There are few things in the middle of the year, Zhao Zhen is rare to be idle for a few days, and he got off the morning court, changed into a homely Ming Huang oblique straight silk brocade robe, and sat in a warm sedan chair surrounded by the palace people, and wanted to go to the Luanming Palace.

Yan Wenying walked a few steps with the royal car, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly bowed to the outside of the sedan curtain, and said: "Official, on the first day of the new year, Concubine Shuniang should go to Ciyuan Hall to ask for peace." ”

Zhao Zhen said: "Didn't I exempt her from asking for peace?" ”

Yan Wenying said with a smile: "Although the official family has given an order, Concubine Shu abides by the palace rules and never refuses to lose her honors. ”

The saint drove to the outside of the Ciyuan Palace, and the queen led the concubines to greet each other at the bottom of the steps. Zhao Zhen exempted everyone from the salute and went straight to the warm pavilion. After taking a seat, the queen picked up the orange from the tall square flower plate, cut it with her own hands with a small silver knife of agate, peeled the skin, and packed it in a cucumber-shaped porcelain plate. ”

While speaking, the palace maids entered the palace neatly and presented the peeled orange petals to the concubines. Suddenly, the orange fragrance lingered in the hall, and its freshness seemed to be able to penetrate into the clothes. Bianjing does not produce oranges, and the palace is quite rare, only there is an example of tribute in the emperor's harem. Zhao Zhen ate two petals in a row, which was very palatable, so he couldn't help but pick up one and handed it to Mo Lan's mouth, and said with a smile: "You can taste it too." ”

Mo Lan sat down on Zhao Zhen's side, and when he saw him suddenly stretch out his hand, he instinctively tilted his head, was stunned, and said, "It's sour, I don't want to eat it." ”

Zhao Zhen coaxed like a child, and patiently persuaded: "It's very sweet, you can try it with a bite." He handed it to her mouth and said, "Orange has the effect of clearing heat in the stomach, reducing inversion and relieving nausea." You have a bad appetite lately, so it's better to eat some. ”

Mo Lan ate it along his hand, so sour that he couldn't open his eyebrows and eyes, Zhao Zhen saw her delicate face, as if she was angry, her heart moved, and she couldn't help laughing.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help laughing.

Yu Meiren was wearing a rouge silk embroidered begonia spring luo gauze skirt, with several red plums pressed on her temples, thin shoulders, and a thin waist. She pursed her red lips and smiled, "If you talk about oranges, Concubine De loves them very much." During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the official family went to the palaces to enjoy a few baskets, I went to her palace several times, and saw her eating, crab stuffed oranges, navel orange cakes, and even orange peels were made into orange paste, orange dices, and I was reluctant to throw them away at all. ”

Zhao Zhen glanced at the hall and asked, "Why didn't you see Concubine De coming?" ”

Yu Meiren's face showed a little worry, and said: "Concubine De's body is sick, and she has been lying on the couch for more than half a month, and she is not good. ”

Zhao Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go and see her." ”

Zhang Rongyue suddenly smiled at this time: "If you talk about eating, among us, I'm afraid there is no one who can compare to Concubine Shu." As he spoke, he looked at Mo Lan like autumn water, and said with a smile: "I remember once going to Luanming Hall and seeing a few pastries on the case, I picked up half of it and ate it, and I didn't dare to forget the taste now." There are several layers of pastries on the crust, and there are many fillings such as green and red silk, orange cakes, walnuts, etc., which I have learned to make for a long time, and it is not the taste of a lady. ”

Mo Lan sat with his big belly for a long time, quite tired, and it was difficult to resign, seeing that Lang Yue suddenly looked at him, he had to cheer up and deal with it, so he smiled and said: "If you like it, you can go to Luan Ming Hall to eat another day." ”

Although Zhao Zhen didn't talk to Mo Lan much, he paid great attention to her face, and when he saw that she was tired of coping, he excused himself: "You should make a hot drink yesterday, why don't you make an orange drink?" Without waiting for Moran to speak, he stood up from his seat and said, "I want to eat it too, so it's better to go back and do it now." ”

So he stretched out his hand to help, Mo Lan just couldn't ask for it, put his hand in his palm, stood up with his arm strength, and said to the queen: "The concubine retires." ”

The queen hurriedly got up, sent the holy car to the palace gate, and instructed the concubine: "You are pregnant, if you feel tired, you don't have to come to greet you in person on the fifteenth day of the new year." ”

Moran said respectfully, "Yes." ”

The two of them sat in a sedan chair and returned to the Luanming Palace, the earth dragon in the warm pavilion burned very vigorously, and the silver charcoal was used around the large jujube wood seat enamel flying beast ear furnace, and people were slightly sweating. Mo Lan changed into a plain moon-white pleated ruyi gauze skirt, and was covered with a blue satin cotton bikin, which was much lighter and slender. She untied her bun again, hung down the waist-high green silk, draped it over her shoulders like black silk, and sat down in front of the window and picked up half a box of beads and tassels.

There are only two people in the hall, Zhao Zhen sits in front of the desk to approve the chapter, although it is a blue sky and white day, it is very quiet outside, as if he is outside the red dust, and there is no hustle and bustle. The sound of the palace people talking faintly came from a very far away, and Zhao Zhen's neck was cold, so Mo Lan walked behind him and gently helped him press his shoulder and neck. He turned his head to look at her, only to see her green silk hanging down, her face white and ruddy, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, and she asked lazily, "Are you comfortable?" ”

Zhao Zhen put down the pen, stretched out his hand to lead her in front of him, let her sit on his lap, wrapped his hands around her, put his face on her chest, and said vaguely: "This is more comfortable." ”

Mo Lan "giggled" twice, tilted his head and said, "Don't make a bad ......" Zhao Zhen was moved, and the more he kissed, the lower he kissed, and he actually unbuttoned the button on her chest.

Moran bit him on the ear, and he let out an "ah" of pain before he raised his head. She straightened her clothes slowly, and said angrily: "I know that you are uneasy and kind." ”

Zhao Zhen held her face with both hands, kissed her lips, and pouted, "Why am I uneasy and kind?" ”

Moran jumped off his knee, glanced at him, and said, "Can't we just sit and talk?" ”

Zhao Zhen thought for a while and said, "No." They both laughed.

The two lay next to each other on the couch, and Moran shrunk into his arms, looking at the bright tiles inlaid like fish scales on the wooden lattice windows, and the translucent light shallow into the hall, still with a hint of yellow. Zhao Zhen squinted, his heart was clear, and he was so peaceful that he almost fell asleep. Moran called softly: "Rokuro." ”

Zhao Zhen said "um" and asked again: "What's wrong?" ”

Moran squeezed into his arms and said, "It's okay." ”

Zhao Zhen rubbed her face with his chin and said, "When you give birth to a child, I will make you a concubine." ”

A faint smile overflowed at the corner of Mo Lan's mouth, and he said, "It doesn't matter if you are a concubine or not, I just want to give birth to a prince for Liulang." When he has a prince, Rokuro doesn't have to listen to those old men's gossip every day. ”

Zhao Zhen retracted his arms, pressed her face tightly against his chest, and said, "I have a hunch, I must be a prince." When the prince was born, I named him the crown prince and brought him with him at all times. ”

Moran kissed him on the Adam's apple, buried his face deep in his neck, smelled the smell of agarwood on his body, and slowly, slowly pondered in a trance.

When Moran woke up, his side was empty, and he was gone, which was an extremely ordinary thing, but for some reason, he was a little faintly lost today. She opened her eyes and looked at the Baizi Guanyin mosquito net on the top of the bed, opening and closing, her mind as blank as paper. The thoughts seemed to freeze, and it took a long time to gradually melt.

She sat up, lifted the curtain, and was about to call people, but when she saw a figure sitting on the kang, she couldn't help but show a little joy, and said, "Why didn't you go back to Funing Palace?" ”

Zhao Zhen held the book in his hand, raised his face and said, "Qingqiu, come in and serve." He smiled at Moran again: "There has been nothing to do in the court recently, but I can read a few idle books." ”

After lunch, Zhao Zhen accompanied Mo Lan to walk around the imperial garden again before driving to Linhua Palace. Yu Meiren had already sent someone to inform Xi Qian, saying that the official family was coming.

Concubine De knew that she had dressed up earlier. But when Zhao Zhen saw her, her face was still full of shock, her face had lost her former look, and her appearance was like a withered tree, and she was a little dying.

Zhao Zhen has always blamed Concubine De for the grievances suffered by Mo Lan when he gave birth to Princess Fukang, and has been snubbing her for a long time. A few days ago, I heard that she was sick, and I didn't care, I just thought it was a cold disease. When I saw it today, I realized that it had come to this, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty in my heart, so I held her hand and said, "You take care of your body, whatever you want to eat, just send someone to tell me." ”

Concubine De lingered on the sickbed for many months, her face was pale, and even her lips did not have much color, and when she heard the official family say this, her heart warmed, and she burst into tears, and said: "If the official family can come to see the concubine more, it will be more effective than eating." ”

Zhao Zhen remembered that she was the most lively and lively in the past, but now she didn't even have much strength to speak, she sighed in her heart, and replied in a loud voice: "I will definitely come to see you more." Then he got up and sat down on the bed, gently took her into his arms, and said, "You just have to rest assured that you will be treated as at the beginning." ”

His words, Concubine De is smart and naturally understands. Although she had a skin-to-skin relationship with him, it was the first time she leaned into his arms. His shoulders are so broad, so dependent, like he has the strength to face all the suffering in this world. Like, if you can rely on death like this, this life will not be in vain.

Su Ri's stubborn spirit is gone, she seems to be a white lotus blooming in the summer by the small pond in front of Luanming Palace, blooming to the extreme, trembling slightly in the warm wind, as if she is about to fall at any time.

Her voice was inaudible, and she said, "Official, if the concubine dies, will you still remember the concubine?" ”

Zhao Zhen showed a miserable smile and said: "Silly girl, don't say stupid things, it's not a serious illness, it's naturally good to raise it, don't worry too much." ”

Silly girl, girl.

yes, she's only twenty.

Maybe it's really tomorrow, maybe ...... It will never be better again.

Concubine De was so seriously ill that she naturally couldn't sleep, but Zhao Zhen still stayed in Linhua Hall for one night. On the second day, he personally summoned the imperial doctor to diagnose Concubine De, but they all said that it was fine, but it was just a heart disease and she needed to recuperate.

Zhao Zhen listened to it and felt a little relieved.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Mo Lan's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and she had difficulty moving, so Zhao Zhen ordered her not to attend the banquet or go to the imperial palace to ask for peace. Now everything in the harem is controlled by the queen alone, she is frugal and does not like extravagance, she only sets up a banquet according to the rules, and invites the concubines to have a reunion dinner, so there is no other reward, which causes a little grievance.

When waiting for the son, the emperor climbed the Changqing Gate Mountain Tower to enjoy the fireworks, and drank Tusu wine with the prince, courtiers, and foreign women. Zhao Zhen returned to the Funing Palace to change out of the silk robe and crown clothes, drank the sobering soup, and was cold because of the cold on his feet, so he called the palace people to bathe their feet before rolling on the water. The maid wearing the blue cloud brocade palace dress knelt on the ground, rubbing the dragon's feet with appropriate strength, and Zhao Zhen leaned on the stool hand, closing her eyes to recuperate.

Someone outside the hall coughed lightly, Zhao Zhen frowned slightly, turned sideways, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Yan Wenying bowed down and walked into the hall and said, "The queen sent someone to ask when the official family will drive to Ciyuan Palace." ”

Zhao Zhen slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly kicked over the golden chisel flower moire basin, the maid who was kneeling on the ground and serving had no time to react, she was drenched in water, she was frightened and frightened, trembling and prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

The hall was as quiet as no one, the inner hall and the outer hall were full of palace people, and Yan Wen should kowtow to the ground, and he didn't dare to squeak. In the middle of the winter night, the cold wind whined, wrapped in the distant sound of firecrackers in the ears, making people feel indescribable fear. Another palace maid patiently stepped forward to serve Zhao Zhen with a dry towel, cleaned her feet, put on white socks and black clothes, and bowed down.

After a long time, Zhao Zhenfang said in a deep voice: "Get up." Walking out again, Yan Wenying climbed up with him, lifted the curtain, and invited the official family into the warm sedan chair.

Zhao Zhen stood on his feet and said, "Call the shoulders." If it was on weekdays, Yan Wen should have to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't dare to say a word today, and hurriedly called his shoulder.

The north wind blew on the face, cold as a knife.

Zhao Zhen sat on the dragon chair wrapped in a finch sable fur, looking at the dark sky, the anger in his heart was rolling like fire, but there was not much look on his face, just faintly, faintly looking not far away. Suddenly, a cold little thing fell on his face, and then a second and a third, and he stretched out his palm, and countless snowflakes flew and fell. There were also a few subtle exclamations in the guard of honor, and then it fell silent again, and even the footsteps seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Moran is pregnant and has always slept early, although tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, he did not keep vigil, and he went to bed crooked early. It's just that the noise outside is too loud, and there are firecrackers from time to time, so I don't sleep well.

In the middle of the night, she heard someone calling herself in a trance, and she couldn't open her eyes, and she felt that it was Zhao Zhen in a trance, so she raised a smile and called: "Liulang ......"

Zhao Zhen pushed open the window, opened the curtain, and smiled with a smile: "Look, it's snowing outside." ”

Moran let out an "oh" and looked out sideways, and the palace lights were hanging high and shining brightly. The fine snowflakes were blown into the temple by the wind, and they were sprinkled lightly and beautifully, spinning and falling in circles.

She said something vaguely, but her head was too dizzy, and she turned around and fell asleep again. In the early morning, she only felt that it was extremely cold, so she asked Qingqiu to open the window and take a look, the white expanse outside covered the sky and the earth, and the trees were heavy with snow, and even the wind was rarely blowing.

Moran was overjoyed and muttered, "It's snowing." Then he asked, "Did the official come yesterday?" ”

Qingqiu was wringing a hot towel into the silver-gilt basin, and said with a smile: "I'm about to fall asleep, and the official family just came." Don't let the slaves wake you up, just say take a look and leave. ”

Mo Lan couldn't help but purse his lips and smile, but he didn't speak, and after a while, Fang said: "Take out some of the new oranges that the queen rewarded, and let's make some orange drinks later." Qingqiu sighed, handed the hot towel in his hand to Mo Lan, and asked, "What flowers do you want to wear today?" ”

Moran said: "Just pick a few green plums." ”

Qingqiu responded, and hurriedly instructed the palace people to choose flowers. After serving Mo Lan to freshen up, he helped her into the main hall to sit upright, and was bowed down by everyone in the Luan Ming Palace. First, there were more than ten attendants on duty at the corner of the door who stepped forward to say peace and happiness, and then the palace people such as sweeping, eating, and sleeping came forward to ask for blessings, and finally Qingqiu led the palace maids in charge of each department to kneel and congratulate.

Moran had already prepared the rituals, rewarded them one by one, and dispersed.

After breakfast, some palace people went outside: "Niangniang, Princess Minhua is here." ”

Mo Lan hurriedly helped Qingqiu out, only to see Minhua wrapped in a bright red silk feather cloak, coming from the snow-covered middle style, and a large peony with overlapping petals on her sideburns, which made her face extremely gorgeous. She smiled from afar: "Why did you come out, be careful of the wind." ”

Moran slowly greeted him and said, "What are you afraid of, it's not so delicate." ”

The two held hands and entered the warm pavilion, Minhua saw that there was a snack on the case, ate a few pieces first, and said: "I went into the palace early in the morning to ask for peace, and I didn't even have time to eat breakfast." I don't dare to be presumptuous in Ciyuan Palace, and when I come to you, I can let go of it. ”

Mo Lan ordered Qingqiu to present hot cheese and said, "It's different to be a relative, but I know some rules." ”

Qingqiu gently blew the cold cheese on the side, handed it to Princess Minhua, and said with a smile: "It's also beautiful." ”

Minhua raised her eyebrows and smiled at Qingqiu: "Good girl, just like your mother, she can even coax people." As he spoke, he took a few bites of the cheese and ate it, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I've finally come back to life, and I've never been so hungry." He talked to Mo Lan about many trivial things about living in the princess's mansion, and when he talked about Su Jihe, he even smiled and said: "He is good, he is as stupid as wood, and he ...... even on the wedding night" and leaned over Mo Lan's ear and whispered, which made Mo Lan laugh so much that he squirted the tea in his mouth.

Minhua chirped and muttered that it was early in the morning, and seeing that the hour was not early, he was afraid that Su He would wait for a long time, so he got up and said: "I should also go back, and when you are about to give birth, I will enter the palace to see you." ”

Mo Lan wanted to send her to Gong Street, but was stopped and said, "Don't move, just stand under the porch and watch." ”

When he walked to the bottom of the stairs, he suddenly turned around again, took out two objects from his sleeve, handed them to Moran, and said, "I almost forgot." Moran took it and looked at it carefully, with a look of shock in his eyes.

Those two objects were actually the jasper golden hairpin given to her by her mother before entering the palace, and the long-lost Supa. Before Mo Lan could open his mouth to ask, he only heard Min Hua say: "These two objects are yours, and in the entire Forbidden Palace, only you dare to embroider orchids on the handkerchief used by the emperor." ”

Moran was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Why are you there?" ”

Min Huaping retreated from the palace people on his side, led Mo Lan to the shelter under the corridor, and then said slowly: "I don't know, once when I was tidying up and dressing, I found it by chance. After a pause, he said, "I think, maybe he once had a heart for you, so he kept your things close to him." ”

Mo Lan was so shocked that she couldn't even speak, and in her impression, there were only a dozen or so words with Su Hehe. There were fewer meetings, most of them were when he was escorting Zhao Zhen, and the two of them hurriedly met each other. It is unimaginable that a person like him, who only has an official family in his eyes, would like himself.

She waited a long time before asking, "Aren't you angry?" ”

Min Hua smiled and said, "If I were angry, I wouldn't have come to you." After a pause, he said: "I have always been desperate and reckless when I love others. My love for him is like the coming snowstorm today, giving him too much pressure. The more precious my own love is, the more I cherish his love. In any case, he belongs to me, and I can't change it in this life. Just like I forgot Zhao Qing, he will forget you sooner or later. ”

When Minhua went, Mo Lan tried very hard to recall some pictures about Su Jihe, but after thinking about it, except for a blue shadow standing behind Zhao Zhen, there was nothing, and he couldn't think of anything.

After lunch, Zhao Zhenfang drove the Luanming Palace. He smelled of wine so strong that he didn't even take off his shoes, so he went straight to lie down on the couch. Moran did not dare to disturb him, waited for him to take off his clothes, shoes and hat, and covered the quilt for him, so he picked up the needle and thread and sat beside him as a belly pocket for children.

In the evening, it snowed heavily, and the big flowers fell like a flocculent, and after a while, the footprints in the snow were hidden, and there was no outline, and only a pale piece was left between the heavens and the earth.

Zhao Zhen gradually woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Mo Lan sitting on his side doing embroidery, and he didn't get up, only pillowed his hand under his head, and said with a partial face: "Be careful of being tired." ”

Moran was doing it seriously, and when he said this, his hands shook in fright, and he almost pricked the needle in his hand. She put down the needle and thread in her hand and said with a smile: "Hurry up, it's time to have dinner when you go to sleep." ”

Zhao Zhen glanced at the window and saw that the sky was dark, so he got up and said, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Moran waited for him to get dressed, and said, "Almost two hours." ”

Zhao Zhen frowned and said, "Yan Wenying, that dog minion, didn't even come to call me, see how I clean him up." ”

Mo Lan waited for him to tie his belt and said, "I am guarding here, he does not dare to enter the temple." Besides, you drank and went to the banquet for several days in a row, and you didn't even sleep well, so be careful of hurting yourself. ”

Zhao Zhen saw that she lowered her head slightly, and her face was a little rounder than before, but it was still as white as jade. There is a square bun on his head, decorated with a few green plums, and there is a faint fragrance of a few hints of fragrance. When she raised her hand, the cuffs slipped off, revealing the burnt blue inlaid gold Huadian bracelet on her wrist, Zhao Zhen held her hand, looked at the bracelet, and said with a smile: "Why are you still wearing what you bought a few years ago." ”

Mo Lan pouted and said: "The more things last, the more precious they become, besides, this is what you personally selected for me when you were in Gongyi, and it is not as good as those tribute items." ”

Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "Where did I pick it." ”

Moran asked, "If it's not you, who else can there be?" ”

Zhao Zhen said lazily: "It was Su and He." He got up again, poured a bowl of tea into the stove, and drank it in a few sips.

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment and said, "But I obviously remember that you picked it!" ”

Zhao Zhen smiled: "I remember, at that time, I wanted to buy a bracelet, Su Jihe said that he wanted to buy a bracelet, and then asked you to choose it yourself, and you chose the bracelet." ”

When Mo Lan heard this, he was a little stunned, and muttered, "Why don't I have any impression at all? ”

Where did Zhao Zhen know Mo Lan's thoughts, he only looked out the window and said: "The hour is not early, Xixia and other places have sent foreign envoys to set up a banquet in the Vertical Arch Palace, I should go." ”

Mo Lan came back to his senses and advised: "Drink less wine, and let the palace maid change it into ginger honey water in the wine jug." ”

Zhao Zhen said a few words of "yes" in a row, sat in a warm sedan chair, and went to the wind and snow.