That night, the two of them were naturally "guests at the banquet" again.
After hearing the good news, both Luda and the two soldiers who followed Yue Pengju were overjoyed. Luda knew some medical knowledge and stopped drinking the alcohol he usually liked. He even warned Yue Pengju not to drink at all in the future. Yue Pengju naturally obeyed the order. , he has been recuperating from his eye disease these days, and he has never drank much in the first place. Now, he is even more cautious, fearing that he will harm his wife and the unborn baby in the slightest.
Everyone drank tea instead of wine, and Yue Pengju felt happy, not only because he "had a wife", but also because he had witnessed his wife's ecstasy, knowing that she had worked hard all these years, and knew her heartache. Now, she has such a gift from God. How could it be possible? Not drunk
Everyone said goodbye, Hua Rong returned to the room, while Yue Pengju stayed behind to inquire about some things from the soldiers, bit by bit, and told them to go down the mountain tomorrow to buy some snacks and small sundries that pregnant women like. The two of them were happy today and fainted. I ran back in a hurry and didn't buy anything.
Hua Rong went back to the room first, but subconsciously opened the big wooden box in the corner. In the box, the turquoise bottle was still lying there, shaking it gently, the liquid flowed, and then stopped, like a piece of fine green. Crystal. I have never taken this medicine, so why did I get pregnant? She thought again of the strange medicine King Qin sent her on that full-moon night. It was after this medicine that she basically recovered. Could it be that it was then that she fully recovered? No wonder many doctors, including Li Yian and even Lu Da, said that there was absolutely no problem with their health.
It turns out that this is indeed the case.
She didn't know why she thought of King Qin and his medicine at such a happy time, and she couldn't help feeling sad. She put the green bottle back into the box and closed it.
Yue Pengju returned to the room and saw his wife sitting on the bed with a smile on her face and no idea what she was thinking. He ran over and sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders: "Sister Seventeen, do you think the child is like you or me? "
"How do I know?"
"Do you mean it's a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know either. Haha, Pengju, do you like boys or girls?"
He scratched his head: "I don't know, I can't imagine it at all. I like children as long as they are children. However, when Wenlong was here, I already knew what my son looked like. I would like to think it is a girl. If it is a My daughter, wouldn’t she be as beautiful as you?”
Sweet talk, this guy is getting better and better at sweet talk. Hua Rong leaned in his arms, smiling.
Just when Yue and Hua were immersed in the joy of giving birth to a new life, something huge happened in the palace.
These days, Zhao Deji received special drug treatment from Wang Jixian, and became a "dragon and a tiger", doting on the palace maids every night. Although Wu Jinnu, Zhang Yingying and others did not fall out of favor, they understood that if they continued like this, they would sooner or later become old and despised. The shrewd Wu Jinnu made the first move. She heard the eunuchs talking about the fact that Zhao Buyu of the Zhao family had a beautiful fiancée who was said to be stunningly beautiful. She took it seriously and ordered the eunuchs to do this. act.
Naturally, Zhang Yingying was not idle. However, when the two of them failed to fight, news came that the little prince was seriously ill. The little prince Zhao Jun had been coughing continuously since the winter. Later, the little prince was jumping up and down. , began to be bedridden.
Over the years, Zhao Deji had tried all his methods but never got a boy or a girl. You can imagine his anxiety. Even the palace maids were no longer favored. He visited his son every day and prayed for his son's condition to improve. He summoned everyone in and outside the palace. He was a famous doctor, but everyone was helpless. He thought of the "miracle doctor" Wang Jixian. Because of Wang Jixian's wonderful skills in rejuvenating women, he placed his hope on him. However, Wang Jixian had been walking in the palace for these years and had long understood that the little prince was born with deficiencies and acquired disorders. He is very cunning. He is afraid that he will be blamed for not being able to treat well, so he shirks that he can only treat "difficult and complicated diseases" in adults. He is not proficient in pediatric strategies and dare not pretend to be useless.
Zhao Deji had no choice but to dismiss the eunuchs and continue to offer large rewards to famous doctors inside and outside the capital, but to no avail.
These days, Concubine Pan Xian stays by her son's side every day, fully clothed. Ever since she accused Zhao Deji of being ruthless when she fled, she has completely fallen out of favor, and has not received any "lucky" for three or two years. Although Wu Jinnu and others still bow down in front of her. She was young, but she knew that it was because of her son that she could still "lead the harem". She looked after her son day and night. In addition to the natural instinct of mother and child, she also had the fear of a woman ending her kindness before her appearance faded. She worried day and night that her son would be The only basis for him to establish himself in the palace is that he is here. The mother is more valuable than the son, and no matter how favored the concubine is, she has to be afraid of it. But what if he is not there? If he didn't have his son, wouldn't he be a walking corpse in this palace
She suffered from double pain, praying to gods and Buddhas day and night, and gradually became haggard.
Wu Jinnu, Zhang Yingying and others also tried their best to be virtuous, visiting several times a day and serving the young prince carefully and diligently. Concubine Pan Xian didn't know whether this was true or false, but she had to deal with them politely.
The Queen Mother, Tianwei, Wanwan and others also came to visit many times, and each time they visited, their worries became more and more serious.
However, no matter how he served him, the little prince's illness became more and more serious.
On this day, the little prince's condition worsened. By noon, he was gradually comatose and unable to eat. Concubine Pan Xian guarded her son and wept secretly. The palace officials did not dare to show their anger. The imperial doctors also stayed on guard and were helpless.
The sky was dark in winter, so in order to avoid irritating the little prince, only a small lantern was lit in the evening. The room was very dark, and the palace people walked carefully.
A palace maid came in with a bowl of soup. Because she couldn't see clearly, she tripped over a copper tripod under her feet. She let out an "ouch" and accidentally knocked the medicine bowl to the ground. The bronze tripod under her feet was also kicked over, and she screamed. "Boom" a loud and ear-piercing sound.
The little prince lying on the bed was so frightened that he let out a "wu" sound and his whole body twitched.
Concubine Pan Xian was furious. She rushed out and slapped the palace maid with her hand. She gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn you bastard, pull me down..."
The crowd immediately pulled the maid down. The maid was so frightened that she did not dare to cry.
The imperial doctors surrounded the little prince, and they were all helpless.
Concubine Pan Xian hurriedly returned to the couch, but she saw her son's eyes were closed tightly, his face was like gold paper, and his life was already weakened. After this fright, his hands and feet twitched for a while, and he stopped breathing.
All the imperial doctors looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward. After hearing Concubine Pan Xian's heartbreaking cry, they all knelt down: "I await the death penalty, I await the death penalty!"
On this day, Zhao Deji left the court early. The eunuch Feng Yi, who was close to him, saw that he was frowning and knew that he was worried about the young prince. He wanted to report the good news of finding a beauty to ease the prince's worries a little, but he observed his words and did not Dare to report. However, the palace people saw that Zhao Deji had not favored beauties for three or two days. In line with the inertia of being "responsible for the body" of the emperor, they were naturally afraid of his "yin and yang imbalance". On this day, they arranged for several beauties to serve Zhao Deji for lunch. After lunch, the beauties recited poems, painted, sang and danced, but Zhao Deji couldn't be interested. Finally, a new dancer caught Zhao Deji's eye and favored her. After that, the palace attendants met with the officials. The family's faces relaxed slightly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Yi held up a cup of ginseng tea, and Zhao Deji took a few sips. A young eunuch ran in. He didn't care about the etiquette and knelt down in a hurry: "Guan family, it's not good, the little prince..."
Zhao Deji didn't wait for him to finish, and immediately stood up to see his son.
From a distance, he could hear Concubine Pan Xian's screams. His expression changed drastically. He rushed towards his son and saw that his son had completely closed his eyes. After all, it was the nature of father and son, so he also fell to the ground and cried. Everyone knelt on the ground, and the imperial doctors asked for forgiveness. Naturally, they mentioned The culprit - the palace maid who delivered the medicine. Zhao Deji's eyes were filled with stars. Two eunuchs helped him up and walked out of the door. Then he gritted his teeth and whispered in a low voice: "Execute that cheap maid Ling Chi immediately..."
A trusted eunuch was ordered to retire, and from then on, there was another insignificant little maid in the palace.
The news of the little prince's death shocked both the government and the public. Zhao Deji was depressed and went on strike for seven consecutive days to mourn for his son. The palace was completely immersed in a black shadow. Queen Mother Tianwei and others recalled the days when the little prince "ascended the throne" during the Miao-Liu mutiny. The child was young, lively and cute, but now that he died like this, everyone was sad and shed tears.
Zhao Deji was immersed in the grief of losing his son and spent his days in a coma. No matter how he was comforted by his trusted ministers, maids, eunuchs, and concubines, it was of no avail.
More than half a month.
Winter is short, and after noon, it becomes very gloomy, like dusk. The palace lanterns are lit early. Zhao Deji is sitting on the couch in the Nuan Pavilion, drinking three cups and two warm wines, and sighing. Wu Jinnu and Zhang Yingying Accompanying him, he held the beautiful Zhang Yingying on his lap and played with him, while Wu Jinnu read to him some long-backlogged memorials. They were nothing more than some flattery to comfort him, or some impeachments issued by the censor, or some reminders to Jinnu. Memorial of the attack...
He was upset when he heard it. When Wu Jinnu stopped reading, he frowned and said, "What is this?"
Wu Jinnu knelt down and said, "I dare not read it."
He took it and saw for himself that it was a letter from a scholar, asking him to follow the example of his ancestor Song Renzong. Song Renzong had no children, so he adopted a descendant of the clan who would later become Song Yingzong. Seeing that his son's body was not cold, Zhao Deji unexpectedly There was a rabid scholar who wrote a letter that he would adopt another person. He was so angry that he threw the memorial on the ground and only growled: "Exile him and never hire him."
But at this time, he no longer had the energy to get angry. These days, he stopped taking Wang Jixian's aphrodisiac and was not interested in anything. He always thought that his previous sexual intercourse was a big secret, but after seeing this After receiving a memorial, he realized that his inaction had long been known to the whole world. The death of his son, the indifference to women, and the infertility of his offspring were double humiliations accumulated in his heart. His whole body felt as if it had been bitten by millions of poisonous snakes. He softened. He collapsed on the couch and only waved his hand to ask Wu Jinnu and others to leave.
Zhao Deji was lying alone, thinking about his son's cute appearance, and thinking about the humiliating memorial. He suddenly thought of Hua Rong, who was also seriously injured and infertile. He sneered and said to himself: "I didn't expect that I Like Rong'er, we really have sympathy for each other!"