Ning Guifei listened, thinking that the people in the palace didn't serve him well, so he came to the cold palace to ask her to boil soup, and hurriedly brushed her sideburns: "The concubine will go." ziyouge”

After speaking, he bowed to him, and then followed the palace people in the direction of the imperial dining room.

Li Huailin looked sideways at her back, knowing very well that he should say two good words, and he knew that he should be nice to her, but seeing that she was not sad at all, he felt sullenly, there was no need, she was definitely not very sad.

Retracting his gaze, he drove back to Hexi Palace to wait.

The soup in the pot was bubbling with milky white bubbles, and Ning Wanwei stood by and watched, slightly distracted.

"Which of the ladies in the palace will come over to make soup in person?" The cook outside whispered.

The cook next to her said: "I heard that it was His Majesty's will, so that the concubine could boil the soup before she could return to Hexi Palace." ”

"Isn't this a way to abuse people?"

It's really bad, and I can't help but say that I took back my grace, and I can't help but let her enter the cold palace. Ning Wanwei still doesn't know what she did wrong, and after thinking about it, she can only feel that it was His Majesty who lost his temper and became angry with her, after all, the eldest princess's party has officially confronted the court recently, and she used to be favored because of the eldest princess, and now she should be implicated because of her.

His Majesty has no feelings for her as a person.

Seeing that the hour was almost up, Concubine Ning Guifei took a handkerchief, wrapped the sand pot and took off the stove, and put the soup out.

"Mother." There was a cook in the back who said cautiously, "Come on, slave, your hand."

Concubine Ning smiled gently, shook her head, picked up the soup and followed the palace people to Hexi Palace.

Hexi Palace is really far away from the imperial dining room, and the hot soup is covered with some snow when it is served, and it is only half warm. She entered the temple. He saluted first, and then took the soup out and tried it, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Li Huailin leaned on the soft couch and looked at her, feeling extremely down-to-earth in his heart, and his complexion eased a lot.

"What? Doesn't taste good? He asked.

She shook her head: "It's a little cold." ”

The emperor stood up, took the spoon in her hand and took a sip, raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze inadvertently swept to her hand.

There was a red blister on the delicate finger, and there was already yellow water in it.

The movement froze, Li Huailin squinted, and said in an unkind tone: "How stupid are you?" ”

Ning Guifei's face turned white, she pulled her sleeve and covered her hand, and explained in a low voice: "It's a little cold, and my hands are not very dexterous, so I wouldn't have been like this before." ”

Li Huailin was speechless.

He felt sorry for her, and her words were listened to by her, why did he become like he hated her?

Sideways to tell the palace maid to bring the medicine for the burn, Li Huailin held the bowl of half-warm soup and drank it slowly. He whispered, "Apply the medicine yourself." ”

"Thank you, Lord Longne!" Ning Guifei saluted, turned sideways to avoid his gaze, and lowered her head to wipe it.

It's still the same Hexi Palace, but she is here, it's completely different from Concubine Shu here, and Li Huailin doesn't know what the difference is, but looking at her figure, her body that has been tense for a day is relaxed.

With a slight movement in his heart, Li Huailin put the bowl. Reached out and pulled the man over.

Ning Wanwei was still rubbing the medicine, but she didn't stabilize it, and her body fell into his arms, and she subconsciously raised her hand high, afraid that the medicine would rub against his dragon robe.

Li Huailin snorted lightly and opened his mouth to bite her neck.

"Don't," she said in alarm, "the concubine hasn't changed her clothes yet!" ”

"What's the matter?" He muffled.

Ning Wanwei was stunned, blinked extremely slowly, felt his temperature, and the tip of her nose was slightly red.

"According to the rules, the palace concubines should be bathed."

"In this palace, I am the rule."

His body trembled slightly, Ning Wanwei carried him to the soft couch, subconsciously reached out and went down his back to comfort him.

Sensing her movements, Li Huailin did not calm down, but moved more violently, like a suddenly irritable beast, biting open her clothes very roughly. Ning Wanwei followed his strength and let him do whatever he wanted, with confusion and a slight dazedness in her eyes.

The emperor's mind is really hard to guess, the last moment he was in the cold palace, and the next moment he can be pampered, how many days has he not seen her?

Being swept into the brocade quilt in a daze, Ning Wanwei has been thinking about this question all the time, and she has a little hope in her heart. I was also a little apprehensive.

The next day, the emperor went to the court, Ning Guifei flipped through the imperial calendar, her eyes fell on yesterday's day, she thought about it slightly, and suddenly.

Twenty-month nineteenth, the birthday of the eldest princess of Danyang.

It's not because I miss her, it's because I miss the eldest princess.

Ning Wanwei stood in place and was silent for a long time, then smiled again.

It's good, at least when he misses his imperial sister, she can still help comfort him.

In the early dynasty, all the ministers found that the emperor was in a good mood, although he was distracted many times, but he kept smiling on his lips, which was completely different from the cold of the previous days.

"In the last month, the imperial court surrendered 3,000 troops and took the seven cities of Pingling." Situ Jing bowed below, "Conflicts broke out in various parts of Ziyang Danyang, and there was turmoil in the main city of Ziyang three days ago, although it was quickly suppressed, it is enough to show that the people are also dissatisfied with Ziyang Jun. ”

"Very good." Li Huailin smiled.

Liu Yunlie listened to Situ Jing on the side, and surprisingly didn't say a word.

Ziyang bào luàn is done by their people, not public opinion, and there is nothing to be happy about at all. At present, in the battle of Pingling, because the commander of the feudal monarch is a, he has always had the upper hand, and once Jiang Xuanjin is in charge, the situation will be difficult to say.

It's also a shame that now that Li Huaiyu is about to give birth, he has dragged Jiang Xuanjin back, and they still have room to prepare countermeasures.

However, Situ Jing didn't do anything else, but invited credit first.

Shaking his head secretly, Liu Yunlie sighed, he didn't open his mouth to remind the emperor on the seat, nor did he come out to refute Situ Jing's words, a pair of heroic eyes looked at the entire court slowly.

In the spring breeze of the first-line city in March, Qi Jin said that Mrs. is about to give birth, and it will be a few days.

Jiang Xuanjin stared at Li Huaiyu's stomach motionlessly, he had been staring at it for half an hour, and the Chengxu next to him really couldn't stand it, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you don't have to be so nervous. ”

It's useless to be nervous!

"Which eye do you have that makes Benjun nervous?" Jiang Xuanjin raised his chin indifferently.

Li Huaiyu made a sound, hooked his wet palm with his fingers, and said brightly in his eyes: "Yes, our thousands of troops are lined up in front of us without moving, where can we be nervous about this little thing?" ”

As he spoke, he opened his palm playfully and gently wiped him with a handkerchief.

Jiang Xuanjin was a little annoyed: "Leave me alone." ”

He looked fierce, but Li Huaiyu giggled, wiped his hands, and interlocked his fingers with him: "I haven't eaten lunch yet, how much can I eat?" ”

The heart seemed to be held in his throat by a rope, Jiang Xuanjin shook his head: "I'm not hungry." ”

Huaiyu couldn't cry or laugh: "If I don't give birth, you won't eat?" ”

"It's not." He frowned.

The palm that had just been wiped was a little sweaty again, Huaiyu sighed, asked Chengxu to bring the food over, and coaxed him softly: "I'm fine, you eat two bites first, and I'll listen to you later, so I can sleep for a while." How is it? ”

She hasn't been able to sleep recently, and the cyan color under her eyes is becoming more and more obvious, Jiang Xuanjin has thought of any way, and she can't change her sleep for more than an hour.

Now that she said this, he nodded even if he had no appetite.

Murong Qi peeked twice in the outer room, and couldn't help but sigh twice: "No wonder." ”

No wonder Ziyangjun will marry Li Huaiyu back, although this eldest princess of Danyang is rude to others, she is really gentle to this Ziyangjun, she is obviously uncomfortable, and she still coaxes him.

However, Pingling fought so fiercely, and Jiang Xuanjin was still sitting here with his wife, and he was really calm.

"Hey, why don't you eat celery?" Huaiyu pinched it to his lips, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Ziyangjun is still a picky eater?" ”

Jiang Xuanjin looked at the green, white, green and white section quite unpleasantly: "It's unpalatable." ”

"No, it's delicious. And Qi Jin said, this is good for the body. ”

"Don't."

It's really stubborn, Huaiyu pouted, and just wanted to say something more, but her stomach was tight.

She paused, realized something, and turned her head to Qingsi and said, "Let Doctor Qi come over first." ”

Jiang Xuanjin's jaw tightened, grabbed her and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Not much, let her check the pulse." Li Huaiyu's face was relaxed. smiled at him, "But I suddenly have a little craving for jade bean buns." ”

This thing is also in Lu Jingxing's restaurant, and as soon as Chengxu wanted to say that he was going to buy it, Mrs. pulled the king's hand and said, "You go and buy it for me, okay?" ”

If it was usual, Jiang Xuanjin would definitely go out and get on the horse, but right now, he stared at her for a while, his hands suddenly tightened, and his pupils instantly panicked.

"Hey, don't worry." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Huaiyu smiled, "I didn't have an accident, I really didn't, it's okay!" ”

“”

"Even if you're going to give birth, you don't need this expression, hey, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't eat any jade bean buns, you pull me, don't be afraid. ”

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"Jiang Jue, I'm giving birth to a child, not going to die, you dignified Ziyang Jun, you can't be scared like this!"

“”

Murong Qi listened to it outside, and the corners of his mouth twitched, who the hell wants to give birth? Those who are pregnant are not afraid of the heavens and the earth, but those who are not pregnant are so shocked that their faces are white.

"Baihua-kun. It's not convenient here, you go outside, please. He hurriedly came out.

Murong Qi shrugged his shoulders and followed the door to stand for a while, then saw that the people in the mansion came over one after another.

The goddess of medicine solemnly held the medicine box and entered the door, Qingsi and Xu Chuzhuo also went in with things, and followed by a string of stable women, Ziyangjun was inside, and never came out.

Murong Qi leaned on the stone pillar next to him, looking at the people waiting silently in the courtyard, and suddenly felt that the eldest princess of Danyang was actually not miserable at all, saying that it was pointed out by Qianfu, but there were so many people around her who cared about her and were much better than her, and the whole country of the Eastern Jin Dynasty praised her, but there was no one around her.

Giggling twice, Murong Qi looked at the person standing at the front of the courtyard.

It seemed to be the eldest princess's best friend, and every time I saw him, he was wearing a brocade robe as white as snow, but the embroidery was different.

Some people say that he is a businessman, but Murong Qi doesn't think it looks like it. The businessmen are all fat heads and big ears in brocade clothes with copper coin patterns, this person looks like a jade tree in the wind, like a turbid son who "rides a horse and leans on a sloping bridge, and is full of red sleeves", without half a copper smell.

Right now, he stood outside the door, listening to the movement in the room, his face tense. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly his hands were folded. Bow to the sky.

The clothes are fluttering, and the elegance is unique, even if he is puzzled, Murong Qi thinks it is really fucking good-looking.

Subconsciously, she learned from him to bow to the sky.

Even if Danyang is not pleasing to the eye, then you have to pray that she will give birth to Lin'er safely, as long as she is alive, there will always be a chance to fight again.

The agarwood Buddha beads on her wrist were pinched tightly by her, and Li Huaiyu kept whispering to comfort the restless Jiang Xuanjin, but her stomach really hurt, her face turned pale, and she couldn't speak.

Jiang Xuanjin broke her fingers, took out the Buddha beads, and stuffed her hand into her hand.

Huaiyu listened to Wen Po's words and saved his strength, watching his actions, but he still couldn't help but say, "Did you do it on purpose?" I know I'm reluctant to pinch you. ”

"It's not." His eyes were tight, and his whole body was full of uneasy breath, Jiang Xuanjin forced himself to sit still in place. He whispered, "You had a nightmare the other day. ”

The only time she slept for most of the hour, she leaned back on the soft pillow and kept dreaming, saying all the things she had said to him in the death row interrogation room, muttering and muttering, tears streaming down her face.

He was distressed.

He didn't want to care about what she owed him, but he owed her. He wanted to pay it back.

The stomach shrank more and more painfully, Huaiyu gasped, breathing as Wen Po said, and forced the fear to the bottom of his heart.

She can't panic, although she has never given birth to a child, she is indeed afraid, but he is obviously more afraid than her, if she panics, he must be crazy. But I think so. When the pain was severe, her pupils were a little dilated.

"Your Majesty, will you go out first?" Wen Po knew the rules, and persuaded repeatedly, "The delivery room is heavy and dirty, you"

Raising her eyes coldly, Jiang Xuanjin stared at her and asked, "Where is it dirty?" ”

Wen Po choked, and was so frightened by his look that she didn't dare to say anything again.

It takes a long time to pot flowers. Generally has nothing to do with men, the old men of each family are waiting for tea outside, no matter how cold they are, they go out to shop and come back to hold their children. Ziyangjun has a noble status, and he has heard a lot of taboos, I thought it was to give him a step down, who would have thought that he would really be able to sit here.

The "master" saw that she was getting more and more painful, her face was wrinkled, her eyes were red, and she said in a low voice, "Today is March 27th. ”

On March 27, in the eighth year of Daxing, it was a day suitable for funerals, and someone drank poisoned wine and went to Huangquan with full unwillingness.

But in the ninth year of Daxing, March 27 is auspicious, and there are no taboos. Everything.

In the haze, Huaiyu heard this, the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a pale smile, and reached out to grab the person next to him.

"I used to hate you very much, so when I told you to live a long life, I was with resentment." As if remembering something, she muttered to him, "But it's different now." Now I don't hate you anymore. ”

Jiang Xuanjin's pupils constricted.

The face in front of him was covered with sweat, haggard to the point of almost withering, but he said to him: "Your Excellency must live a long life." ”