The thought of the queen is like a rising tide, and it can't be stopped.

Having a son will save you from worry.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of sending her son, and then she felt funny about her ridiculous idea.

Even if the mother who sent the child is effective, she is at this age, how can she be pregnant.

She hasn't moved since she gave birth to Fuqing, it's purely a matter of her own body, you must know that the emperor is a regular person, no matter how many young and beautiful goblins in the harem for many years, at least the first and fifteenth days of junior high school are resting in her dormitory.

In the past few years, there were still things about husband and wife, that is, recently, it was pure sleep.

The queen thinks about being with Emperor Jingming all these years, not without regrets.

The emperor has a lot of favors, but she only gave birth to Fuqing - perhaps, this is fate.

The queen's heart gradually cooled.

If you can't give birth, where will the son come from, you can't bow down to the Bodhisattva and fall from the sky, right?

Falling from the sky - the queen was suddenly stunned, as if she had thought of something, and her heart jumped wildly.

You can't fall from the sky!

She has no children under her knees, why can't she choose a prince to raise under her name?

That's right, even if the Queen Mother knew about her idea, she couldn't oppose it, you must know that the Queen Mother did it back then.

It was the emperor who was adopted as an adopted son by the Queen Mother that an ordinary prince stood out and sat in that position.

With this thought, the queen could no longer hold back. It can be said that the conversation between the two palace people she overheard today pierced the layer of window paper, making her idea completely clear.

The queen usually seems to be indisputable and a good-natured person, but in fact, she doesn't fight just because there is nothing to fight, and when she has a decision, it's different.

Before waiting for the second day, the small Buddha hall of Kunning Palace was set up, and it was the mother who sent the child inside.

Emperor Jingming felt a little guilty in the past two days, and ran more diligently to Kunning Palace.

"What about the Queen?" After dealing with some political affairs that had accumulated during the Chinese New Year, Emperor Jingming came to Kunning Palace, swept away the queen, and asked about the people who served the queen.

The palace maid hurriedly said: "Back to the emperor, the mother is worshipping the Buddha." ”

"Worship the Buddha?" Emperor Jingming was stunned, "Where is the queen worshipping Buddha?" What Buddha do you worship? ”

The palace maid replied: "Niang Niang ordered someone to clean up a small Buddha hall, and it seems that the worship is ...... Send the child to the mother......"

Emperor Jingming thought he had heard it wrong, and said to the palace maid: "Lead me to the queen." ”

The palace maid respectfully led the way and took Emperor Jingming outside the small Buddha hall.

The small Buddha hall is located in the side hall and is a quiet place.

Emperor Jingming stood outside the door, vaguely smelling a faint sandalwood.

He didn't go in, but waited outside.

About a quarter of an hour later, the queen walked out, and when she saw Emperor Jingming, she was stunned and hurriedly saluted.

Emperor Jingming stretched out his hand to support the queen, and said curiously: "I heard the palace maid say that you are worshipping Buddha?" ”

"Hmm."

"Which Bodhisattva are you worshipping?" Although he already knew the answer from the palace maid, Emperor Jingming still couldn't believe it.

The queen said calmly: "Send the son Niangniang." ”

"Ahem-" The coughing sound sounded, choking Emperor Jingming with tears, and it took a while before he eased up and said, "Didn't you want to worship before, why did you change your mind again?" ”

The queen lowered her eyes and blushed slightly: "I think about it, I think the emperor's words are reasonable, and I often worship the Bodhisattva, even if I can't ask for anything else, can't I still ask for a son——"

"Ahem, ahem!" Emperor Jingming's cough became more urgent, and he almost choked.

He really didn't mean to let the queen ask for a son, the old husband and wife, even if the queen had a heart, he was powerless-

No, you still can't let the queen daydream.

"Queen, I think it's just a matter of asking for something else, isn't it a little difficult to ask for a son?"

The queen's face sank: "The emperor said that I can't give birth?" ”

At this, the queen's eyelashes trembled, and a line of tears fell.

Emperor Jingming was stupid.

One crying, two troubles, and three hangings, this is not like the queen's style.

But thinking about what happened to Princess Fuqing, Emperor Jingming's guilt rose: it seems that the queen was hurt by Fuqing's affairs, or it is better not to stimulate the queen.

As the emperor, he didn't have much experience in coaxing women, so Emperor Jingming had to say dryly: "I don't mean that, the queen likes to worship her son, just worship it, maybe she is sincere." ”

The queen collected her tears, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "I think so too." ”

Kunning Palace couldn't stay, so Emperor Jingming found an excuse and hurriedly fled.

After that, he didn't dare to run to Kunning Palace for several days, until the queen sent someone to invite him.

Of course, Emperor Jingming would not refuse the queen's invitation, thinking that after a few days, the queen's mood should be adjusted, and Shi Shiran came to Kunning Palace.

The queen is still in the small Buddha hall.

Emperor Jingming waited with a good temper, and he didn't wait long for the queen to come out.

The emperor and queen sat down, holding hot tea and chatting.

"Your Majesty, have you found out who is behind the scenes of Fuqing?"

Emperor Jingming froze for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose.

Will the queen still chat, if there is progress, he will not say it a long time ago, as for seeing the queen's tears for several days.

To put it bluntly, it's still guilty.

After a moment of coldness, Emperor Jingming sneered and said, "It's still investigating, don't be anxious." ”

The queen sighed softly: "If it is me in danger, it is fine, there is no reason to urge the emperor." But it was Fuqing who was in danger, and as long as I closed my eyes these days, it was the situation on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, and I couldn't sleep at all......"

The tip of the nose lingered with the faint sandalwood from the queen's body, as if she was in a Buddhist hall, Emperor Jingming didn't think much about it and said with relief: "If you feel uneasy, just learn from the old seventh daughter-in-law to worship the Bodhisattva." ”

Worshipping the Bodhisattva for peace of mind will not be cranky, and most women are like this.

Emperor Jingming was thinking about it, when he saw the queen's expression hesitate.

"What's wrong?"

The queen lowered her eyes and stared at the rounded nails, and said softly: "Don't hide it from the emperor, I had a dream last night-"

Emperor Jingming's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he had the urge to leave.

didn't see Emperor Jingming answer, the queen glanced at him.

Emperor Jingming had no choice but to ask, "What dream did the queen have?" ”

The queen showed a light smile: "It's strange to say, I sent my son to sleep last night and gave me a reminder." ”

"Reminder?"

"Yes, maybe it's the pain of a poor concubine who has no children for many years, and the mother who sent the child said that raising grace is no worse than giving birth, and adopting a son is the same."

Emperor Jingming was dumbfounded, and it took a while to find his voice back: "Empress, what do you mean-"

The queen curled her lips and smiled: "Sending the son Niangniang to appear and giving me some guidance." Your Majesty, I want to put a prince in my name, what do you think? ”

Emperor Jingming: "......"

He must have been obsessed with the ghost a few days ago to pry the queen to worship the Bodhisattva, I don't know if it's too late to tear down the small Buddha hall now?