Before dawn, there was a commotion in the depths of the Forbidden Palace.

Feng Zhaoyi got up very early, personally went to the kitchen to prepare the meal for Le'er, and called the palace people to come forward, and said, "Yesterday, the princess cried many times late at night, you went to the imperial medicine hospital to ask Lord Lin to come over to check the pulse." ”

The palace people agreed to go, Feng Zhaoyi vaguely heard the sound of Suosuo inside, and hurriedly entered the hall, and saw Le'er turn over from the brocade quilt, and when she saw Feng Zhaoyi, she smiled, stretched out her little arm, and called in a milky voice: "Mother...... Feng Zhaoyi, who called ...... mother, softened her heart, hurriedly went over to hug her, and said, "Baby, get up, little lady will dress you." ”

Le'er threw herself into Feng Zhaoyi's arms, giggling, Feng Zhaoyi was waiting for the princess to get dressed, and there were words in her mouth: "Le'er, your eldest mother is about to give birth to your little brother, are you happy?" ”

Le'er still stared at her with round eyes and smiled, Feng Zhaoyi's eyes were warm, and she almost burst into tears, and said in a mournful voice: "When the time comes, you will go to Luanming Palace, the little lady is really reluctant to let you go." ”

Le'er seemed to know something, and stroked her face with her hand, pouting and calling with a smile: "Mother...... Mother......"

Feng Zhaoyi smiled and said, "Hello...... belched ......" responded several times, only to feel that even my heart was about to be crushed.

Zhao Zhen was congratulated by the prince and courtiers in the Funing Palace, and went to the Pingle Hall after lunch. Feng Zhaoyi has never been blessed since the death of Princess Lu, she has long been accustomed to guarding the palace wall in the cold and cold, living a miserable life. Su Rili doesn't like to walk around with her, always closes the door, and hardly steps through the door.

When the chamberlain stepped forward to tell that the official family was coming, she still didn't believe it, and it wasn't until Zhao Zhen walked to the door of the palace that she led everyone to hurry forward to greet her.

Zhao Zhen was also cold to her, just a little support, and said, "I'll come and see Le'er." ”

Feng Zhaoyi didn't have much joy, and there was nothing else on his face except respect, and said: "It's unfortunate that the official family came, and Le'er hasn't woken up from a nap yet." ”

Zhao Zhen walked to the bottom of the corridor and saw that there was a stove placed on the side of the steps, and a casserole was placed on the stove, and white foam came out of the pot, boiling and gurgling. Feng Zhaoyi hurriedly wrapped the porcelain lid in a rag and removed it, and gently stirred it with a silver spoon.

Zhao Zhen saw that she was doing everything herself, and couldn't help frowning: "Is there no palace maid in the palace?" and did these things. ”

Feng Zhaoyi was not as afraid of Zhao Zhen as before, she had no expectations in her heart, and she was not afraid of any more disappointments. She replied: "The princess didn't sleep well at night, Lord Lin opened a few pairs of calming medicinal porridge, and the concubine didn't worry about letting others do it, so she asked the palace people to move the stove under the porch and personally guard the cooking." ”

The cold wind blowing through the hall blew on her face, and the peaceful and warm look made everything around her quiet, as if the slightest movement would alarm the heavens and the earth.

She straightened up and said, "The official family is going to the warm pavilion quickly, it's cold outside." ”

Zhao Zhen nodded, and was about to enter, when he suddenly heard a soft and soft voice outside the hall door calling: "Sister Feng......"

When the chamberlain opened the door, the Miao maid saw the imperial guard of honor in the courtyard, and knew that the official family was coming, so she was busy booing and wanted to retreat, but she heard Zhao Zhen say under the corridor: "Come in." ”

Only then did Miao Yunu go inside, and the blessed body asked for peace: "The official family is safe." ”

The sixteen-year-old girl has her own intoxicating girlish atmosphere, she combs a clear bun, presses a few plum blossoms in plain white, wears a silver and white chrysanthemum blue collar gauze skirt, covered with red satin armor, and the empty Yingying grip around her waist, which is extremely pitiful.

Feng Zhaoyi smiled: "Are you here to see the princess?" ”

Miao Imperial Girl has been in the palace for a long time, and has only been fortunate twice, at this time, seeing Zhao Zhen wearing a vermilion dragon robe and standing tall and jade, not angry and self-righteous in the world, she was a little shy, and said with a red face: "I heard that Princess Fukang didn't sleep well at night, so I made some red bean sweet drink, and I heard that it is very effective for children to lie restless at night." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled: "It's rare for you to know these things at such a young age." ”

When the Miao royal girl heard the praise of the official family, her face turned a little red, and she said coquettishly: "When the concubine was at home, she saw her mother feeding her younger brother, so she wrote it down. As she was talking, a palace maid stepped forward and said, "Zhaoyi Niangniang, the princess is awake." ”

Feng Zhaoyi didn't care about being here, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and went inside.

Everyone teased the princess, it was getting late, Feng Zhaoyi didn't want Zhao Zhen to intentionally stay overnight, and couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and said euphemistically: "The princess has been crying all night recently, and the concubine is afraid that she will not be able to sleep peacefully for fear of disturbing the holy car." ”

Zhao Zhen didn't comment, and said, "Let's go to the Flying Feather Pavilion." ”

When Miao heard that the holy driver was going to her own hall, she was overjoyed, and forgot the etiquette of the monarch and ministers for a while, and said in a daze: "Is this true? ”

Zhao Zhen saw that she looked immature and a little childish, so he laughed twice unconsciously, and said warmly: "Naturally, you can say nothing." As he spoke, he took her little hand and walked step by step to the palace street.

The next day, the official family issued an order to seal the Miao Imperial Maiden as the Zhengliupin Baolin, move to the Pingle Palace, and serve the princess with Feng Zhaoyi.

Because Mo Lan has had analgesia in his abdomen recently, and there is still more than half a month before the delivery date, the entire imperial hospital is nervous, and the doctors dare not go home all night long, and they have to run to Luan Ming Hall dozens of times a day, for fear that if they are a little negligent, their lives will be lost.

Zifei originally wanted to talk to Mo Lan about himself and Congguang, but when he walked to the Luan Ming Palace, he didn't dare to say it when he looked at the appearance of being on guard outside the hall, for fear of annoying Mo Lan.

Congguang is eager to know the answer, and he is annoyed by entering the palace every day. In winter, there are few people coming and going in Tongjian Hall, and the two of them sit in the pavilion in the back garden, looking at the pool full of ice water and talking.

Zifei's eyes were a little fluttering, and he said softly: "Actually, I am very greedy, coveting the position of the main mother. When I was very young, I wondered why I couldn't call my own mother my mother, but I had to call my aunt. Why is it that if the father comes to the mother's room several times, those subordinates will secretly say that the mother seduces the father behind his back? I don't know why, when the guests asked my father about the family, he never said that I was as if I didn't exist. ”

Congguang listened to her quietly, looked at her with pity in his eyes, and called softly: "Zifei ......."

Zifei shook his head with tears, and said: "In the first few years after entering the palace, my father would sometimes give himself a few words, and after the death of my mother, the father and daughter were like duckweed, and they had nothing to do with each other, and they went their own way. Later, my father died, and I became an orphan. Yes, I am Lu Yijian's niece, so others will take care of me a little more when they hear about it, but only I know that the so-called uncle has never looked at me since I was a child. For me, there is nothing to look forward to in the future, because I am a concubine and I am born inferior. Speaking of this, tears finally fell from my eyes.

Congguang stretched out his hand to help her brush it off, and he was speechless for a while, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

After a long time, she stopped crying and continued: "It wasn't until I met you that I felt that there were new hopes and fantasies in my life, and I felt a little, oh, it turns out that I, Lu Zifei, also have a lot of self-esteem, and I can also be happy, and the future is not so lonely and terrible, I can also rely on it." She turned her head to look at Congguang and said, "I'm not afraid of being your side room, nor am I afraid that I will be snubbed by you one day, I'm just afraid that everything will return to the original point, I'm just afraid that I will be the same as my mother, and my child will be the same as myself." ”

Although there are several half-sisters and brothers in the family, he has always treated them generously, and he has never felt that they are inferior, and they are exactly the same in terms of food, housing and food. Therefore, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Zifei's identity, and he couldn't understand what she was afraid of.

Today, when he suddenly heard Zifei talk about this, he couldn't help but feel a lot of waves in his heart, he was sad, sad that he had never really thought about her, and only blindly forced her.

Sometimes, they are like two long, long parallel lines, with similar habits, hobbies, opinions, and pleasures, cherishing and admiring each other, but they go in two different directions, he keeps going east, and she goes west. He has always wanted to work hard to get close to her, but she is getting farther and farther away from his original intention.

Fortunately, from the beginning to the present, he has never changed his mind, he can only wait.

In the middle of the night, Mo Lan suddenly had abdominal pain that could not be stopped, because it was fifteen, and the official family stayed in the Ciyuan Palace. Qingqiu sent someone to tell him, Yan Wenying listened, did not dare to slack off, woke up the emperor and queen who were sleeping deeply, and went to Luanming Hall together.

There was a thin winter rain in the sky, the two lines of palace lights moved rapidly in the cold night, and the palace doors gradually opened, Zhao Zhen was so anxious that he couldn't even hold an umbrella, got off the sedan chair, and rushed to the palace. The queen followed behind her, looking at the official family in a panic, and she didn't dare to say much, but only softly instructed her maid Wanqing: "Go find some old ginger and boil some soup and drink it, and present it to the official family." ”

Wanqing agreed, and the queen slowly entered the palace.

Zhao Zhen entered the warm pavilion and saw Mo Lan lying on the couch with a pale face, moaning in a low voice, as if a thousand catties of weight had slammed into his chest, and he made a muffled pain. Qingqiu wrung a hot towel on the side, and when she saw the official family coming in, she was busy with her blessings.

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, rolling like water beads and sinking into her sideburns, she knew that Zhao Zhen was coming, but she didn't even have the strength to look up. Zhao Zhen's eyes were moist and warm, he stepped forward quickly, held her hand and put it on his face, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Mo Lan raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhen, his mouth moved, as if he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even open his tongue. She used the strength of nursing to her hand before shaking his palm, her brows furrowed, the corners of her mouth tried to hook up a faint smile, and the tears in her eyes fell like beads, and her face was wet.

She was afraid, afraid that the long-awaited child in her belly would not be born.

Zhao Zhen took the hot towel in Qingqiu's hand, gently wiped her face, and said with a reluctant smile: "Don't be afraid, whether it is a prince or a princess, as long as you are safe, I will be very happy." He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I have been guarding the Luanming Palace, and if you don't leave, you can rest assured." After a pause, he said, "I asked them to make your favorite roll pancakes, and I will accompany you to eat them tomorrow morning." ”

He watched her being tormented by pain, wishing that the pain was on him, he pressed his face to hers, tears slid down his cheeks and fell into her eyes, and said like a dream: "Moran, you must not be fine." ”

The imperial doctors discussed the prescription in the side hall, and they didn't dare to make a conclusion for a long time. The queen reprimanded: "The matter has come to this, there is still something to quarrel about, and the more it drags on, the more critical the situation becomes." If the half cup of tea has not yet borne fruit, hold your head well. ”

Frightened the courtiers, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes." ”

Sure enough, after a while, Lin Xianghe took the prescription for the medical woman to suffer, and said to the queen: "The fetus is not yet full-term, and the amniotic fluid has not broken at this time. ”

Seeing that the emperor and queen were all there, the doctors and women were a little sharper than usual, and soon presented a decoction to serve Mo Lan to drink. Moran drank the medicine and fell asleep groggily.

Zhao Zhen didn't dare to leave, stayed in front of the couch, and personally wiped her sweat.

When the sky was bright, the queen entered the palace and invited Zhao Zhen to the outer hall, presented ginger soup drinks, and said: "The official family is drenched in the rain, so I drink ginger drinks to dispel the cold." ”

Zhao Zhen drank it and was about to go to the inner hall, but was stopped by the queen and said: "The official family hasn't slept all night, it's better to go to the side hall to rest, there are concubines guarding here, so naturally do your best." Seeing that Zhao Zhen was slightly hesitant, he said: "The body of the official family, if the concubine injures the dragon body, the ministers will admonish, I am afraid that she will not be able to gain a foothold in the future." He softened his tone and said, "When the concubine wakes up, the concubine will send someone to call you." ”

Zhao Zhen was indeed extremely tired, so he nodded and said, "It's hard work." After speaking, he was surrounded by the palace people and went to the side hall.

As soon as Zhao Zhen went, the queen summoned Yan Wenying and said with a straight face: "You are guarding the official house inside, and no matter what happens outside, you must not disturb the saint, you know?" ”

Yan Wenying replied respectfully: "The slave knows. ”

Because it was a rainy day, it was very gloomy outside, and it was drizzling continuously, and it was fluttering on the bright tiles, making a loud noise. When it was time to arrive, Moran had unbearable abdominal pain, and woke up from his sleep, moaning incessantly. The medical ladies hurriedly bowed into the hall, carefully observed Mo Lan's situation, and then replied one by one to the imperial doctors who were separated outside the curtain.

The imperial doctors discussed for a while, and said to the queen: "The ministers don't dare to make a judgment, but it is rare for the concubine to have such a situation, and if you want to use the recipe to induce the fetus, you can give it a try." ”

The queen asked in a deep voice, "Lord Lin, what do you think?" ”

Lin Xianghe hurriedly knelt down and said: "Although this party is in danger, it is not a ploy. ”

The queen looked at the continuous rain outside the window, muttered for a moment, and said: "That's it, it's up to the sky, everything depends on the will of heaven." After speaking, he instructed everyone to prepare for the concubine's labor, busy and busy, not stopping for a while.

Moran gritted his silver teeth and lay on the couch, almost dying of pain. Everything around her was blurry, and she had no strength to ask what someone had poured into her mouth, so she could only swallow mechanically. In front of her was a figure of people coming and going, shuttling back and forth, she tried to open her eyes, her eyes were rolling around, and she called in her heart: Rokuro...... Rokuro ...... Her lips opened and closed, but she didn't make a sound at all.

Something seemed to be flowing out of her body, hot and sticky, someone was calling: "The amniotic water is broken...... More people poured in, they circled around their sides, opened their mouths and closed their mouths to say something, but she couldn't hear anything. The sound of her own breathing lingered in her ears, and she heard herself gasping and shouting, "Rokuro...... Rokuro ......"

It was as if she had reached the dream she had in the Funing Hall that day, and someone was shouting: "Niangniang is going to give birth, Niangniang is going to give birth." The intense pain seemed to tear her body apart, she remembered that she was crying, and she shouted his name: "Zhao Zhen...... Zhao Zhen ...... "She never called his name, but at this time, she naturally called out."

The blood in her lower body was like a rushing river, she couldn't stop it, she couldn't tell whether it was a reality or a dream, she only knew that it hurt, and it hurt so much that she wanted to bite off her tongue and kill it. She couldn't breathe, and she didn't have any strength in her body. The mother-in-law who delivered the baby said happily: "Niangniang, it's half a head out, use some more force." ”

Moran seems to be fugue: Can I still exert myself? If this is a dream, why can't you wake up yet? It was as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed, pressing on the body, unable to move, unable to breathe. Beads of sweat and tears on his forehead were wrenched together, almost soaking the pillow half-wet. Qingqiu was crying there, why was she crying, could it be, was it that I was going to die. Zhao Zhen...... Rokuro ...... Are you here? Let me look at you again.

The woman said again: "Niangniang, the head has already come out, and it will come out with some more strength." ”

I could almost feel the blood in my body flowing out of my body, as if it had to run out of water before it stopped. The bed should be bright red, I don't want to give birth, I really don't want to give birth, stuff it back, stuff it back quickly.

There was chaos between heaven and earth, Qingqiu cried bitterly, someone pulled her out, Mo Lan wanted to reach out and pull her, but why, his body had completely disobeyed his own call, all the feelings on his body were only pain, even his fingers and toes hurt.

They all knelt on the ground, and someone said, "Bao Da or Xiao." The voice was sharp and sharp, floating in the ears, and the sound and shadow of the vermilion standing outside the curtain, was that Rokuro? She closed her eyes, and remembered the dream again, his face appeared clearly in front of her eyes, wearing his favorite scarlet robe, staring at herself, her mouth slowly opened, and said: "Naturally, it is to protect the child, and the heir is important." ”

The royal family has no children, she is a concubine, so she should naturally focus on her heirs, how can she have a personal relationship. His voice was in his head, like a dream, groggy, it was better to close his eyes, and never to wake up again. Someone went up and poured a few bowls of bitter medicine into his mouth, and the pain that had only faded slightly came again, as if he had cut his body inch by inch with a sharp knife, and the flesh and blood were torn off in a blur.

The woman suddenly laughed and said, "Come out, come out......"

She smelled blood. Something in the body has been ripped off, and something is flowing from the body. Countless more people poured up, and Qingqiu was still crying there, laughing again, and said, "Congratulations to Niangniang for giving birth to the prince." ”

The prince, the prince, she finally gave birth to a prince for him.

There was a sudden strength in her body, she opened her mouth, Qingqiu knelt on her lips, only to hear her angry like a gossamer, and asked silently: "Where is Liulang?" ”

Qingqiu said: "The official house is outside the door, but you can't come in." ”

Moran let out a "hmm", as if relieved, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep deeply.