Sister An'er's bloodline is a mystery, but on the bright side, the prince of Yingchuan is Sister An's father.

As a father, it is only natural that he wants to see his daughter.

Queen Su did not refuse, and said with a smile: "This palace asked people to bring Sister An'er here."

Queen Su gave an order, and soon, the nurse came with Sister An in her arms. The moment the white and fat baby girl came into view, the prince of Yingchuan suddenly had red eyes.

The child who is nearly four months old has slightly opened his eyebrows and eyes. Sister An'er's facial features are very similar to Chen's.

The prince of Yingchuan reached out to hold the child.

The nurse subconsciously took a step back to avoid it, and looked up at Queen Su. Queen Su said softly, "This is Sister An'er's father, and she will never hurt the child. You will give Sister An to the son."

The nurse responded, and then carefully sent the child into the hands of the prince of Yingchuan.

The prince of Yingchuan hugged Sister An, with a complicated expression, like crying and laughing.

Sister An was not very comfortable being held, waved her little arm a few times, and suddenly cried at the top of her throat. Sister An was born white and fat, and her crying voice was particularly powerful.

The prince of Yingchuan has been a father twice before, but he has never held such a small child, let alone coaxed a crying baby, and patted the baby's back awkwardly. Because of her strength, Sister An was slapped a few times and cried even more fiercely.

The nurse was distressed, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Sister An over and tossed a few times in her arms. Sister An smelled the familiar breath, and her crying gradually stopped, and she burrowed her head into the nurse's arms.

The nurse had to retreat and feed the milk.

Empress Su said to the prince of Yingchuan with a stunned face, "Sister An lives in the palace, you just have to rest assured. This palace will not let her suffer the slightest grievance. If you want to see the child, just come into the palace and have a look."

In short, Sister An can only be kept in the palace.

The prince of Yingchuan pressed the thousand thoughts in his heart: "Thank you Queen Mother."

After seeing the child and saying a few irrelevant gossips, the prince of Yingchuan retired and left.

The next day, the prince of Yingchuan entered the palace again and asked to see the Son of Heaven.

Emperor Yongming is still missing.

The prince of Yingchuan was not discouraged and entered the palace for five days in a row. Finally, on the fifth day, I met Emperor Yongming.

Emperor Yongming's huge body was stuffed into the dragon chair, his eyes were squeezed into gaps by fat, and he glanced at the prince of Yingchuan who was kneeling on the ground: "Sickness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. You are seriously ill, you should be recuperating, why do you run to the palace every day?"

"You're in a hurry to see me, what's the matter?"

If the prince of Yingchuan dared to show his resentment at this time, Emperor Yongming would definitely be furious and take the opportunity to severely punish him.

This is the power of the emperor.

Thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace. The emperor can bear the people of the world, let alone a mere prince of a vassal king.

The prince of Yingchuan did not get up, and continued to kneel, with a humble and respectful expression: "My nephew has been sick for a few months, and now he is well, and he wants to go back to the Zongren Mansion on an errand. Please ask the emperor to approve it."

Emperor Yongming was a little impatient: "This little thing, why do you need to come to see me, I will go to the Zongren Mansion to reinstate myself."

The prince of Yingchuan was busy kowtowing and thanking: "With the emperor's words, the nephew can straighten his waist and return to the Zongren Mansion. Thank you, Your Majesty."

He took the initiative to say, "My nephew went to Jiaofang Hall a few days ago and saw Sister An. The queen mother raised Sister An very well."

Speaking of the little county lord, Emperor Yongming became more and more impatient, and snorted from his nose: "Chen's stomach is useless, and after fighting for his life, he gave birth to a county lord."

Is there a lack of county lords in the palace?

What is missing is the prince!

The prince of Yingchuan was full of resentment, but he said: "No matter what, the birth of a child in the palace is always a happy event."

After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "My nephew has a word, and he doesn't vomit unpleasantly."

"Although there are many beauties in the harem, most of them are beauties bought by the queen from Suzhou and Hangzhou or Yangzhou. These beauties, since childhood, are how to serve men, enchanting and beautiful. However, most of them have been taking medicine since childhood, so it is not easy for them to get pregnant."

"The emperor is in his prime, and the dragon is fierce and fierce. why not

Pick some women who have given birth to children to enter the palace, and they may soon be able to conceive dragon heirs."

Emperor Yongming's eyes lit up, and he suddenly came to his senses: "This is a good idea."

The prince's frailty was the biggest pain in Emperor Yongming's heart. Last year, the prince had a heart attack and almost died. That's the case, Emperor Yongming did not let go and appointed Xu Jing as the prince.

In the depths of Emperor Yongming's heart, he did not want the throne to be passed on to outsiders at all. Even if Xu Jing's surname is Xu, and he is the same great-grandfather as the prince, he is also an outsider.

The two side concubines in the East Palace have not sent out the good news, Emperor Yongming is unhappy, it is inconvenient to say that the side concubines are not, and he has mentioned to the prince twice in private, and he wants to enter the East Palace again, but the prince refused.

Now the words of the prince of Yingchuan can be regarded as scratching the itch of Emperor Yongming.

If he had another son, he wouldn't have to make Xu Jing the prince.

"My nephew is not talented, and I am willing to find a suitable young woman for the emperor." The prince of Yingchuan, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and looked flattering: "Please rest assured that the emperor will act carefully."

The women who have had children are all women who have married and had children. Choosing one to enter the palace means that the husband and wife are separated from the mother and son, and this kind of thing is really damaging to yin morality, and the rumors are really not good.

The prince of Yingchuan is willing to take the initiative to take care of such things, which shows that he is loyal and sincere!

Emperor Yongming remembered the benefits of the prince of Yingchuan offering his daughter-in-law, and saw that his eyes were gentle and kind: "Since you took the initiative to ask for help, I will allow you."

The prince of Yingchuan was busy kowtowing and thanking him.

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes flashed with poison. It's a pity that no one got a glimpse.

Beihai Palace.

Xu Erwu walked quickly to the garden, and quickly searched for the figure of his own princess: "Enlighten the princess, the prince sent a letter back."

Zhao Xiyan's eyes flashed with joy, and he slowly turned around.

The hosta took the letter first and sent it to her master: "There is a pavilion over there, and the slave maid waits for the princess to go to the pavilion to sit down and rest."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and walked into the pavilion with the support of the hosta begonia.

I'm almost seven months pregnant. The weather was hot and dry, and she wore a thin, soft summer dress. Under strict diet control and regular and quantitative exercise every day, the stomach still maintains the same appearance as it was more than half a month ago.

Sitting down in the gazebo and opening the letter, Xu Jing's familiar handwriting came into view.

The letter was clearly written in a hurry, and was only two pages long.

「…… There are still two days to go to Qinghe County. Wherever the army passed, they were full of hunger and bones."

"The Shen Sheren led a thousand men, quietly left the army, and went to the nearby counties. The 30,000 soldiers are paid for food and grass, and the imperial court can only supply half of it, and the other half depends on the means of the Shen Sheren."

In just a few words, there was a thick smell of killing and blood.