After the King of Chu's family was sent out of the capital by the guards, Zhao Heng, the King of Shou, was reprimanded by Emperor Xuande for repeatedly petitioning the emperor to recall his brother, and ordered to be suspended for a month.
Originally, when the King of Chu had an accident, the atmosphere in Shouwang's mansion was depressing enough. Now his own prince has also been grounded. The autumn is not over yet, but the Shouwang's mansion seems to have ushered in winter ahead of time, and it is cold everywhere.
After Zhao Heng returned to the mansion, he went into the study alone, rested in the inner room of the study when it was dark, and practiced calligraphy and painting when it was dawn. , I could see the prince a few times, but from beginning to end, Zhao Heng pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
Song Jianing didn't need to ask Eunuch Fu, he could imagine the situation of the prince in the front yard.
In this regard, Song Jianing was not in a hurry, but felt distressed.
When I first met King Shou in this life, he was the future emperor in her eyes, and he was about to become an emperor. Could his life be bad? Therefore, some people laughed at King Shou for stammering, and some looked down on him because of this, but Song Jianing didn't care, and always felt that King Shou was a person with great luck. Gradually, she had more contact with King Shou, and King Shou treated her well. The future emperor in Song Jianing's eyes finally became a flesh-and-blood person. If someone laughed at his mouth disease, Song Jianing couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
But these are all trivial matters. After marrying him, the Prince of Wu'an and the uncle, Prince Qin, had accidents one after another. For the first time, Song Jianing felt the injustice of the royal family, but she knew that her man would be the last emperor. Song Jianing still didn't pay much attention to the turmoil in Tang, until the king of Chu had an accident.
The king of Chu, that is the elder brother of the king's mother and compatriots.
Witnessing the king of Chu going mad, and witnessing that the prince was worried about his brother's troubles day and night, Song Jianing finally realized the difficulty of the prince. Maybe he finally became the emperor and became the most powerful man in the world, but before ascending the throne, the prince suffered too much. Seeing his elder brother being demoted to a commoner, he can do nothing, and even in the future, he will be slandered by the common people, saying that the king of Chu was the one who killed him...
"Daddy!"
Her daughter's excited voice suddenly came from her ears, and Song Jianing was startled. Seeing her daughter leaning on the window sill with her little butt on her back, with her little face against the glazed window, she tried to look out. Song Jianing's heart beat faster, and she immediately moved to her daughter's side. At a glance, in the empty yard, where is the prince's figure
"Daddy!" Zhaozhao was still shouting, his fat finger pointed at the glazed window, Song Jianing followed the direction his daughter was pointing, and he couldn't help crying. It turned out that a goose-yellow butterfly flew from somewhere, and the daughter's voice was not "Daddy! ", but "Butterfly".
The little princess here just saw the rare butterfly, and Liu Xi and Jiu'er in the yard had quietly surrounded them from two directions, trying to catch the butterfly. Zhaozhao's eyes widened, the butterfly flew higher and higher, seeing that it was about to fly away, Liu Xi suddenly jumped up, clapped both hands, and the butterfly disappeared.
Zhaozhao was so anxious that he stood on tiptoe, and Song Jianing was sweating. What if Liu Xi slapped the butterfly to death and her daughter cried
Of course, Liu Xi would not disappoint the little princess. He squinted between his palms, smiled, and nodded at the princess and the little princess through the window. Then he went to the main room and found a small pastel porcelain jar, and put the butterflies in it. , and then quickly covered a layer of gauze, and then took it into the house and showed it to the little princess.
The weather turned cold in September, and butterflies were not common anymore. Zhaozhao liked goose-yellow again.
After watching butterflies for a while, it's time for lunch, Zhaozhao will concentrate on playing with her mother when she is away, because her father is not at home, the little girl doesn't particularly miss her father, but whenever it's time to eat, Zhaozhao will look at the door , and then suspiciously shouted "Daddy" or "Father King" to his mother, and this time was no exception.
Song Jianing had no choice but to continue to lie and lie to her daughter that the father and the king had already eaten it, and then used delicious food to divert her daughter's attention. When the King of Chu left the capital, there were too many things involved, and Song Jianing did not dare to disturb them easily. After being married for so long, Song Jianing has already figured out King Shou's temper. He is a worried prince, but he is also a family-minded man. As long as the prince figured it out, he likes his daughter so much, and he will definitely take the initiative to come over to see their mothers.
One day passed like this. In the evening, Song Jianing coaxed her daughter to sleep. She returned to the upper room, touched the blood jade bracelet on her wrist, thought about the prince for a while, and slowly closed her eyes. Song Jianing didn't sleep very well that night. She dreamed that the prince was standing alone on the grassland. She wanted to go to find him, but the grassland began to turn.
"My lord..."
Song Jianing murmured and woke up suddenly. The room was dark and the sky was not yet bright, but the maids were already walking quietly in the yard. Song Jianing was sweating, and continued to lie down for a while. When she felt more comfortable, she called the maids to come in and serve. Shuang'er and Liu'er waited on her to wash and wash, Jiu'er made the bed and folded the quilt, and looked over the quilt carefully. Jiu'er suppressed her excitement and turned back to remind her master: "Princess, your menstrual period is five days late."
On the first day of the first month of the eighth month, the concubine's month is already the sixth day of September.
Another time, Song Jianing would definitely think about pregnancy, but since she came back from the paddock, her menstrual cycle has been irregular for the past six months. , Song Jianing didn't dare to ask Langzhong rashly, anyway, she won't be tired, she's really pregnant, she doesn't need to ask a doctor, and she will be sure after a while.
Compared with being late for her menstrual period, Song Jianing misses her husband in the front yard more. Last night's dream was not very auspicious.
After washing and changing clothes, Song Jianing had just packed up when the nurse brought Zhaozhao over. After breakfast, Song Jianing absent-mindedly coaxed her daughter, her eyes couldn't help but drifted out of the window, when she suddenly saw a little eunuch running over in a hurry. Song Jianing's face changed greatly, and he put on his shoes and went down to the ground.
"Princess, the lord is ill, come and take a look!" the little eunuch panted.
Song Jianing was a little flustered. The lord does morning exercises every day, and his health is very good. He suffers from minor illnesses at most twice a year, and he coughs a few times. This time, he actually scared the eunuch serving next to him like this... Song Jianing didn't want to delay for a moment. , turned back and coaxed her daughter: "Mother, go to see the father, Zhaozhao is obedient, will you wait for mother here?"
Zhaozhao also missed his father and hummed to go with his mother.
Song Jianing grimaced at her daughter for the first time: "Be obedient."
Zhaozhao blinked, a little afraid of such a mother, and the wet nurse was there to help coax her in time. Song Jianing saw that her daughter was well behaved, and immediately took Shuang'er to the front yard. Quickly stepped into the bedroom in the study, and saw Eunuch Fu bending over and guarding the bed, Qiao Langzhong from the palace was sitting on a chair and taking pulse for the prince, while her prince closed his eyes weakly and his face was not too red. normal.
"Your Highness is thinking too much, and the autumn cold soaks your body. In fact, you already have symptoms. It's just that Your Highness has been concealing it, so he appears to be aggressive." He released His Royal Highness's wrist, Qiao Langzhong got up, and explained to His Royal Highness respectfully, "No need to worry, Your Highness, The old man will prescribe the medicine, and the lord will take it after meals, and he will recover in two days at the latest."
Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the man on the bed slowly opening his eyes. Song Jianing hurriedly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and held his hand tightly, wanting to complain that he didn't take care of his body, meeting his bloodshot eyes, remembering the pain in his heart, Song Jianing couldn't say it, only He asked him distressedly: "Is it uncomfortable?"
It's only six words, and halfway through, the soft voice is mixed with crying, and the color of Xing Ying's eyes also floats.
Zhao Heng looked at her tearful eyes, and gradually became sober. He remembered that he had a little princess who loved to cry.
"It's okay." Zhao Heng clapped her hand and tried to sit up.
"My lord, don't move." Song Jianing understands him, he has been bored in the front yard alone for more than half a month, and she can't bear to bother him, but now that the lord is tormenting himself, Song Jianing doesn't want to let him anymore, and immediately Holding the man's shoulder, he instructed with vague tears: "Your Highness is ill, you lie down and rest well, and then get up again when you are sick."
Zhao Heng was indeed completely powerless, and seeing how her tears might fall at any time, he smiled and stopped moving.
Song Jianing asked Eunuch Fu to prepare breakfast first. There were no outsiders in the room. Song Jianing leaned on the man's shoulders, wiped tears on his clothes, leaned against his broad chest and said, "My lord, I know you're uncomfortable, you don't want to talk to him. I said, I don't bother you, but you are all sick, and I can't just sit back and watch..."
"What do you want?" Zhao Heng asked with a smile. My brother went mad because he was holding on to resentment. He had hatred for the person who framed his brother, but that hatred was not enough to overwhelm him. He suddenly fell ill, probably because he was thinking about something in the tub a few days ago, and unknowingly soaked in it. It's been too long, and I haven't slept well recently, so I caught up.
Hearing the smile in his words, Song Jianing raised his head in astonishment.
She saw the small smile on the corner of the prince's mouth, and Zhao Heng also saw the tears rolling down her almond eyes, the dark and moist eyes, she didn't think much when she was holding things in her heart, and now she is here, looking at him worriedly and distressedly, Zhao Heng suddenly thought a lot, and with strength, he pulled her onto the bed, hugged her tightly, buried it in her thick and cool hair, and took a deep breath.
Feeling his domineering movements and his silent closeness, Song Jianing's restless heart suddenly calmed down. He didn't say anything, just hugged him quietly.
"Prince, princess, breakfast is ready." There was silence, and Eunuch Fu's request came from outside.
Song Jianing opened his eyes, but Zhao Heng did not let go.
Song Jianing gently pushed him and whispered, "Get up, I'll feed the lord some porridge, and then take the medicine later."
Zhao Heng hummed and slowly let go of her.
Song Jianing sat up, saw him staring at him intently, his eyes recovered, Song Jianing became more calm, straightened his clothes, and called Eunuch Fu to come in. The prince was ill, and the diet should be light. Gonggong Fu brought a bowl of vegetable porridge with ginger to keep out the cold. Song Jianing didn't like to eat ginger very much, and he wasn't particularly against it, but for some reason, Song Jianing couldn't help but want to vomit when he smelled the ginger smell that radiated with the heat.
Zhao Heng sat down, and soon realized that something was wrong with her, her face became whiter and whiter, and her brows furrowed deeply.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Heng held her hand and asked seriously.
Just as Song Jianing was about to perfunctory, his stomach suddenly rolled, afraid of colliding with the prince, Song Jianing didn't bother to explain, so he put down the porridge bowl and ran out with his mouth covered. Zhao Heng's weakest strength has passed, her tender and caring eyes and words are more effective than any panacea, making him feel comfortable from the inside to the outside, so Song Jianing ran, Zhao Heng jumped out of bed after him, wearing only clothes. Zhongyi went after her.
Song Jianing didn't vomit, she stood outside the study with her chest covered, her small hands covering the front of her clothes, trying her best to calm down her discomfort.
Zhao Heng didn't know what was wrong with her, but immediately ordered Eunuch Fu to call Qiao Langzhong over.
After all, Song Jianing had conceived a child once, and was reminded by Jiu'er in the morning. He had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that he would guess wrong. When the couple returned to the inner room, Song Jianing persuaded Zhao Heng to lie back, but Zhao Heng insisted on sitting with her back, persuading her to go, and Qiao Langzhong came, calling for Song Jianing.
Song Jianing stared nervously at Qiao Langzhong.
Qiao Langzhong tilted his head slightly, after a while, he let go of his hand, glanced at the princess, then led Shuang'er to the side, asked a few words in a low voice, and made sure that the princess was late, and Qiao Langzhong turned back, laughing. He said to the two masters: "My lord, according to the old man, the pulse of the princess looks like a happy pulse, but maybe the time is too short, and it will take a few more days to determine."
Song Jianing's almond eyes are bright, and Qiao Lang's medical skills are superb. Since she dares to say that she looks like a happy pulse, she should be inseparable.
She looked at the prince beside her in surprise.
Zhao Heng was also happy, but he was even more surprised, because he had been thinking about his brother who was demoted from the capital for more than half a month, and he never thought that his princess would be diagnosed with a happy pulse at this time. Zhao Heng turned sideways, saw her happy almond eyes, saw her rosy face restored, so beautiful, so energetic, and rejoiced that he was pregnant with his flesh and blood again.
That warm joy, like a spring breeze, blew away the haze that had lingered in his heart for many days.
"Reward, one person and two taels of silver!" Holding her hand, Zhao Heng said loudly, and his handsome face was no longer depressed.
Eunuch Fu was about to cry with excitement, and before going out to give orders, he glanced at the princess gratefully.
Fortunately, there is a princess, and the prince is really alive.