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When Liang Bozhao returned, it was almost late at night.

The man changed his military uniform and wanted to rest in the study, but after all, he couldn't rest assured that he couldn't condense incense, and he still walked outside his wife's house.

When he opened the door, he saw a lamp burning in the room, shining faintly.

He thought that Ning Xiang must have fallen asleep, but when he stepped into the inner room, he saw Ning Xiang curled up on the bed, with a thick cushion on her pillow, and her eyes were open there.

Hearing her husband's footsteps, Ning Xiang was slightly stunned, struggled to prop herself up, and called out; "Xianggong, you're back."

Liang Bozhao stepped forward, supported her body, and scolded in a low voice; "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

Ning Xiang didn't want her husband to worry, and didn't tell him that he had been tossed by the fetus for a while, and he could only sleep on a high cushion every day, and he couldn't lie flat at all.

"I sleep a lot during the day, but I can't sleep at night." The fragrance is soft and delicate as ever.

Liang Bozhao looked at her lovely little face, rubbed his big hand lightly on her stomach, and said; "Sleep less during the day, and let Mama help me go out for a walk more when I have nothing to do."

Ning Xiang nodded and hummed softly.

Liang Bozhao looked into her eyes, and the words were almost stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

It was Ning Xiang, her eyes were calm, revealing a gentleness like water, she only held her husband's big hand, and whispered; "Xianggong, the people in the palace are here during the day."

Liang Bozhao naturally already knew, and when he heard Ning Xiang speak, his black eyes tightened, and he said in a dumb voice; "You know everything?"

Ning Xiang lowered her eyes, held back the sourness in her chest, and said softly; "I've heard that on the eighth day of the first lunar month next month, Princess Yongning will marry into the palace."

Liang Bozhao clenched his wife's soft tightly and was speechless.

Ning Xiang's little hand touched her husband's side face, her eyes were like autumn water, Yingying said; "I know it's the emperor's will, and there's no way to do it."

"Xiang'er...."Liang Bozhao's heart was like a pinprick in his heart, looking at his pregnant wife, almost even speaking became torment.

Ning Xiang bent her lips slightly, and the attachment under her eyes was clear; "No matter who the husband marries, as long as the heart is with me, it is enough."

Liang Bozhao's eyes were black, his lips were pursed, and after a long time, he said a sentence; "I once said that I will only marry you one wife in this life, and I also said that there will be no more women next to this palace, Xiang'er... I'm a loser to you. ”

Liang Bozhao's voice was extremely low, and there was a thick bitterness between his eyebrows.

Ning Xiang's eyes were a little moist, she shook her head, and spoke softly; "You didn't fail me, I was ignorant before, and I have always only regarded Xianggong as an ordinary farmer in Luokou Village, and I didn't regard Xianggong as the king of Dingbei at all, if it is an ordinary farmer, he can naturally be monogamous and a couple, but Xianggong is a prince, how can there be only one princess."

Ning Xiang tried her best to speak lightly, but the bursts of colic finally invaded, and drilled into her heart fiercely, when she first learned the news of Liang Bozhao's remarriage, she also suppressed her calm, how do you know that the calm is not true, but it is not yet time, now I see Liang Bozhao, and when I think that he will never belong to himself only in the future, my heart throbs.

Liang Bozhao couldn't bear to see his wife's tears, so he just hugged Ning Xiang in his arms without saying a word. Ning Xiang buried her face in his chest and continued; "Even the sons of ordinary people, they are all three wives and four concubines, there are countless beautiful maids, the prince is the king of Dingbei, even if he marries another princess, it is the most common, I... I'm not sad..."

Ning Xiang closed her eyes and lowered her face deeply, and finally tears fell from her eyes and hit her husband's shirt.

Liang Bozhao hugged her body tightly, but he was speechless, only kissed his wife's hair, and said three words with difficulty; "Don't talk about it."

Ning Xiang really closed her mouth obediently, she leaned on her husband's arm softly, the whole person was quiet, until a long time, her shoulders twitched slightly, and she finally couldn't hold back, even if she kept saying that she was not sad, after all, it was duplicity, and the sharp pain in her heart could not be suppressed.

The next day, Liang Bozhao left the palace again, Ning Xiang didn't know where he went, and he didn't ask the attendants in the palace, because the wedding was approaching, the palace was already a happy event with great fanfare, which was a hundred times more lively than the last time.

Ning Xiang turned a deaf ear, just stayed in his own courtyard, concentrating on sewing a cotton jacket for the child, if he was tired of sewing, he would let the grandmother help her walk a few steps in the yard, since that day Liang Bozhao said that she was not allowed to stew supplements in the kitchen, nor was anyone allowed to add food to her, her diet these days is very light, three meals are just some green vegetables and tofu, if you really can't see the slightest meat, even the snacks in the evening have been subtracted.

And Liang's mother has already put her mind on the marriage between Liang Bozhao and Yongning, except for letting her henchman come to Ning Xiang to take a look every day, she hasn't been here for a long time, and naturally she can't care about letting people add food to Ning Xiang anymore, forcing her daughter-in-law to eat.

It's strange to say, Ning Xiang's appetite has been stretched out before, and I often feel hungry and panicked, but I can't eat anything for a while, I don't feel hungry if I don't eat, even if I eat, I just think about the child in my belly, forcing myself to clip a few green vegetables, which also tastes like chewing wax.

In less than a month, Ning Xiang's body has been reduced a lot, and the originally rounded little face has gradually softened, revealing a sharp jaw, except for the round belly, the whole body is much more slender.

She was silent day by day, listening to the hustle and bustle outside every day, and she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but she felt that those voices were far away, ethereal and unreal, and the lively sounds would always be a little sad when they reached this courtyard. Even if a bride is coming, the servants do not dare not be unsatisfied, and they still serve Ning Xiang meticulously, and the grandmother who is a little intimate with Ning Xiang specially asked for a son Guanyin for Ning Xiang, hoping that she can give birth to a son in this child, so as to stabilize her position.

Finally, on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the next day was the day of Liang Bozhao and Yongning's wedding.

Ning Xiang's delivery date is approaching, and she may be in labor at any time, Wen Po and the imperial doctor have already been taken to the palace and lived in the side hospital, just waiting for Ning Xiang to move in her abdomen to take care of her childbirth.

Liang's mother finally took a free time and came to see her daughter-in-law who was looking at the birth, thinking that Ning Xiang must be haggard and sick, but who knew that although Ning Xiang had no spirit, she was still gentle and quiet between her eyebrows, although she was much thinner than before, but her complexion was not bad, so she also put her mind at ease and gave a few instructions, still busy with her son's marriage.

Ning Xiang can't remember how many days she hasn't had a good night's sleep, her room is very quiet, the maid who keeps watch at night stands outside, only she is alone leaning on a high pillow, her body is heavy, the stomach that is about to give birth almost exhausts her waist, lying on the bed every day, if there is no maid to help, it is almost difficult to turn over, sleep for a long time, that pair of legs are sore, up and down, there is no comfort, because of the imminent production, these days are even more uncomfortable, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can only wait for the dawn with my eyes open, and bear this pain alone.

She listened attentively to the movement outside the house, tomorrow the king of Dingbei will get married, and naturally no one in the house has rested this night, even if it is far away from the front yard, Ning Xiang can still hear the mixed voices, in this silent night, it is even more desolate.

And Liang Bozhao, since he left the house that day, has never returned.

I don't know how long it has been, and finally sleepiness has hit, Ning Xiang grabbed this sleepiness, and just wanted to squint for a while, her stomach hurt at this moment.

She opened her eyes, her face gradually turned pale, and she stroked her belly, a little helpless; "Child, you are obedient, don't come up at this juncture, even if you wait another day, my mother will accompany you, let's wait another day, okay?"

The fetus in the womb naturally did not understand the mother's words, after a while, the pain gradually became fine, a layer of sweat beads on Ning Xiang's forehead, she gritted her teeth, did not dare to call people, in the end she had given birth to a child, she knew that the labor pains before giving birth would last for a long time, the last child, it also hurt for almost a day and a night before falling to the ground, she even hoped that the child could drag on a little longer, and never give birth when Liang Bozhao got married, if that was the case, how would he deal with himself? Should he accompany the bride, or wait for him to give birth?

She didn't want to leave it to him.

Ning Xiang gasped, struggled to sit up, took out a broken step from the sewing basket, held it tightly in her mouth, every time the pain hit, she gritted her teeth and held it, until the sky was getting brighter, the broken step had almost been bitten by her, and the green silk was even wetted with sweat, sticking to her back, Ning Xiang curled up on the bed, her eyes were hazy, and finally she vaguely heard the sound of drumming and playing music, it turned out that she was going to welcome the bride into the house.

Her eyes were empty for a moment, only to feel that her teeth were loosened, and the broken step slipped from her mouth, and she leaned there motionless, the sharp pain in her abdomen was still there, but she seemed to be unaware of it, and listened in such a distracted manner.

Mama led the maid into the house, and as soon as she stepped into the inner room, she saw Ning Xiang lying on the bed, her hair wet and falling on her forehead, and her face was even pale, and under her, there was already a large pool of blood.

"Princess!" The grandmother exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward, and for a time the six gods had no master, and only shouted outside the house; "Come on, the princess is about to give birth! The princess is about to give birth! ”