When Wei Luo was pregnant for more than four months, her stomach began to show slightly, and it swelled day by day, like a small watermelon that was slowly ripening. Wei Luo's greatest joy every day was to stand in front of the red sandalwood four-bird copper mirror surrounded by flower branches, look at her stomach, and watch it grow little by little. The only fly in the ointment is her increasingly round body.
It's also Zhao Jie who has the ability to bring her delicious food from outside in different ways every day. Today it's fermented duck, tomorrow it's creamy puff pastry, or it's white jade hoof flower and pear stewed milk soup. Only Wei Luo doesn't want it. There is nothing Zhao Jie can't get for food. In this way, the flesh on Wei Luo's cheeks that disappeared a while ago quickly grew back.
Wei Luo lowered her head and looked at her bulging waist. Although it was still slender, for a girl like her who insisted on perfection in everything, it was already very unattractive. She couldn't help thinking of Liang Yurong's big belly when she was pregnant. At that time, let alone her waist, she couldn't even see her own toes. When she thought that she would become like that, she was both a little melancholy and a little frightened.
Zhao Jie saw her standing in front of the mirror for a long while, motionless, her mouth pouted, she put down the book in her hand and smiled, "Why are you so engrossed in reading?"
Wei Luo walked back to the rosewood rose chair, stopped in front of Zhao Jie, turned around, and asked melancholy, "Am I getting fat?"
Zhao Jie chuckled and shook his head.
Wei Luo didn't believe it, thinking that he must be coaxing her. She took Zhao Jie's hand and put it on her waist, and said: "My waist has become thicker."
Zhao Jie touched it up and down cooperatively. Wherever it was thick, it was still the same as before, so thin that it seemed to break when he grasped it. Only the front of the lower abdomen protrudes a small arc, which is not very obvious. Zhao Jie comforted his little girl: "Our son is in your womb, if he doesn't grow up, how will he be born in the future?"
Wei Luo thought for a while, and felt that what he said made sense, and gradually calmed down. Just after thinking about it, she felt something was wrong. She looked at Zhao Jie and said, "How do you know it's a son? What if it's not." She was annoyed, and asked, "Do you only like sons and not daughters? What if I gave birth to a daughter, don't you love her?"
Before the horoscope was written, she became nervous first. Zhao Jie held her accusing finger and said with a smile: "Who said I don't like it? Luo, you know that I wish to be a daughter more than anyone else."
Zhao Jie likes girls, to be precise, he likes Wei Luosheng's girls. He once thought that if it was Wei Luo and his daughter, it would be a cute, powdery baby like Yuxue. It's better to be born exactly like Wei Luo, every day when he goes home he can see Wei Luo sitting on the beauty's couch with little Ah Luo in his arms, babbling and learning to speak, just thinking about such a day will make him feel satisfied.
Wei Luo deliberately picked the thorn in his words, "Then you don't like it if it's your son?"
This is a lot of mistakes, Zhao Jie smiled, and chose not to answer.
Wei Luo also felt that she was a little unreasonable, so she stopped discussing this issue with him. Anyway, once the time comes, she will be able to tell whether it is a boy or a girl. She likes both boys and girls equally. After all, it is a piece of her own body. No mother does not like her child.
As soon as autumn passed, it entered winter, and the weather became colder every day.
Today is Emperor Chongzhen's birthday, and a birthday banquet was held in the palace. Because Emperor Chongzhen requested that everything be kept simple, in order not to make a big deal, he only invited a few high-ranking officials and noble families to celebrate his birthday in Linde Hall with the emperor.
Zhao Jie and Wei Luo naturally wanted to go too. Zhao Jie asked someone to find a gold-laid silk Haige Shuanglong pattern longevity male jewelry basin from other places, and presented it to Emperor Chongzhen as a birthday gift. At the birthday banquet, all the ministers presented their gifts to Emperor Chongzhen and chanted the birthday speech, and the lingering sound hovered above the Linde Hall for a long time.
Wei Luo sat next to Zhao Jie, opposite to the fifth prince Zhao Zhang and the concubine Gao Wan'er. A while ago, Emperor Chongzhen released Zhao Zhang's ban and allowed him to attend the birthday banquet. On the surface, it seemed that he forgave the fifth prince, but in fact, the emperor had never arranged any government affairs for Zhao Zhang, and it seemed that he meant to neglect him. Even today's birthday banquet, when the fifth prince and the fifth concubine went up to celebrate the birthday, Emperor Chongzhen didn't have much joy on his face.
Gao Wan'er just gave birth to a son two months ago, maybe it was because she was grounded a while ago, she didn't take care of her body, and she caught the cold after giving birth, so her complexion is not as good as before. He was clearly about the same age as Wei Luo, but he was actually a few years older than Wei Luo. Wei Luo looked at Gao Wan'er, and secretly decided in her heart that after giving birth, she must take good care of her body and restore her body shape, so she must not become like Gao Wan'er.
Gao Wan'er turned her head and met Wei Luo's gaze without warning.
Wei Luo was startled for a moment, then smiled as usual, as a greeting.
It's just that Gao Wan'er was not as enthusiastic towards her as before, she only glanced at her, then silently looked away. It must be because he knew the reason why Zhao Zhang was grounded, and when he faced Wei Luo again, he was not as relaxed and happy as before.
Wei Luo didn't care too much. On her left are the Ninth Prince and the Ninth Concubine. The Ninth Concubine is the daughter of Shangshu, named Sun Rongyu. Hsu is also generous. Wei Luo smiled back, Zhao Jie and Zhao Chen occasionally chatted a few words, she had nothing to do, waited for the singing and dancing to end, and after the banquet, she lowered her head and ate the plate of sweet and sour shrimp in front of her.
Wei Luo ate two mouthfuls, and thought it was too troublesome to peel, so she wiped her hands and stopped eating.
She took time to glance at the empress and empress above. Empress Chen sat dignifiedly beside Emperor Chongzhen, with a smile on her lips and a full demeanor. Emperor Chongzhen wanted to ease the relationship between the two, so he ordered someone to pour wine into the glass cup in front of Empress Chen, but Empress Chen declined politely, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I cannot drink alcohol."
The emperor was stunned, and asked in disbelief: "I remember you used to be able to drink." In the past in the barracks, Chen Rufu was informal, and occasionally gathered to toast with the soldiers, not as she said now, Can't drink.
Empress Chen lowered her eyes and said after a while, "I have a bad stomach. Ten years ago, the imperial physician advised me to drink less."
Emperor Chongzhen was even more shocked. If it was true as she said, would she have endured the discomfort to entertain her courtiers with him every time a banquet was held these years? She never said it to herself. Then she went back to Zhaoyang Palace, but suffered the pain silently
Emperor Chongzhen grabbed Empress Chen's hand, ignoring that it was under the watchful eyes of everyone, and softly said softly: "Wanwan, I have been sorry to you all these years, can you forgive me once? I will definitely make up for everything. My debt to you..."
Empress Chen waved her hands calmly, looked at the officials below and said: "The birthday banquet is still in progress, Your Majesty must not be rude."
Emperor Chongzhen seemed to have punched the cotton with his fist. In addition to being helpless, he felt deeply powerless.
His Wan Wan would never forgive him. The emperor's heart was empty, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out by someone with a knife, and he was in vain. Even drinking could not relieve the pain.
As soon as Wei Luo came back to her senses, she saw a few peeled sweet and sour prawns on a white-glazed dish with a peony pattern in front of her. She turned her head in surprise, and she saw that Zhao Jie was slowly peeling the shrimp for her, and after peeling it, she put it on the plate, curled the corner of her mouth, and asked without looking sideways: "What are you looking at?"
Wei Luo's lips moved, and she asked emotionally, "How do you know I want to eat shrimp?"
Zhao Jie turned his head to look at her, with a smile on his face, "What's the matter with you, I don't know about it?"
Wei Luo opened her mouth, but was speechless.
After a while, Zhao Jie peeled half a plate of sweet and sour prawns, wiped his hands with a sweat towel, and pushed the plate in front of her, "Eat it." Just now she clearly wanted to eat, but just peeled two or three. From then on, I didn't eat it if I thought it was troublesome, but my eyes glanced at the shrimp from time to time, showing my greed.
Seeing this, the Ninth Prince Concubine at the side showed an envious expression, and then glanced at the Ninth Prince Zhao Chen, with the words "Look at others and then at you" clearly written in their eyes.
The Ninth Prince touched his nose helplessly, picked up a chopstick of braised pork and put it on Sun Rongyu's plate, and said, "You like this, eat it quickly."
Sun Rongyu shot him a look, knowing that this occasion was not suitable for her to show her temper, so she pouted and did not mess with Zhao Chen, and obediently ate the piece of braised pork.
Wei Luo still suffers from occasional morning sickness recently, perhaps because she sat in the Linde Hall for a long time, and the voices in her ears were too noisy, she felt nauseated, so Jin Lu asked Empress Chen for instructions, and then she frowned and withdrew Linde Hall. Outside the hall, Wei Luo supported the gold-painted dragon-patterned pillar and vomited acid water. She vomited out all the food she ate just now, and her stomach felt empty, feeling very uncomfortable.
Wei Luo's eyes were red, and after finally recovering, Zhao Jie took out a sweat towel and wiped the corners of her mouth, "If you feel uncomfortable, let's go home."
Wei Luo took the tea bowl that Jin Lu handed over, rinsed her mouth, snuggled into Zhao Jie's arms, and nodded slightly.
Zhao Jie ordered Zhu Geng to prepare the carriage, and he went back to the palace to bid farewell to Emperor Chongzhen and Empress Chen. Wei Luo was waiting outside the hall, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly saw someone coming from the opposite side of the corridor. There were octagonal palace lanterns hanging on the verandah, and the lights were dim. Wei Luo saw that the other party was wearing a lotus-colored Suzhou embroidered treasure box pattern jacket, and the gold butterfly pattern skirt fluttered with her footsteps. It turned out to be Gao Qingyang.
Gao Qingyang walked up to Wei Luo's side and hesitated for a while, then quickly retracted her previous expression and bowed to Wei Luo, "I've seen the princess."
Although she acted very naturally, Wei Luo still saw the sullenness in her eyes just now. Wei Luo smiled back, and said pleasantly, "Why is Miss Gao coming out?"
Gao Qingyang pursed her lips and forced a smile, "I just saw that the hall was too stuffy, so I wanted to go out for a walk, so I went back."
Wei Luo didn't ask any further questions, but only said a few words politely, and then let her in.
Not long after Gao Qingyang left, Wei Changhong came from the corridor in a brocade robe with a pattern of dark blue persimmon stalks. Seeing Wei Luo standing here alone, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Ah Luo, why are you alone? ?”