Outside the main hall.

The Wang family sent Zhao Si, who reported the news to Wang Wei, was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Looking at the heavily guarded palace, Zhao Si didn't know how to report the news to the lord Wang Langjun.

"Brother Bing, how can I inform the adults of the Upper Dynasty?" Zhao Si was in a hurry, and asked the guards on duty one by one.

"The court is an important place in the country, unless there is an eight-hundred-mile rush, everyone has to spread it, and no one can trade in. Otherwise, it should be dealt with as a rebellion! One looked at Zhao Si and was really anxious. I must have found something terrible at home, so I kindly explained.

"Hey, that's good!" Zhao Si folded his palms on the back of his hands, spun in circles and sighed.

"This brother doesn't need to be too anxious, the court meeting has been going on for two hours, and I believe it will end soon." The kind guard comforted.

"Thank you, big brother soldier!" Zhao Si gave a salute to express his gratitude.

"Who is making a noise here, and don't retreat quickly!" A bunch of patrolling guards patrolled to Zhao Si's position and shouted.

"Yes, yes, let's step down!" Zhao Si hurriedly stepped aside.

The patrolling guards saw that Zhao Si obediently stepped aside and continued to patrol.

"Brother Zhao, why are you here? But what happened at home? A man with a bun, a headband, and a food box in his hand, who looked like a scholar, pulled Zhao Si to the side and asked.

"Xiaozhu, it turned out to be you, when will Lang Jun come out? Mrs. Lang Jun was frightened and saw that she was about to give birth! As soon as Zhao Siyi saw Wang Langjun's scholar Xiaozhu, his anxious heart suddenly fell halfway.

"Is there anything wrong with Madame, how were you when you came?" When Xiaozhu heard this, he was also anxious, after all, everyone can see how precious Mrs. Lang Jun is.

"Dr. Liu sent me to report to Lang Jun, but I don't know what to do now!" Zhao Si returned.

"With Doctor Liu here, it shouldn't be tight, Lang Jun has been in the court for about two hours, and he should be dispersed in a quarter of an hour. Wait here with me. Xiaozhu pulled Zhao Si to sit where he was.

Only then did Zhao Si find that there were some scholars and grooms all around, and they were also like Xiaozhu, waiting here for the meeting of the Lang Jun of each family.

The crisp and powerful bell rang, and the closed door of the court slowly opened to both sides, and the opening and closing of the wood made a "squeak" sound.

Sunlight poured in, illuminating the solemn room in the main hall.

Everyone has already entered the harem with a guard of honor in the routine proclamation of his cronies Gao Lishi's "play if there is something to do, and retreat from the court if there is nothing to do", and the mountain shouts of the ministers "Long live, long live, long live".

The ministers also walked out of the court and walked outside the hall in an orderly manner according to the rank of the officials.

Wang Wei and his mentor Zhang Jiuling walked side by side, and the two were discussing the recent spring plowing problems of people's livelihood.

"Wang Langjun! Wang Langjun! As soon as Xiaozhu saw Wang Wei stepping out of the hall, he shouted anxiously.

Wang Wei heard the familiar voice of his scholar, and couldn't help but stop talking, and saw that there was still an anxious servant Zhao Si standing next to the scholar, suspecting that something was wrong at home, and hurriedly said goodbye to his teacher.

"Prime Minister, the servants at home are looking for you, presumably something important has happened in the family, and the students will retire first." Wang Wei bowed to Zhang Jiuling and said goodbye.

"Good, good. Since there is something to do at home, you should hurry back, and if you need my help, let the servants look for it. Zhang Jiuling understands very well.

"The students thank the Prime Minister, and the students leave." Wang Wei was very grateful for the teacher's promise.

Zhang Jiuling waved his hand and motioned for Wang Wei to leave.

"Xiaozhu, Zhao Si, what's going on?" Wang Wei looked at Zhao Sihe, who kept scratching his ears and cheeks, and looked at his Xiaozhu anxiously, and couldn't help but worry.

"Wang Langjun, Mrs. was frightened, and Dr. Liu said that Mrs. was afraid that she was going to give birth." Xiaozhu concisely described what Zhao Si said.

"Let's get home!" When Wang Wei heard this, his usual calm face had long disappeared, and his brows suddenly frowned.

"Okay, Lang Jun. The carriage is ready. You don't have to worry too much. When Zhao Si came, his wife was in Qiao Lan School, and presumably Dr. Liu had already placed his wife at this time. In the time of waiting, Xiaozhu had already received a lot of important news from Zhao Si.

"That's good, that's good! We'll go to Qiao Lan Academy right now. Wang Wei said that he was not in a hurry, but he was still worried in his heart.

Although Qiao Lan Academy may be the most brilliant place in gynecology in the dynasty, women give birth and always walk around the ghost gate, and Wang Wei is still not at ease.

Seeing Wang Wei get into the carriage, a petite figure quietly entered the inner court from behind the main hall.

Inside the palatial hall.

The bright yellow silk curtains, the stalls on the ground, and the rare varieties of flowers that can be seen everywhere all show the extraordinary characteristics of the woman sitting on the top.

She wore a golden stride on her head, and was dressed in a gold-threaded garment with gold threads, and her skirt dragged all the way to His Highness.

"That Wang Wei's beautiful wife, how is it now?" While casually eating the grapes carefully peeled by the maid, he seemed to ask His Highness the kneeling person casually.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Qiqi, the subordinates have made arrangements, and the news just came out: although Wang Niangzi was rescued, she still had fetal gas and was sent to the infirmary by the people of Qiaolan Academy." On the ground kneeled a man in a power suit, his head bowed all the time, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

This is exactly what the royal family has to protect the security of the royal family, at first to protect security, and now, many of them are instructed to do something shady.

"Giggles, good! Since you have no eyes, I will let the people you choose wither one by one......" The woman who was called Her Royal Highness the Princess let out a coquettish laugh, but her tone was full of malice.

That's right, this is Princess Yuzhen, who hates because of love, at the banquet of King Qi, she took a fancy to the talented and personable young man who sang "Red Beans Born in the South" at a glance. and also got him a position as a music official.

Later, she found someone to release the news that she wanted to recruit him as a concubine, but she didn't expect him to go home privately and marry the so-called childhood sweetheart, to the Tang princess, the majesty of the Tang royal family was ignored.

She loves, she hates more. She found someone to be the bureau and dismissed him as a music official, but he was recommended by his teacher to enter the court.

His wife is pregnant, and she wants him to taste the loss of her beloved.

The maid and the secret guard did not dare to answer for a moment.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I heard in front of the main hall that Mrs. Wang had a tire and was about to give birth, and Wang Langjun had already gotten into the carriage and rushed to Qiaolan Academy." But a quarter of an hour later, a maid hurried in and reported to the seated Princess Yuzhen what she had heard.

"Okay, all of you stand down!" Princess Yuzhen waved away everyone and fell into deep thought.

The invisible speed of the dark guard disappeared into His Highness, and the maids took the palace fan and gently retreated.

Yuzhen looked at the fluttering curtains, and seemed to remember that amazing time again, singing "Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring." May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick...... The most lovesick ......" boy.

Fate is the joy of two feelings; If it is wishful thinking, it will become a grudge.

Love, don't force it, I get it, I lose it.

It is not impossible to lose the east corner and harvest the mulberry elm.