Wei Luo's waist is getting thicker and thicker. The slender and slim waist has long since disappeared without a trace. Not to mention the bulging belly, her face has become rounder, and her chest has changed from a small peach to white and tender. Tender buns. If Zhao Liuli and Yang Zhen hadn't returned to the palace together today, Wei Luo would have said nothing to go out. She felt that she couldn't see anyone with her appearance. .
Wei Luo touched her belly, sighed and said, "Little Watermelon, after you are born, mother must take good care of herself."
Zhao Jie smiled softly at the side, Gein Wei Luo's sighing appearance was really cute. He went up to hug her, bit her ear and said: "No matter what you become, my Ah Luo will always be the most beautiful girl."
"No." Wei Luo pushed him away and corrected him righteously, "You can't talk like that, it will make me relax. I'm just doing this for a while now, because I have to have a baby. I will lose weight again after giving birth. down."
Zhao Jie smiled on her thin lips, and looked at her motionlessly, his voice was low and seductive: "But I'm telling the truth." In his heart, his little girl will always be the prettiest. Especially at this moment, she has a round belly, their child is conceived in her petite body, and the bulge of her belly is the most beautiful curve in the world.
Wei Luo scolded him: "Slick tone." But her voice was sweet.
Fortunately, Wei Luo knew that Zhao Jie's words were sweet words, so he couldn't take them seriously, so he just listened to them. On the way to the palace, Wei Luo thought to her belly, Little Watermelon, mother has sacrificed so much for you, you must give birth smoothly, don't torment her.
I heard from Liang Yurong that it hurts when giving birth.
In Zhaoyang Hall, Zhao Liuli and Yang Zhen had already arrived.
Zhao Liuli sat on the red sandalwood rattan-faced arhat bed, with a sapphire blue makeup pillow behind her, blushing, and quietly looked at Yang Zhen who was standing in front of Emperor Chongzhen and Empress Chen. Yang Zhen was wearing a deep red brocade robe embroidered with gold and water patterns, with a dignified face, and was answering the questions of the emperor and empress respectfully.
Yang Zhenduan was serious, without squinting, as calm as usual. Before Zhao Liuli was married to him, it was nothing to see him like this, but now that she is married, after learning about his nature, looking at his appearance, she feels a little complicated.
On the night of their marriage, Zhao Liuli was pressed onto the bed by Yang Zhen before she even had time to change out of her wedding robe.
Yang Zhen held her wrist tightly, bit her ear obsessively and called her "Your Highness", and then his voice changed, and he called "Liu Li" over and over again in a hoarse voice. Zhao Liuli couldn't move under him, she shrank and accepted his dense kisses.
When Yang Zhen rushed in, she was so painful that tears rolled down, she bit Yang Zhen's shoulder, choked up and said it hurt. Yang Zhen knew that she was not feeling well, but he couldn't control himself, he licked away the tears from her cheeks, kept moving, and pushed her away cruelly.
Zhao Liuli cried for half an hour, her little face was flushed from crying, and she looked so miserable, not to mention how pitiful she was.
Half an hour later, Yang Zhen hugged the limp Zhao Liuli and went to the clean room to take a bath. Yun Zi led the maidservants into the house to clean up, and seeing the messy marks on the bed and the wedding gown that was so wet that it could almost drip, their cheeks blushed.
Emperor Chongzhen gave Yang Zhen a few days off. In the past few days, Yang Zhen didn't go anywhere, and stayed in the house with Zhao Liuli for three days and three nights. Except for someone knocking on the door for eating and drinking, no one in the house disturbed the rest of the time. Zhao Liuli never knew that Yang Zhen had so much energy, he must have endured it for a long time, and after getting married, it all came to him.
Every corner of the new house has their traces, even the window sills and desks are no exception. Even Yang Zhen refused to let her go when eating, and he did not leave her body while feeding her. Zhao Liuli felt that these three days passed quickly, but also very slowly, if it wasn't for going back to the palace today to visit her father and mother, maybe Yang Zhen still wouldn't let her out of the room.
When Zhao Liuli thought of the absurdity of these three days, she felt extremely ashamed. Up to now, she is still in pain all over her body. Today, she entered Zhaoyang Hall sitting on her shoulders, and her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up at all. Presumably the mother must have seen it, it's all Yang Zhen's fault for being so unrestrained! Zhao Liuli blushed, thinking so.
Emperor Chongzhen and Empress Chen asked about it, and they were quite satisfied with Yang Zhen.
Empress Chen gave the seat and said with emotion: "Liu Li is my precious daughter, I have always loved her very much, now that she is married to you, you should treat her well, and don't let me down."
Yang Zhen stood up and said, "Madam Empress, please rest assured, I have one heart and one mind for the princess."
Empress Chen nodded, turned her head and glanced at Zhao Liuli who was leaning on the pillow, and said dissatisfiedly: "They are all married girls, no matter how they behave, they are still so unruly. Go sit down, so as not to make people see the joke for a while." .”
Zhao Linlang sat up from the pillow with her waist supported, and slowly got off the couch. When she walked up to Yang Zhen, she puffed her cheeks and sat on the rosewood rose chair beside him. Yang Zhen curled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and looked at Zhao Liuli with a smile in his eyes.
His smile like this reminded Zhao Liuli of the things he had done to him when he was in bed for no reason, his ears turned red immediately, and he turned his eyes away.
Not long after, Wei Luo, Zhao Jie and several other princes and princesses arrived one after another, and the family sat and talked for a while.
After lunch, the princes and princesses bid farewell and left. Wei Luo and Zhao Liuli stayed in Zhaoyang Palace to talk with Empress Chen, while Zhao Jie, Yang Zhen and Emperor Chongzhen went to the Imperial Study.
Wei Luo is very inconvenient to move around now, Empress Chen and Zhao Liuli both showed great concern for her. After Zhao Liuli learned that Wei Luo's stomach could hear movement, she was very curious. She lightly put her ear on Wei Luo's belly and listened, "Sister-in-law, why is it not moving?"
Wei Luo said, "It must be because I don't know you well and I'm afraid of strangers."
Zhao Liuli was not discouraged, and started talking to Wei Luo's stomach, saying "I am your aunt" for a while, and "Are you called Xiao Xigua, please talk to me". Wei Luo and Empress Chen couldn't laugh or cry when they saw it. After a while, the little watermelon really moved in Wei Luo's stomach, and stretched out a small foot as a greeting to Zhao Liuli.
Zhao Liuli was both surprised and delighted, "Can it really hear me?"
Wei Luo was also very curious, and put his hand on his belly, Little Watermelon seemed to have really sensed it, retracted his foot, and replaced it with a small hand to touch Wei Luo's hand through his belly. Wei Luo's eye sockets became wet all of a sudden, it was the first time she felt the existence of this child so clearly after raising her for so long. I really hope it will come out soon, Wei Luo thought to herself, she doesn't know what it looks like, but her and Zhao Jie's child must not be ugly.
The sun was setting and it was getting late, Wei Luo and Zhao Liuli bid farewell to Empress Chen and went back to their homes.
Empress Chen sent the two of them to the gate of Qingxi Palace, and said with emotion: "Seeing that you are all living well now, I let go of my heart."
Zhao Liuli thought that Empress Chen was sad that there was no one around her, so she held Empress Chen's hand and said, "Don't worry, empress mother, I will visit you in the palace from time to time, and I will definitely not leave you alone."
Empress Chen said helplessly: "You are already married, what does it look like to come back often? If you are expected to come back, it is better to expect Ah Luo to come to the palace to accompany me often."
Wei Luo said: "When the child is born, I will take the child to see the queen mother. When the time comes, do you still have to worry about having no one to accompany you?"
Empress Chen smiled and said, "You're right, now I'm counting on this grandson to be born."
Wei Luo and Zhao Liuli left Qingxi Palace, Zhao Liuli and Yang Zhen took a step first, Wei Luo sat in the carriage and waited for a while before Zhao Jie came out from Xuande Gate.
Wei Luo thought of Empress Chen's words just now, felt a little strange, and asked, "Has Empress Mother told you anything recently?"
Zhao Jie hugged her on his lap and played with her fingers, "What?"
Wei Luo said: "I'm not in a good mood when I see my mother. It must be that Liuli is married, and her life in the palace is even more lonely. I see that my mother doesn't have the intention to forgive your majesty. I worry that my mother will be lonely alone, and I want to go to the palace to accompany her more in the future." with her."
Zhao Jie kissed her little face and said with a smile: "Of course it is, but it will have to wait until after you give birth."
Now that Wei Luo's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, it is very inconvenient to travel, and she may be in danger, so it's better to stay in the palace for safety.
Wei Luo thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Last time I asked you to arrange some staff in the Hall of Precious Harmony, did you arrange it?"
Zhao Jie said: "It was arranged early in the morning." As he spoke, he scratched her nose and deliberately joked: "How can I not listen to Ah Luo's words?"
Wei Luo pouted. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a jolt in the car, and the carriage stopped by the side of the road.
Zhao Jie raised the curtain and asked, "What happened?"
The coachman replied: "Reporting to the lord, the carriage in front is broken and blocking the way, do you want to take a detour back to the house?"
Zhao Jie said, "Let's take a detour."
Through the corner of the curtain, Wei Luo caught a glimpse of the girl standing beside the carriage in front, wearing a pink and purple skirt, she was undoubtedly Gao Qingyang. Wei Luo asked the driver to stop again, thinking that she had some contact with Gao Qingyang, so she asked her if she wanted to ride together. After all, Zhen Guo Gong's Mansion and Prince Jing's Mansion were on the same road, and the weather was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain. She stood here and didn't know when she would be able to go home.
Gao Qingyang thought for a while, without any shyness, after getting into the carriage, she said gratefully: "Thank you, Princess, thank you, Prince."
Wei Luo asked, "Where did you go just now, why did the carriage break down?"
Gao Qingyang sat opposite, and explained: "I went to the calligraphy and ink shop on the street to pick up some ink ingots, intending to go home and practice calligraphy and painting, but unexpectedly the wheel of the carriage broke down suddenly, so I had to stop by the side of the road."
Wei Luo nodded and said, "After we return to the mansion in a while, let the coachman take you back to the Duke of Zhen's mansion."
Gao Qingyang did not refuse, and thanked again sincerely: "Thank you, Princess."
Wei Luo shook her head and said no.
Soon after arriving at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, Zhao Jie got out of the carriage with Wei Luo in his arms, and when he turned around, he saw a person standing at the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion.
In front of the vermilion lacquered gate, Wei Changhong was wearing a brocade gown of lake blue silk. The servant at the door knew him and knew that he was Princess Jing's younger brother, so he didn't dare to neglect, originally wanted to invite him to sit in the mansion for a while, but unexpectedly he said no, and then stood outside the door until now.
When Wei Luo saw Chang Hong, she got out of Zhao Jie's arms in surprise, and went up the steps with a delicate green skirt embroidered with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum patterns, and stopped in front of Chang Hong: "Chang Hong, why are you here? Why didn't you come in?" Sitting in the mansion, standing here is so tiring."
Wei Changhong smiled and said, "The servant said you're coming back soon, so I thought I'd wait for you here for a while and go back later."
Wei Luo tilted her head and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"It's not an important matter." Wei Changhong took out a sachet with a red embroidered picture of hundreds of sons from his sleeve, raised Wei Luo's hand, and put it in her palm, "The sachet is specially made for you by the Fourth Aunt when she went to Daci Temple. I asked for the peace talisman, and give it to my future nephew or niece, you keep it for now, and put it on in the future, the fourth aunt said that it can keep you safe for a lifetime."
Wei Luo held the sachet, looked up at Chang Hong again, bent her lips and said with a smile, "Go back and thank Fourth Aunt for me, I will definitely wear it for the child."
Wei Changhong nodded, and glanced at Zhao Jie behind Wei Luo. Although there was not much emotion in his eyes, it was not as tense as when they first met. Chang Hong didn't say anything, and was about to leave: "I'm going back."
As soon as I lifted my feet, it rained instantly in the gloomy weather, and it poured down with a "crash", which caught people off guard.
Wei Changhong was taken aback. He didn't take an umbrella when he went out this time, but only rode a horse. The tall horse was not afraid of the rain, and even swung its hooves in the rain.
Wei Luo looked at Chang Hong, then at the carriage that hadn't left yet, and with a thought, ordered Jin Lu to get an umbrella. Soon, the golden strands came and went, "Ma'am, the umbrella you want."
Wei Luo took it, handed the double-ring oil-paper umbrella to Wei Changhong's hand, pointed to the black-painted flat-roofed carriage at the door, and said, "Miss Gao's carriage broke down, and she came back in our carriage just now. Since you're here, and it's raining heavily now, maybe there will be no accidents, Chang Hong, why don't you give Miss Gao a ride."
It's just a rain, what can be unexpected? Wei Changhong glanced at Wei Luo, her thoughts were clearly revealed, even a blind person could see it. After a while, Wei Changhong looked away, holding an umbrella, and said in a rather helpless tone: "Okay, I'll see her off."
Wei Luo smiled and warned, "Be careful on the road, walk slowly."
Wei Changhong turned over and got on the horse, opened the double-ring oil-paper umbrella, clamped the horse's belly, came to the carriage, and said to the driver: "Let's go."
Hearing this, the coachman raised his whip and walked towards the Duke of Zhen's mansion.
In the carriage, Gao Qingyang heard the conversation between Wei Luo and Wei Changhong, and was a little uncertain about Wei Luo's meaning. After a while, she lifted the corner of the curtain and saw Wei Changhong riding behind the carriage. The rain was falling fast and hard, half of his arm was wet by the rain. But he was still looking forward, with clear eyes and a calm demeanor. Gao Qingyang pondered for a while, then said: "My house is not far ahead, I don't need you to see it, you go back first."
When Wei Changhong heard this, his gaze finally turned and fell on Gao Qingyang's face. Away from the rain curtain, Wei Changhong's expression was not very clear, his voice mixed with the wetness of rain and the freshness of spring water, he said slowly: "I will go back at this time, and I can only ride a horse. If I send you back to Zhen Guogong Mansion, then you can go back in a carriage, which one do you think I should choose?"
Well, it turned out to be because of the carriage. Gao Qingyang felt that she was really too salty to worry about, so she put down the curtain, sat back in the carriage with peace of mind, and ignored the people outside.
The carriage soon arrived at the Duke's Mansion. The rain came and went quickly, but after a stick of incense, it was much smaller, leaving only the pattering raindrops.
Gao Qingyang helped the servant girl get off the carriage, glanced at Wei Changhong next to him, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei."
Sitting on the horseback, Wei Changhong looked at her calmly without speaking.
How rude. Gao Qingyang knew his temperament, and did not have the same knowledge as him, took the umbrella from the maid's hand, and walked into the Zhen Guogong's mansion.
But as soon as he took a step, he heard a loud noise from beside him, accompanied by a scream: "Miss, be careful!"
Gao Qingyang turned his head to look, and saw a black horse charging towards him. The horse must have been stimulated by something, and it was out of control at all. It threw off several servants along the way, and ran to him in the blink of an eye. Gao Qingyang was stunned, and took two steps back subconsciously, but before she could dodge in time, she watched helplessly as the steed raised its two front hooves and stomped towards her—
"Miss!" the maid called.
Gao Qingyang also felt that she was bound to die, and even if she didn't die, she would definitely be trampled into a cripple. Her face was pale, and she even forgot to close her eyes, only to see a handsome figure riding forward, swiftly jumping onto the out-of-control horse, holding the rein tightly with both hands, controlling the horse sideways direction. The horse's hooves landed heavily beside Gao Qingyang, splashing mud all over the ground.
Just now, the horse was in Wei Changhong's hands recklessly, but now he stood obediently and stopped running around. Wei Changhong rode on horseback, lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and asked with some disgust, "Why don't you hide?"
If there was a slight deviation just now, her life would be lost.
Wei Changhong looked at Gao Qingyang, maybe she was frightened just now, but now her face is not as calm as before, her face is pale, and her red lips are tightly pursed. Although the rain stopped, there were many large and small puddles on the road. The mud splashed by the horse's hooves hit her body and cheeks. Her beautiful little face was full of embarrassment, but her eyes were surprisingly bright. For some reason, Wei Changhong found Gao Qingyang's funny appearance a bit cute, much more pleasing to the eye than when she was holding it all the time.
Gao Qingyang slowly stood up from the ground. The maid nervously came over to check, and asked in a crying voice, "Miss, are you okay? Is there any injury?"
Ever since Gao Danyang got married, Gao Qingyang had been the darling of the Zhen Guogong and his wife. If something happened to her, her life would be lost.
Gao Qingyang shook her head, looked at Wei Changhong, paused, this time her tone was more sincere: "Thank you, Mr. Wei."
Wei Changhong jumped off the horse, said softly: "No need." Then he handed over the reins to the servants who came behind.
The servant was grateful to him and thanked him again and again.
After a while, the Duke of Zhen and his wife in the mansion heard the movement at the door, hurried over, thanked Wei Changhong sternly, fined the servant who watched the horse for three months, and gave the servant a stick Twenty sticks. Zhen Guogong and his wife warmly invited Wei Changhong to the house as a guest. Wei Changhong only said it was a way of raising his hand, but he didn't agree and left on horseback.
Mr. Zhen Guo and his wife were still in shock, and helped Gao Qingyang back to the mansion. Mrs. Zhen Guogong couldn't help but praised: "This Mr. Wei is really a young hero. Not to mention handsome, his skills are also so good."
Gao Qingyang followed silently, but the scene of Wei Changhong riding on horseback just now flashed in his mind. He looked down at himself, quite condescending, his wide sleeves were blown up by the wind, his handsome brows were deeply frowned, and he asked her "Why don't you hide" in disapproval.
Gao Qingyang always thought that he was an ignorant dude who smoked five stone powder, but at that moment just now, she felt that Wei Changhong's figure was a bit tall. Gao Qingyang took out a juan handkerchief and wiped the muddy water on her face, thinking that it would be better to go to the British government to say thank you some time later.
It's hot, and the weather is unbearably hot. The cicadas were chirping on the tree, and Wei Luo was lying on the elm couch under the grape arbor, holding a glass of iced ebony soup in his hand, and said to Bai Lan while drinking: "The blowing wind should be stronger, I'm not full at noon Why? Why do you look so weak."
Bai Lan frowned and said: "Mother, you are going to give birth soon, you should drink less of these cold things."
Thin beads of sweat dripped from the tip of Wei Luo's nose, even if she hid under the flower stand to cool off, it was still of no use. Leaning on the couch, she lazily raised her eyes, "Don't worry, I asked Dr. Sun about it, and the doctor said it's okay. If you don't let me drink something cold, I'll stop even thinking about it." , I really don’t know how to get through this long summer.”
When Bai Lan heard that it was Dr. Sun who said it, she immediately felt relieved. Dr. Sun knows a lot more than them.
Wei Luo lay on the couch for a while, and when Zhao Jie came back from outside, she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
Zhao Jie sent Bai Lan and Jin Lu away with a wave of his hand, sat on the couch, brushed away the broken hair on Wei Luo's forehead, and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with his thumb.
Emperor Chongzhen brought up the matter of establishing a reserve again in the early court today, and the ministers who had previously opposed Zhao Jie had disappeared recently. Some accidents happened suddenly on the way out, some were pocketed by Emperor Chongzhen, and some volunteered to return to their hometowns. The reason for this was who wrote it, and everyone knew it.
No one in the court dared to have any objections anymore, only Prince Rui stood up and refuted a few words, but he was also suppressed by the emperor.
The matter of establishing the crown prince was settled, and when the Ministry of Rites selected an auspicious day and the Dali Temple drafted a decree, they announced that Prince Jing Zhao Jie would be the crown prince. Emperor Chongzhen announced his resignation, and called Zhao Jie to the imperial study in front of everyone, saying that he had something to discuss, and he made it clear that he valued it.
Prince Rui stood in the Hanyuan Hall with cold eyes, and it took him a long time to shake his sleeves and leave the hall.
Zhao Zhang's complexion was not very good, and the fists in his sleeves were clenched tightly. He followed King Rui's footsteps and left together.
Emperor Chongzhen told Zhao Jie a few things about the waterlogging in the south of the Yangtze River, and asked his opinion, but after that nothing happened, he waved him away.
Before Zhao Jie left, Emperor Chongzhen put down his Zihao Xuan brush, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and suddenly sighed: "When you ascend the throne in the future, I will leave Shengjing City with your mother and travel all over the country. husband and wife."
Zhao Jie paused, didn't say anything, and strode away.
Wei Luo was awakened by Zhao Jie's movement, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that he was lost in thought. She couldn't help stretching out her hand to shake in front of his eyes, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhao Jie moved his black eyes, held Wei Luo's tender fingers, bent his lips and said with a smile, "Whether our child is a son or a daughter."
Wei Luo said very insightfully: "If you're so naughty, you must be a son. Besides, you're sour and hot. Didn't I happen to like eating sour plums a while ago?" It's not that Wei Luo prefers sons, it's just a guess like this. To be honest, Wei Luo still liked her daughter more, and everyone said that her daughter was her mother's caring little padded jacket, and she also wanted a little padded jacket.
Zhao Jie smiled and said nothing, and said after a while: "I thought about the name of the child yesterday, do you want to hear it?"
Wei Luo became interested, "Say it."
Zhao Jie said: "If it's a son, the single word is 'Xi', which means melting sunlight. If it's a daughter, it's called 'Ran Ran', time flies by." He looked at Wei Luo, pinched her small round face and asked :"how do you feel?"
Wei Luo pondered for a while, and felt that both names were good, "Have you discussed it with His Majesty?"
Zhao Jie said: "This king named his son, why should he discuss it with him?"
The names of the emperor's grandchildren must be approved by the emperor, but it is not a day or two since Zhao Jie has been so arrogant, and Emperor Chongzhen must have nothing to do with him. Wei Luo nodded and said, "Both names are good, so let's decide."
After discussing the business, Zhao Jie stretched out his arms to hug Wei Luo. He hadn't been gentle with her for several days, and now he just wanted to get closer to her for a while. Who would have thought that the little girl could hide faster than a rabbit, she frowned and said, "It's too hot, stay away from me, don't come near me." Then I remembered something, looked around He looked at it and said: "Why did you drive away Jin Lu and Bai Lan, no one gave me a wind, no wonder I feel so hot..."
Wei Luo was afraid of heat, Zhao Jie knew it. It's just that the little girl's reaction at this moment really hurt Zhao Jie, and his face was not very good.
Zhao Jie grasped Wei Luo's slender wrist, leaned over and said she was pressed down easily, looked down at her leisurely, and asked, "Let me stay away?"
Wei Luo shrank her neck, even though she felt very hot at the moment, she didn't dare to make a sound.
Zhao Jie lowered his head and bit her neck, gnawed lightly, his voice became lower and lower: "Ah Luo, do you know how hard I have endured these past few months?"
Thinking about the child in Wei Luo's womb, Zhao Jie hadn't touched her for more than eight months, so he was really thinking hard. Zhao Jie's hand poked inside Wei Luo's blouse, grabbed her white steamed bun, and took a few bites as if venting hatred. He didn't dare to use too much force, but Wei Luo's body was delicate, so even so, his teeth soon became red. Wei Luo cried out in pain tenderly, and he held her in his mouth to coax her well.
Wei Luo twisted her body and said worriedly: "No. The baby is about to be born, and the doctor said it won't work in the next three months..."
Zhao Jie naturally remembered these words, he couldn't really touch her, he just wanted to satisfy his greed.
After a while, only a thin choking sound came from under the grape flower stand.
The surroundings of the flower stands were covered with curtains, so the scene inside could not be seen clearly, only two shadowy figures could be seen. Zhao Jie wrapped Wei Luo into his arms and buried his head in her chest. Wei Luo stretched out her hand to push back, perhaps because she was bitten by him, so she let out a soft cry.
After a long time, Zhao Jie asked dissatisfiedly, "Why is there no milk?"
Wei Luo was furious, if she wasn't afraid of hurting the child, she really wanted to kick him to the ground. "It will only happen after giving birth. I haven't given birth yet. Where did it come from..." Halfway through the speech, I blushed so unreasonably that I couldn't continue.
Zhao Jie lingered for a while, then turned over, hugged Wei Luo from behind, and pressed against Wei Luo's ear, panting heavily. After he finally calmed down, he said slowly to Wei Luo, "After the baby is born, let's see how I deal with you."
Wei Luo's long eyelashes trembled, but she remained silent.
The closer the delivery was, the more nervous Wei Luo became.
Zhao Jie found four of the safest and most famous midwives in Shengjing City for her, and asked them to live in Prince Jing's mansion temporarily, so that they would be there whenever Wei Luo needed anything.
Even so, Wei Luo's heart was still terrified, restless all day long. Before the baby was born, she frightened herself first.
One day when Wei Luo went to the study to bring refreshments to Zhao Jie, his wrist accidentally touched the red sandalwood desk, and the jade bracelet split in two and fell to the ground. Wei Luo stared blankly at the bracelet on the ground and didn't move for a long time.
Zhao Jie pulled her to his side, ordered Zhu Geng to take out the broken bracelet, looked at Wei Luo and said, "Look, you are so scared, why do you look restless?" He squeezed Wei Luo The earball is not only to comfort her, but also to comfort himself: "Didn't I say that, with my king here, nothing will happen to you."
Wei Luo looked at Zhao Jie and nodded, climbed onto Zhao Jie's legs, put his arms around his neck and said, "I'm a little scared... I don't know what's wrong, maybe it's because the first child is inexperienced, and I always feel uneasy. Absent from anything."
Zhao Jie smiled and scratched her nose, "You are scaring yourself."
Wei Luo rubbed her nose, thinking maybe it was.
It's just that she didn't sit in Zhao Jie's arms for a long time, and Yang Hao ran in from the outside in a hurry, with a hurried look, and he didn't even care about the ceremony: "Your Highness, it's not good, the Baohe Hall is on fire, and the Empress is just here. They are chanting scriptures inside!"
Zhao Jie's expression changed, and Wei Luo's heart also thumped.
Zhao Jie immediately stood up and asked in a cold voice, "What's going on? Where is the empress right now?"
Yang Hao said: "I don't know the specific situation, I only know that the empress is still trapped in the Baohe Hall and has not been rescued yet."
Zhao Jie's face was extremely ugly, and he changed his steps and walked out, "Prepare the horse!"
Wei Luo hurriedly followed, grabbed Zhao Jie's sleeve and said, "I'm going too."
Thousands of calculations, it is still not as good as the sky. Wei Luo thought that Zhao Jie had planted people around the Hall of Precious Harmony, so that she would be able to prevent Empress Chen from getting angry in this life, but she didn't expect her to come to this point. Wei Luo sensed something was wrong with what she said at the gate of Qingxi Palace back then, and Empress Chen's tone seemed to have no worries, so she asked Zhao Jie again worriedly, and learned that Zhao Jie had arranged everything. When it was done, she was at ease. But how... did something go wrong
Zhao Jie touched her face, "Ah Luo, you are inconvenient, it's better to stay at the mansion and wait for news from me. Be good, I don't want to see you in any accident."
Wei Luo insisted: "I know I can't help you much, but my mother is in danger, so I can't just sit here. Big brother, just take me there."
Zhao Jie stared down at her. Soon, he told Yang Hao: "Get ready for the carriage!" This was a compromise.
The carriage galloped all the way to the palace, Wei Luo and Zhao Jie hadn't arrived at the Baohe Hall before they could see a big fire ahead, the fire was so powerful that it almost dyed half of the sky red. Zhao Jie's face was terrifyingly ugly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line. When they finally arrived at Baohe Hall, it was already a sea of flames. The gate of the main hall was engulfed by tongues of flames, and the flames were blazing.
The guards and palace servants carried buckets of water to put out the fire, and hurriedly walked past Wei Luo and Zhao Jie. At this moment, they didn't care about etiquette, the important thing was to put out the fire first.
Wei Luo raised his eyes, and saw an emperor wearing a purple and gold dragon pattern uniform standing obliquely in front of him. Emperor Chongzhen stared motionlessly at the Baohe Hall in front of him, his eyes were red, and the arm hanging on one side trembled slightly.
Presumably he did not expect this scene to happen today.
Emperor Chongzhen always thought that one day he would be able to impress Empress Chen, and he made up slowly that she would always forgive him. Emperor Chongzhen even imagined that Zhao Jie would ascend the throne in the future, so he took his evenings to many places, to see Mount Emei, to see Sun Moon Lake, to travel all over the country, and to be an ordinary couple with wild cranes in the clouds and a deer cart together. But she never thought that Empress Chen was so cruel to him, she didn't even give him a chance to redeem, and wanted to take a step first.
impossible!
He can't let her go like this!
They took such a long detour, gradually drifted away, and now they finally got together again. He still had a lot to say to her, how could she die? Emperor Chongzhen seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, snatched the bucket from the guards at the side, raised the wooden bucket and drenched himself from the beginning to the end, and went to the Hall of Precious Harmony without hesitation.
The people around were all dumbfounded by the fright, and when they came back to their senses, Eunuch Chu hugged the emperor's leg in a panic, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do? Don't be impulsive, the empress has already been searched and rescued." You may be rescued after a while, so you must not go in!"
The palace people behind knelt down on the floor, shouting "Think twice, Your Majesty".
Emperor Chongzhen kicked Eunuch Chu away, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm still inside at night, how can I wait? Give me a break. I'm the Ninth Five-Year Honor, and I won't die so easily." After a pause, he looked at Zhao Jie who was not far away, with complicated eyes, "In case I have any accidents, I will tell Prince Jing to sort out the government affairs for me."
A group of people mournfully shouted: "Your Majesty!"
Zhao Jie's eyes darkened, and the fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched and tightened.
Emperor Chongzhen ignored them, turned around and resolutely walked into the flames.
The fire was raging, and several pillars on the beams of the house fell, and thick smoke billowed in front of them, making it almost impossible to see the road in front of them. In addition to the accident of the guards in the palace, Zhao Jie also sent several people in to rescue, but to no avail, and even a few people were engulfed by the flames and became the souls of the fire.
Zhao Zhiqing hissed, "Wan Wan, where are you!"
Outside the Baohe Hall, everyone was waiting.
Wei Luo tightly gathered Zhao Jie's sleeves, her heart rose to her throat. At first, her stomach only hurt slightly, she thought it was because of being too nervous, but gradually the pain became more and more severe, to the point where it could not be ignored.
Wei Luo's face turned pale, and she called Zhao Jie helplessly.
Seeing that her expression was not right, Zhao Jie hurriedly picked her up and asked, "Ah Luo, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Luo grabbed Zhao Jie's skirt and said slowly, "I, I seem to be giving birth..."