Chapter Twenty-Eight: She, Really

"Concubine Niangniang." The nurse saluted.

Xi Mengyuan ignored her, ran directly to the cradle, lifted the white gauze tent on the cradle, the child in the cradle was sleeping fragrantly, the white and tender face was red and the mouth was puffing out small bubbles, Yuxue was cute.

"Second prince, how is his health?" After touching the child's face, Xi Mengyuan's heart was relaxed.

"Back to Niangniang, the second prince was just born a little weak, and the queen mother slowly got better after summoning the imperial doctor, and the queen mother liked the second prince very much, and often hugged him to sleep at night." The nurse replied with a smile.

"Go down." Xi Mengyuan's eyes flashed, looking at his fat son with a complicated expression.

"Yes."

Xi Mengyuan looked at his son quietly for a while, as if he wanted to make up for a month, and after looking at his son, Xi Mengyuan kissed his son's forehead and covered him with a small quilt.

Touching the white mosquito net, Xi Mengyuan was stunned, this is? Mosquito net?

She remembered that modern babies use such mosquito nets, and she didn't look carefully just now, but after being relieved, she found that the whole cradle was very familiar, this is a crib in the 21st century.

The crib was bought from the mall for a thousand dollars.

"Concubine Niangniang, the imperial doctor is here." The palace maid announced.

"Ask the Imperial Doctor to come in."

The imperial physician was summoned by the emperor to check the body of the little prince.

"Concubine Niangniang, the second prince is in good health, and the medicine of the Queen Mother is really good." The Imperial Doctor praised.

"The Queen Mother's medicine?" Xi Mengyuan asked.

"Yes, the second prince was born prematurely, his body was extremely weak, I am afraid that he will not survive the full moon, and the queen mother did not know where to find the miracle medicine to make the second prince's health better." The Imperial Physician said.

"She, she, really?" Xi Mengyuan waved his hand, and he didn't know whether to ask himself or the imperial doctor.

After the imperial doctor retreated, Xi Mengyuan looked at a quiet palace and heard that she had eight maidservants, but she had only seen five.

The eight people didn't know where they went, the hall was empty, the silence was terrible, Xi Mengyuan thought, was Lu Qingge living alone in this gorgeous cage, sitting quietly on it, looking at this empty palace, no one spoke, no one dared to talk to her, thinking of the time when she entered the palace to ask for peace, the harem concubines trembled and no one dared to say a word.

It turned out that the Queen Mother was also lonely and lonely.

The competition for favor in the harem is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is a lifetime of loneliness.

Some people choke and quarrel with you, but some people can't even make people feel noisy.

Xi Mengyuan suddenly felt a kind of sympathy.

"You're relieved, too." Xi Mengyuan whispered to the empty phoenix eyes above the hall.

The wind rose, and a gust of white things drifted in, and a thin layer of paved in the main hall.

"Is it snowing" Xi Mengyuan looked at the white patch outside the hall, strange, it was spring.

This is the blue and white flower, her favorite, the flowers bloom undefeated all year round, like snow-white catkins. A man in blue stood under a towering tree, blue flowers fell from above, falling between his hair, on the blue clothes, the man took his hand to catch it, held it gently, put it into the collar on his chest, and greeted the rain of flowers, like walking outside the palace.

Xi Mengyuan looked at his blue back in a daze, and felt very sad inexplicably.

'Yuan'er, what are you looking at?' A pair of hands were wrapped around her waist, and the familiar male voice came to her ears.

'My fifth emperor brother, Jun Zixi, the prince of the south wind. ’

'Nanqing, let's go, take the children, and get out of here. Xi Mengyuan leaned against his body and said softly.

'Good. The gentleman let go of the hand that was around her and took a blue flower.

'Yuan'er, I found out the one who caused your miscarriage, the mastermind Concubine Li, the accomplices, and everyone in the harem. ’

'Nanqing, bury her well. ’

In March of the 4th year of Xuanzong, Xuanzong abeded, and the Zen throne and the five princes and gentlemen Xi, the year name, Qingzong.