Concubine Ning listened, thinking that the people in the palace didn't serve him well, that's why he came to Leng Palace to ask her to make soup, and quickly brushed her hair on her temples: "The guilty concubine will go now."
After speaking, he bowed to him, and then followed the palace servants to the direction of the imperial dining room.
Li Huailin looked at her back from the side, and knew in his heart that he should say something nice, and knew that he should treat her better, but seeing her not being sad at all, he felt sullenly, it's not necessary, She sure wasn't sad either.
Looking away, he drove back to Hexi Palace and waited.
The soup in the pot was bubbling with milky white, Ning Wanwei stood by and watched, slightly distracted.
"My lady in the palace, which one will come over to cook the soup in person?" The cook outside whispered.
The cook next to her said: "It is said that it is His Majesty's order that the noble concubine should cook soup before returning to Hexi Palace."
"Isn't this a way to abuse people..."
It was indeed quite despicable, involuntarily withdrew her favor, and involuntarily let her enter the limbo. Ning Wanwei still doesn't know what she did wrong. After thinking about it, she can only feel that His Majesty lost his temper and blamed her. After all, the eldest princess' party has officially confronted the imperial court recently. She was favored by the eldest princess in the past. Now she should be implicated because of her.
His Majesty has no feelings for her herself.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Concubine Ning brought a handkerchief, wrapped it in a sand pot, took off the stove, and poured out the soup.
"Your Majesty." A cook behind said cautiously, "Slaves, come, your hands..."
Concubine Ning smiled gently, shook her head, picked up the soup and followed the palace servants to Hexi Palace.
Hexi Palace was really far away from the imperial dining room, and the hot soup was only half-warm when it was covered with snow. She enters the hall. He saluted first, then filled out the soup and tried it, his eyebrows frowned slightly.
Li Huailin leaned on the soft couch and looked at her, feeling extremely at ease in his heart, and his complexion softened a lot.
"What? It's not good?" he asked.
She shook her head: "It's a little cold."
The emperor stood up, took the spoon in her hand and took a sip, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at her hand inadvertently.
A red blister was scalded on her delicate finger, and yellow water had already accumulated inside.
When his movements froze, Li Huailin narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: "How stupid are you?"
Concubine Ning turned pale, pulled her sleeves to cover her hands, and explained in a low voice: "It's a little cold, and my hands are not very dexterous, I wouldn't be like this before."
Li Huailin was at a loss for words.
He loves her so much, and if she listens to his words, why does it seem like he hates her
He tilted his head and ordered the maid to bring the medicine for the burn. Li Huailin held the bowl of half-warm soup and drank it slowly. He whispered, "Apply the medicine yourself."
"Thank you Lord Long En!" Concubine Ning Guifei saluted, turned sideways to avoid his sight, and wiped her head down.
It's still the same as Hexi Palace, but she is here, which is completely different from Concubine Shu's here. Li Huailin doesn't know what is different, but looking at her figure, his body, which has been tense for a day, relaxes.
With a slight movement in his heart, Li Huailin put the bowl away. He reached out and pulled the man over.
Ning Wanwei was still rubbing the medicine, one of them lost her balance, she fell into his arms, subconsciously raised her hands up, fearing that the medicine would rub against his dragon robe.
Li Huailin snorted softly and bit her neck with his mouth open.
"Don't..." she panicked, "The guilty concubine hasn't changed and bathed yet!"
"What's the matter?" he muffled.
Ning Wanwei was stunned, and blinked extremely slowly, feeling his temperature, the tip of her nose turned slightly red.
"According to the rules, palace concubines need to take a bath when they sleep."
"In this palace, I am the rule."
Trembling slightly, Ning Wanwei supported him and fell on the soft couch, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and stroked his back to comfort him.
Sensing her movement, Li Huailin did not calm down, but instead moved more violently, like a suddenly violent beast, biting open her skirt very roughly. Ning Wanwei followed his strength and let him do whatever he wanted, her eyes were misty and slightly dazed.
It's really hard to guess the emperor's mind. One moment he was in the cold palace, and the next moment he will be favored by him. Has he not missed her for a few days
Being dragged into the brocade quilt in a daze, Ning Wanwei has been thinking about this question, feeling a little hopeful in her heart. Also a little nervous.
The next day, the emperor went to court, Concubine Ning looked through the imperial calendar, her eyes fell on yesterday's day, she thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized.
The nineteenth day of the twentieth month is the birthday of Princess Danyang.
Not because I miss her, but because I miss the eldest princess.
Ning Wanwei stood there silent for a long time, then smiled again.
It's good, at least when he misses his imperial sister, she can help comfort him a little bit.
In the early court, all the officials found that the emperor was in a good mood. Although he lost his mind many times, he kept smiling, which was completely different from the coldness of the previous few days.
"In the last month, the imperial court lost 3,000 troops and captured the seven cities of Pingling." Situ Jing reported below, "Clashes broke out in Ziyang and Danyang. Three days ago, the turmoil in the main city of Ziyang broke out. Although it was quickly suppressed, it is enough to show that, The people are also dissatisfied with Lord Ziyang."
"Very good." Li Huailin smiled.
Liu Yunlie was listening to Situ Jing asking for credit, but surprisingly he didn't say a word.
The Ziyang riot was caused by their people, not public opinion, and there was nothing to be happy about at all. In the current battle of Pingling, Fengjun's side has been gaining the upper hand because the commander is a pussy. Once Jiang Xuanjin takes command, the situation will be difficult to predict.
Fortunately, now that Li Huaiyu was about to give birth, Jiang Xuanjin was held back, and they still had room to prepare countermeasures.
However, Situ Jing didn't do anything else, he actually asked for credit first.
Shaking his head secretly, Liu Yunlie sighed, he didn't open his mouth to remind the emperor seated, nor did he come out to refute Situ Jing's words, instead, he looked at the entire court slowly with a pair of heroic eyes.
The spring breeze was blowing in the first-tier cities in March, and Qi Jin said that the wife will give birth in a few days.
Jiang Xuanjin stared at Li Huaiyu's stomach motionlessly for half an hour, and Chengxu next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, you don't have to be so nervous."
It's useless to be nervous!
"Which eye of yours sees me nervous?" Jiang Xuanjin raised his chin indifferently.
Li Huaiyu let out a laugh, hooked his finger on his wet palm, and said with bright eyes: "Yes, our king has thousands of troops and horses in front of us, and we are still calm, why would we be nervous about such a trivial matter?"
As she spoke, she opened his palm teasingly, and gently wiped him with a handkerchief.
Jiang Xuanjin was a little annoyed: "Leave me alone."
He looked fierce, but Li Huaiyu giggled, dried his hands, and interlocked his fingers: "I haven't eaten lunch yet, how about some?"
As if her heart was hanging in her throat by a rope, Jiang Xuanjin shook her head: "I'm not hungry."
Huaiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "If I don't give birth, why don't you eat?"
"No." He frowned.
The palms that had just been wiped were sweating again, Huaiyu sighed, asked Chengxu to bring food over, and coaxed him softly: "I'm fine, take a couple of bites first, and I'll listen to you later, so I can sleep for a while. How about it?" ?”
She has been unable to sleep recently, and the blue color in front of her eyes is getting more and more obvious. Jiang Xuanjin has thought of everything, but she can't get her to sleep for more than an hour.
Now that she said that, even if he lost his appetite, he still nodded.
Murong Qi sneaked a few glances in the outer room, and couldn't help but click his tongue twice: "No wonder."
No wonder Lord Ziyang would marry Li Huaiyu back. Although the princess Danyang was rough with others, she was so gentle to Lord Ziyang. She knew that she was uncomfortable and coaxed him.
However, even though Pingling was beating so hard, Jiang Xuanjin was still sitting here with his wife, so he really could hold his breath.
"Hey, why don't you eat celery?" Huaiyu held it to his lips, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Mr. Ziyang is still picky about eating?"
Jiang Xuanjin looked at the green and white part with displeasure: "It's unpalatable."
"No, it's delicious. And Qi Jin said that eating this is good for your body."
"don't want."
Really stubborn, Huaiyu pouted, and just about to say something, her stomach tightened.
She paused, realized something, turned her head to Qingsi and said: "Let Dr. Qi come here first."
Jiang Xuanjin's jaw tightened, and he grabbed her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, let her check the pulse." Li Huaiyu's face was relaxed. Smiling at him, "But I suddenly have a craving for jade bean buns."
This thing is also available in Lu Jingxing's restaurant, just as Chengxu wanted to tell him to buy it, Madam grabbed Junshang's hand and said, "Go buy it for me, okay?"
Normally, Jiang Xuanjin would have gone out and got on the horse, but now, he stared at her for a while, his hands tightened suddenly, and his eyes panicked.
"Hey, don't be in a hurry." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Huaiyu laughed, "I didn't have an accident, it really didn't happen, it's fine!"
"..."
"Even if you are about to give birth, you don't need this expression... Hey, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't eat any green jade bean buns, you hold me, don't be afraid."
"..."
"Jiang Jie, I'm giving birth, I'm not going to die, you majestic Ziyang Lord, you can't be scared like this!"
"..."
The corners of Murong Qi's mouth twitched when he heard it outside, who the hell wants to give birth? Those who are pregnant are not afraid of the sky, but those who are not pregnant are so shocked that their faces are snow-white.
"Mr. Baihua, it's not convenient here, please go outside." Chengxu hurriedly came out and said.
Murong Qi shrugged his shoulders, followed him out and stood for a while, then he saw people from the mansion coming over one after another.
The doctor carried the medicine box into the door solemnly, Qingsi and Xu Chuning also went in with their things, followed by a group of Wen Po, Ziyang Jun was inside and never came out.
Murong Qi leaned on the stone pillar next to him, looked at the silent people waiting in the yard, suddenly felt that Princess Danyang was not miserable at all, she said she was criticized by thousands of people, but there were so many people around her who cared about her Hers is much better than her. The whole country in the Eastern Jin Dynasty praised her, but there was no one around her.
Hehe laughed twice, Murong Qi looked at the person standing at the front in the courtyard.
That seems to be the best friend of the eldest princess, every time I see him, he is always wearing a brocade robe with two breasts that is as white as snow, but the embroidery patterns are different.
Some people said he was a merchant, but Murong Qi didn't think so. Merchants are all fat-headed and big-eared, wearing brocade clothes with patterns of copper coins. This person looks like a handsome man, like a young man in troubled times who "rides on a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves all over the building", without the slightest stinky smell.
Now he was standing outside the door, listening to the movement in the room, his face tensed. Hanging his eyes in silence for a long time, he suddenly clasped his hands together. I bowed to the sky.
The sleeves of the clothes fluttered, and the elegance was unique, even if he was frowning and puzzled, Murong Qi still thought he was so damn good-looking.
Subconsciously, she followed his example and bowed to the sky.
Even if you don't like Danyang, you have to pray that she will give birth to Lin'er safely. As long as she is alive, there will always be a chance to fight again.
The agarwood Buddha beads on her wrist were tightly squeezed by her. Li Huaiyu kept comforting the restless Jiang Xuanjin in a low voice, but her stomach really hurt, her face turned pale and she couldn't speak.
Jiang Xuanjin opened her fingers, took out the beads, and stuffed his own hand into hers.
Huaiyu saved her energy listening to Wen Po's words, but she couldn't help but said, "Did you do it on purpose? I know I don't want to pinch you."
"No." Jiang Xuanjin forced himself to sit still, his eyes tightened and his whole body filled with uneasiness. He whispered, "A few days ago, you had a nightmare."
The only time when she slept for more than half an hour, she leaned on the soft pillow and kept talking in her dreams, talking about what she had said to him in the interrogation room of the death row back then, murmuring, tears streaming down her face.
He is distressed.
He didn't want to care about what she owed him, but he owed her. He wants to pay it back.
The stomach contraction became more and more painful, Huaiyu panted, breathing as Wen Po said, forcefully suppressing the fear in her heart.
She can't panic. Although she has never given birth to a child, she is indeed afraid, but he is obviously more afraid than her. If she panics, he must go crazy. But... think so. When the pain was severe, her pupils were dilated.
"Your Majesty, why don't you go out first?" Wen Po knew the rules and urged her repeatedly, "The delivery room is bloody and dirty, you..."
Looking up coldly, Jiang Xuanjin stared at her and asked, "Where is it dirty?"
Wen Po choked, and was so frightened by his look that she dared not speak again.
It takes a long time to give birth to flowers. Generally, it has nothing to do with men. The old men of various families drink tea and wait outside. Some of them are more indifferent, and some of them go out for shopping and then come back to hold their children. Mr. Ziyang has a noble status, and he heard that there are many taboos. I thought it was to give him a step down. Who would have thought that he would really be able to sit here.
"Master..." Seeing her getting more and more painful, her face was wrinkled together, Qingsi's eyes were red, and she whispered, "Today is March 27th."
On March 27th, in the eighth year of Daxing, it was a day suitable for funerals. Someone drank poisonous wine and went to Huangquan full of unwillingness.
But in the ninth year of Daxing, March 27th is auspicious, and there are no taboos. Everything works.
In the dimness, Huaiyu heard this sentence, grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing a pale smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed the person next to him.
"I used to... used to hate you very much, so when I told you that I wanted to live a long life, it was with resentment." As if remembering something, she murmured to him, "But it's different now. Now I don't I hate you."
Jiang Xuanjin's pupils constricted.
The face in front of him was covered with sweat, haggard to the point of withering, but he said to him: "Your Majesty must live a long life."