Since learning of the death of Cowardly Yu that day, Jiang Shu has been a little uneasy in his heart, feeling sorry for the loss of a fresh life, and at the same time even more worried that after those people get rid of him, the next person to deal with is Zhu Changxun.

Because this emotion is difficult to control, and she is pregnant, on the day of Empress Dowager Li's sixty-seventh birthday more than half a month later, she did not enter the palace with Zhu Changxun to celebrate her birthday on the grounds that she was unwell, and only asked him to help bring a birthday gift.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and by the middle of March, the flowers in the garden were completely orange, yellow, orange, green, and violet.

On this day, she was uneasy in her heart again, and she couldn't go down the medical books in the room, so she let Yun Ling, who was waiting from the side, support her, dragged her heavy body, who had been pregnant for more than eight months, and slowly walked out of the door, ready to go to the back garden to see the scene of "all kinds of red and purple fighting Fangfei".

However, just after walking down the steps of the corridor in front of the door, I saw Ping Qian, who was wearing a pink jacket and blue skirt, sitting on a stone bench embroidered under a flourishing Xifu begonia not far away.

She embroidered very seriously, and there was a little smile on the corner of her lips, and she was not in a hurry to pull the needle and thread, and she didn't even notice that she and Yun Poria came out.

Jiang Shu was a little curious about what she was embroidering, so he asked Yun Lingling to help him walk over.

"The princess ......" It wasn't until the two of them approached and blocked the light in front of her that Ping Qian noticed that someone was coming, and hurriedly stood up.

"What are you embroidering, so focused?" Jiang Shu's gaze swept to the lake-blue brocade embroidered surface in her hand, but she saw that it was a few very small daffodils with green leaves and white flowers that were about to take shape.

"It's nothing, it's just embroidered sachets." Ping Qianqiao's face flushed, and the hand holding the embroidered face was a little tighter, and lowered her head slightly.

"Who is that sister Pingqian embroidered for?" Yun Poria on the side also glanced at the embroidered surface, and said with a narrowing of her eyes, "This color is not like what our girls can wear." Does Sister Pingqian have a sweetheart? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, just embroider casually to practice your hands," Ping Qian's face turned red again, and he said busily, "Isn't our princess about to give birth, I haven't embroidered for a long time, and the craft is a little rusty, so I have to practice it first, and I will embroider tiger head shoes for the little boy in the future." ”

"Then I'll help you get the soles of your shoes!" Yun Poria did not doubt that it was there, and immediately volunteered to do it.

"Okay," Ping Qian nodded, turned his head to look at Jiang Shu and said, "As long as the princess can see your work." ”

"Princess, look, Sister Pingqian, she looks down on slaves!" Yun Poria also looked at Jiang Shu and looked aggrieved.

"It's okay," Jiang Shu gently raised his hand to stroke his already obvious lower abdomen, "As long as you can wear it, you won't pick this small one anyway." ”

"It's still a princess ——!" Yun Poria immediately smiled.

Jiang Shu also smiled, his eyes swept over the embroidered surface in Ping Qian's hand again, thought of something, and looked at the two of them: "You two are not young, right, it's time to get married, do you have a fancy to it?" I'll let the prince call the shots for you. Or, give you some taels of silver, and let you go out and marry. ”

"The slave doesn't have it, and I don't want to get married, the slave and the maid have to follow the princess all the time!" Yun Poria immediately expressed her loyalty.

"What about you?" Jiang Shu looked at the screen in front of him, "You have followed me for so many years, and now you are not young, I can't delay you for a lifetime." ”

"Slave maid...... The slave and maid don't want to marry now," Ping Qian glanced down at the embroidered surface in his hand, and hesitated slightly, "The slave and maid are reluctant to give up the princess, and they have only known their sister for a short time, and they don't want to be separated from her so soon, so the princess will keep the slave and maid for another two years, and then tell the princess when the slave and maid have someone she likes." ”

"It's fine." Jiang Shu smiled faintly.

"Princess, let the wooden butterfly go," Yun Lingling thought of something, and said, "I heard that she has a childhood sweetheart cousin at home, who has been waiting for her, and some time ago her aunt didn't want to let her wait, and was forcing her cousin to marry!" ”

“…… Okay," Jiang Shu groaned slightly, and nodded slightly, "You go and call her over." ”