The wind is receding, spring is coming, the weather is warming, and the people below are getting better and better under the governance of the new emperor, not to mention the scenery of flowers blooming in the palace.

Taking advantage of the fine sun, the palace held a flower-viewing banquet, and the women and nobles of all their lives also came.

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But the difference is that the Khitan in the Western Regions is still under the control of the cold winter.

On the winding path connecting the territory of the Khitan and Wu Kingdom, the yellow sand is long, the surrounding trees are scattered, and the sharp dead branches pierce the sky.

On the road that does not end in the bend, a carriage slowly came, and if you look closely, there is still the logo of the royal family of Wuguo on the car, but there is no chariot and horse escort in front and behind.

Zhaorong was crooked against the wall of the car, her high bulging abdomen in one hand, and a velvet blanket on her knees. The curtain opened, and she looked out the window in a daze.

They were on their way back to Dawu.

On that day, they changed their wedding clothes and were sent to the Khitan, and it took them half a month to arrive at the Khitan capital, thinking that it would be good to live a random life here for the time being.

I didn't want the Khitan prince to see that it was a pregnant woman who came to make peace, so he was immediately furious, and the newlywed Yan'er stayed in Wenrou Township.

Zhaorong grew up in a honey pot after all, and he was suddenly aggrieved in his heart. The candles in the new house are extinguished, the Khitan customs are different from those of the Wu country, and all the regulations in it are still added by the white lotus.

She tore off the hippa and wept secretly. It's not for this nominal husband, but it's just a real homesick person.

Tears rushed out of her fat powder, and her face heated.

Just as she was crying and groggy all over, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who paced in was a person she could never have imagined - King Jing.

Zhaorong still had tears in his eyes, and opened his mouth in a daze, but he couldn't speak.

King Jing was dressed in a khitan guard, and he looked particularly tall and handsome. He had a snack in his hand and stepped forward to rest on a few pieces on the side.

"I don't think you have used anything to eat, there is nothing else here, so let's take this for the time being."

She stood up, her eyes full of hope, "Can I go back?" ”

King Jing glanced at her up and down, and his voice was cold, "Since you are here, stay in peace, don't have any crooked ideas." ”

With that, he turned and left, and walked out of the room, his back disappearing behind the curtain.

She froze, King Jing's attitude flashing back in her mind, she recalled his words, all of which weaved an astonishing thought in her mind.

- Collaboration with the enemy and treason.

She couldn't remember what the two countries were talking about, and she needed him to come here with a royal family and nobles. I don't understand what the reason is that a Khitan guard will be by his side to do things for him.

The idea was so absurd that she didn't dare tell anyone, hoping that she was just thinking too much.

But the conversation between King Jing and the Khitan prince that she heard by chance told her that this was obviously not the case.

After she was treated coldly by the Khitan prince, all the Khitan people who saw her had a bit of contempt in their eyes, and many people looked at her abdomen.

At this time, the month can no longer be hidden.

After repeated setbacks, she learned to restrain herself, never worked with her hands, and also learned to fetch water and change clothes for her nominal husband.

But even so, the Khitan prince was still dissatisfied with her. One of his staff members said that Wu Guo sent her to provoke her clearly, and even if they couldn't offend for the time being, they couldn't completely swallow this breath.

Xu is staff's statement hit his mind, and he made an offer to send her back.

She was amazed and delighted.

I can't take care of the side at this time, as long as I can go back, as long as I can see the queen mother again, it's better than anything else. Even if it is laughed at by the Wu people, it is better than being ridiculed by the Hu people in other places.

Before leaving, she saw her fourth emperor brother again, drank the wine he used to practice, and did not even pack much, only brought some dry food and clothes, a coachman and white lotus, and hurried on the road.

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Gathering his thoughts, Zhaorong covered his mouth and yawned.

"Your Highness, there is a post station ahead, but do you want to stop and rest for a while?" Bai He asked.

She had thought that she could hurry back as soon as possible, but now it was almost night, and it was inconvenient to walk, and people were tired and tired, and it was easy to have accidents. She had to gather her emotions and bow her head slightly.

Bai He passed a message to the coachman, and the carriage did slowly stop at a nearby station.

Bai He got out of the car first, and then went to Zhaorong. She was so heavy that she could barely see the road under her feet, and although she was very careful, she still stumbled when she went down.

"Sss She gasped slightly.

The sharp pain spread from the ankle, all the way to the abdomen, and barely took a few steps with the strength of the white lotus, but the pain in the abdomen did not have a tendency to stop, and something seemed to flow uncontrollably between the legs.

She stood still, not daring to move, her face pale.

Seeing this, Bai He also realized something, and hurriedly asked, "Can Your Highness still leave?" Let's go to the inn first. Don't panic, it's not so fast, the slave is here, the slave has learned something from Wen Po, you will definitely be fine. ”

She babbled and said, not knowing whether it was Zhaorong or herself who comforted her.

The pain faded a little, and Zhaorong gritted his teeth, "I can go." ”

The two moved to the post station and asked for a bedroom. Bai He hurriedly begged for a maid to help, and sent her to prepare scissors, towels, warm water and other things.

Zhaorong clutched the futon under him, and the pain swept up in bursts, his eyes were soaked with fog, and his vision was blurred.

In a daze, she only heard Bai He's voice encouraging her, and the footsteps of people coming in and out of the house. But these disappeared later, and she couldn't help but think of Cheng Xingqiu, who was far away in the capital.

I don't know how he's been doing lately. After he was imprisoned, she hadn't done anything for him.

Is he, like her, missing her?

Inch by inch, she felt a little sleepy and couldn't lift her energy.

Somehow, she suddenly realized that the reason why King Jing dared to let her go back with confidence was because she was sure that she would not be able to report the letter.

She wanted to grab Bai He's arm and ask Bai He to go back and report the news, telling her about the little imperial brother who was far away in the capital, and the fourth brother colluded with the Hu people.

But she couldn't use her strength after all, her fingertips brushed Bai He's tight forearm, and muttered in a low voice.

"I'm sleepy."

"My child."

Seeing this, Bai He knew that something was wrong, "Your Highness, you can't sleep." She didn't care too much, she pinched Zhaorong's arm and asked her to stay clear.

Shocking basins of blood were exchanged out of the house, and the coachman waited outside with a white face—inside was the eldest princess, who would be held responsible if something happened here. The maid came out with a copper basin again, frowned and said, "Let me go, don't get in the way." ”

The driver was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back.

The movement inside gradually subsided, and the silence was terrifying.

Half an hour later, Bai Lotus came out with a small velvet blanket wrapped in the newborn Xiao Langjun, but his eyes were lowered and he was not happy.

The heart of the head of the post station sank, and the woman's birth was a matter of life and death, even if she was a princess, she would not save half a point in this matter. He breathed a heavy sigh and asked, "Your Highness...... What's going on? ”

Xiao Langjun wrinkled his little face, his whole body was red, and he was picked up by the maid on the side, and he cried twice.

The intermittent cry echoed, scraping through the bones of everyone present, making people frightened and breathing slightly.

Bai He looked at the head of the post station, silent, and a pair of mournful eyes were inlaid on his calm face.

This arrogant and hateful eldest princess, until she died, also thought that she would be able to go home.

(End of chapter)