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Liang Bozhao saw that his nephew was so resentful, and his black eyes were also dark, thinking that this child lost his father at a young age, grew up in the deep house every day, and was accompanied by women, and he was busy with war all year round, and the days of returning home were always numbered, and the uncle and nephew were even more alienated and indifferent.

Liang Bozhao leaned down and squatted in front of his nephew.

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, you've grown up." Liang Bozhao didn't care about the resentment on the child's face, he only stretched out his hand and stroked the top of his nephew's hair, his eyebrows were as thick as ink, and he looked at the nephew in front of him, not distressed. I also thought about bringing this child to the army to sharpen, but Kang'er was too young, and her mother and sister-in-law were reluctant, so they could only invite a famous teacher to teach in the house.

Liang Bozhao asked himself, he didn't want Kang'er to go the same way as him, and he didn't want his children and nephews to bear those swords and swords on the battlefield. If he could, he would rather Kang'er could read the book and be safe for a lifetime. Ning Xiang's body is weak, and he doesn't know when he will get a child, the Liang family only has Kang'er's blood in the end.

Liang Kang looked at his uncle in front of him, his delicate little face was indifferent, the corners of his lips were pursed, and there was still endless hatred in his eyes, he only stretched out his little hand, waved Liang Bozhao's arm, and took a few steps back, just looking at his uncle without saying a word.

"Kang'er, don't be rude to your uncle." Qin opened his mouth, his voice implying anger.

Liang Kang glanced at his mother, but his immature little face was fierce and incommensurate with his age, he pointed at Liang Bozhao with one hand and yelled at his mother; "He's not my uncle, he killed my father, he's my father's killer, I don't want to see him!"

After the little child finished yelling at this sentence, he ran wildly, and ran into the yard without looking back, Qin's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't rest assured, and hurriedly saluted Liang Bozhao and Ning Xiang, that is, he called the child's name, took the grandmother, and chased towards the backyard together.

Liang Bozhao stood up, Ning Xiang looked sad, and stepped forward to hold her husband's hand.

Liang Bozhao held his wife's little hand behind his back and pinched her palm; "Let's go, let's go and say hello to my mother."

Ning Xiang knew that he didn't feel good in his heart, so he didn't speak, and only accompanied Liang Bozhao to the backyard.

Liang's mother learned early in the morning that her son would return home today, and at this time she was also sitting in the hall waiting, Liang Bozhao was her biological son after all, although she also hated her son for being ruthless, stabbing his brother, and angry with his father, but the mother and son had not seen each other for a year, and Liang's mother was also worried about it.

Liang Bozhao covered his eyes and knelt in front of his mother.

"Unfilial son Liang Bozhao, I have seen my mother." Liang Bozhao's voice was calm and calm, and there was no joy at the reunion of mother and son after a long absence, and his face was also indifferent, falling into Liang's mother's eyes, which only made Liang's mother more and more depressed.

"Get up." Liang's mother's voice was also cold, the original worries and worries about her son had disappeared after the meeting, she glanced at Ning Xiang, and saw her daughter-in-law standing there with low eyebrows, for some reason, the more deferential Ning Xiang was, the more she looked down on her, and the more she felt that this daughter-in-law was cowardly and useless.

Liang Bozhao stood up, his figure was still tall and burly, but his face was much thinner, and there was already a frost between his eyebrows.

Liang's mother saw it in her eyes, her eyes were sour, after all, it was the meat that fell from her body, looking at her son like this, her mother's heart was sad after all, thinking that Liang Bozhao was still barren under her knees, she couldn't help but be even more worried, and she was full of complaints about her daughter-in-law.

"It's a long way, let's go down and rest." Liang Mu's voice was extremely low, revealing a little tiredness, but her face involuntarily became gentle.

Looking at Ning Xiang, Liang's mother frowned and instructed; "Serve your husband well, be a daughter-in-law, you have to be considerate of everything, Bo Zhao is a big thing, don't pester him all day long, you have to understand the difficulty of the master."

For nearly a year, Liang's mother was out of sight and out of mind with this daughter-in-law, and she barely said half a word to Ning Xiang, at this time, she suddenly heard her mother-in-law speak, Ning Xiang was shocked, and after coming back to her senses, she lowered her head and said in a soft voice; "The daughter-in-law remembered."

Liang's mother couldn't bear to look at her thin and vicissitudes of life, so she only waved her hand at the two of them, asking Liang Bozhao and Ning Xiang to retreat.

The husband and wife finally returned to their house.

As soon as he entered the house, Liang Bozhao hugged Ning Xiang in his arms, and the two of them kept warm for a long time, Liang Bozhao said; "Has your mother embarrassed you this year?"

Ning Xiang shook her head, "My mother-in-law is taking care of my sister-in-law, and my mother-in-law doesn't want to see me, and she doesn't let me go to ask for peace on weekdays." ”

Liang Bozhao nodded, it's okay to be so peaceful.

Ning Xiang saw that Liang Bozhao's face was gloomy, so she raised her little face from her husband's arms, pursed her lips and smiled; "Xianggong, you come with me, I have something to show you."

"What is it?" Liang Bozhao looked at her smiling little face, the original gloomy mood gradually improved, and the corners of his lips also floated a little smile.

Ning Xiang took his hand and brought him to the table, where there was a pen and paper, Ning Xiang spread a piece of paper, picked up the pen and wrote the word "Zhao".

In the past year, every time I miss my husband, Ning Xiang will write this word in the house, the so-called practice makes perfect, even if the words next to it are written crookedly, but this "Zhao" word is written in a good way, some delicate taste.

"I'll write my father's name." Ning Xiang's eyes were bright, with excitement and shyness, she had practiced so many times, just thinking that one day, when Liang Bozhao came back, she would write it to him by hand.

Liang Bozhao looked at the word "Zhao", and a tenderness floated in his heart, so he only grabbed Ning Xiang's waist from behind, took her to himself, and leaned over to kiss her.

There have been no clouds and rain in the days of the two for nearly a year, and this night is enough to make up for all the emptiness, lingering love, warmth and shyness.

The next day, as the emperor said, the holy decree of the king and the holy decree of the Liang mother as the lady of the decree passed to the mansion, Liang Bozhao was crowned the king as a common person, the ancient and the present, the name is eternal, the mother of Liang is noble by the son, and was named the lady of the first product by the imperial court, and even the father of Liang, who died early, was also named the prince of Dingguo, and the treasures rewarded from the palace are innumerable, and the flow of water poured into the Dingbei Palace, such a vast imperial grace, which is breathtaking.

After entering the palace to thank her, Ning Xiang was already very tired, and she lingered with her husband for half a night last night, and got up to enter the palace before dawn the day after tomorrow.

"Princess Qiyu, the prince instructed, you must drink this bowl of soup medicine when you return home." Before Ning Xiang could lie down, a grandmother walked in with a bowl of medicinal juice and presented her hands in front of her.

Ning Xiang looked at the bowl of black decoction, had some doubts in her heart, and asked; "What kind of medicine is this?"

"The old slave doesn't know, the prince said that it was a prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor for you to regulate your body."

Ning Xiang took the medicine bowl, the bitter taste was so bitter that it made people sick, and she didn't want to drink it at all.

"You go down first, and when the medicinal soup is cold, I'm drinking."

But Mama did not leave, but said; "The princess is graceful, the prince has explained, and the old slave must watch the princess drink it with his own eyes."

Ning Xiang had some doubts in her heart, seeing that the grandmother looked frightened, and she didn't want to embarrass anyone, so she took the bowl and drank it all, just thinking about waiting for Liang Bozhao to return to the house, and then ask clearly.

Since Liang Bozhao became the king, he has been busier than before, even if he is in Beijing, the husband and wife can't see each other often, and Ning Xiang doesn't even know what her husband is busy with every day. Occasionally, in the dead of night, Ning Xiang woke up from a sleep, Liang Bozhao hadn't returned to the room yet, the light in the study was on, and there were always people talking about it inside.

During the day, there will also be court officials come to the palace, some Ning Xiang feels familiar, as if he has seen it in the Zhaoyang Palace, but some are eyes, and he doesn't know who they are, Ning Xiang only knows, the palace is becoming more and more lively, and Liang Bozhao has more and more ministers to make friends with, he has never been like this before, he has always looked down on those officials, even if someone stammers, he never pretends to be a word, but now it has gradually changed.

Ning Xiang felt a little uneasy in her heart, even if Liang Bozhao treated her as much as she always doted on and cared for, she was still afraid, and she couldn't explain it, but she felt that Liang Bozhao was getting farther and farther away from her.

He is getting busier and busier, Ning Xiang went to the study to bring him snacks at night, and saw a room of men, some in the army, and some in the court, after seeing her, all the people closed their mouths, and Liang Bozhao sat on the main seat, stretched out his hand to her, his voice was warm, his eyes were also gentle, and he whispered to her to rest first, in order to avoid suspicion, Ning Xiang never went to the study again, and only waited for her husband to come back in the house every day, and every time he was happy with him, Liang Bozhao would always order someone to bring him a bowl of black medicinal juice, Ning Xiang is not without suspicion, but I heard her husband say that this medicine is warm and nourishing, and can help her get pregnant, even if there is doubt, it is all dissipated, and only those medicinal juices are drunk and drunk.

In winter, Japan is cold, every time I drink those decoctions, Ningxiang's stomach will hurt for a long time, even the letter period is inexhaustible, Liang Bozhao looked at it in his eyes, he was distressed, and the intercourse was gradually reduced, and later, he simply rested in the study.

In the seventeenth year of Hongzhang, with a heavy snowfall, the New Year is approaching, Liang Bozhao as the king of Dingbei, he wants to bring his wife into the palace to celebrate the festival with the emperor, but the emperor suffered a cold a while ago, this is just a small problem, no one cares about it, how to know that it is getting more and more serious, and gradually it is to the point that the medicine stone is spiritual, the queen canceled the palace feast, wants to pray for the emperor, and personally recites for the emperor in the Fahua Palace.

The queen is already like this, the court ordered the woman to naturally enter the palace as a companion, Ning Xiang changed into palace clothes, just about to go out, I saw a servant woman hurriedly stepped forward, only said that the prince had an order, saying that the princess was sick recently, and it was not suitable to enter the palace, and the matter was refused.