mother-in-law and adoptive mother are gone, but what he cares about is Zhao Ziyue and Mu Mingshu, and now even Zhao Ziyue has left, he values Mu Mingshu's body more than anyone else, how can he be willing to move her.

Mu Mingshu really stopped moving, and only cried in Zhao Yiheng's arms, saying that she was selfish or ruthless, and some things really didn't mean that she could let go of them.

It's not like much, after this time, Mu Mingshu's body that has only improved has begun to become unstable again, and it is the same as before, he is infected with a cold in three days and two days, and it may not be useful to take medicine, and he often burns and talks nonsense that others can't understand.

Wen Ziran looked ugly every time he came out of Mu Mingshu's dormitory. Zhao Yiheng has already grabbed him and asked a few times, and the answer is not very good each time, pay attention.

Every time Zhao Yiheng heard the news, he felt that the sky was about to fall, and he was worried every day, even if there was a case, that is, the rendito fold would also move to Mu Mingshu's bedroom, just to guard her.

When Mu Mingshu woke up that day, he felt that the spiritual platform was clear, and he no longer felt dazed, looking at the ray of sunshine sprinkled in outside the window, he suddenly felt that the weather was really good.

Zhao Yiheng saw that she was in better spirits, and there was a smile on her face, and she also accompanied Mu Mingshu with a bowl of bird's nest porridge, and the side dishes of the porridge were made green and refreshing, which provoked Mu Mingshu to eat a few more chopsticks.

Zhao Yiheng also said: "If you like it, you will make it in the imperial dining room tomorrow." ”

Mu Mingshu nodded in response and smiled sweetly.

But he didn't want to vomit all the breakfast furniture before noon, and he rolled his eyes when he vomited.

Miaoqin Miaoqi was frightened, one helped Mu Mingshu to rest, and the other pulled up an old lady doctor who was guarding the Kunning Palace and entered the hall.

The old lady knew that this queen lady was delicate and noble, and it was like going to half her life if she had a cold, so she was not surprised, but when she saw Mu Mingshu's complexion, she was also frightened, and she didn't even take the pulse pillow, and directly grabbed her wrist to check the pulse.

This time, she became more and more frightened, her lips trembled, and it took a long time before she squeezed out a sentence from her mouth: "Oh no, the queen mother is dying." ”

Mu Mingshu and these days, no matter how bad it is, there has never been such a thing as "no" from the imperial doctor, Miaoqin and Miaoqi glanced at each other, and they didn't even dare to cry.