Li Xiangren couldn't bear it anymore, "haha" laughed twice, these two laughs made Huixin tremble, and she wondered if she had been discovered. The other people in the hall were silent and looked at each other. Prince Miaojiang did not comment, and said to the maid: "Take her down to rest first." Huixin just wanted to leave this place quickly, so he followed the maid and left the palace quickly.
After returning to the room where she was resting, her regretful heart was still pounding, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. She was very nervous, but confused. If she was exposed, why didn't Prince Miaojiang speak out? If he hadn't exposed himself, why was the Ninth Prince, who resembled Li Xiangren, so aggressive? Also, who is this Ninth Prince? The more I regretted thinking about it, the more I felt that the matter was not simple, so I thought about how to connect with Mr. Liu to communicate. She remembered the carrier pigeon given to her by Mr. Liu, so she immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter, calling for the pigeon to send to Mr. Liu.
Regret didn't know if the carrier pigeon could pass the letter to Mr. Liu, but she believed in Mr. Liu, and Prince Miaojiang didn't say goodbye to her in the next few days. Regret once thought that the plan had failed, but the maids treated her hospitably again. Polite, regretful and confused, I don't know what's going on.
"Gulu Gulu."
The sound of the pigeons brought Hui Xin back to her thoughts. Hui Xin quickly opened the envelope and found that Mr. Liu had only written a few words to her: Don't act rashly.
Regretful and inexplicably disappointed, but Mr. Liu just ran away and said so, so she just followed suit.
capital city
This day Yang Tingjing was not at home, Fenghuang received news from Beili Pavilion that Master Ziqian had returned, so Fenghuang quietly went to Beili Pavilion to see him.
Ziqian was still the same, and after reporting the recent gains to Fenghuang, he said, "Fenghuang, I have something to tell you. Zijing and Princess Baiying will get married in three months." Puzzled, he lowered his eyes and said, "This is Zijing's own choice, so you don't have to think too much about it. There is one more thing, the disciples of Luoge have gathered in the capital, and there will be a war in the near future."
Fenghuang wanted to ask why, but when he heard that Zijing had his own opinion, he stopped talking, and only told Luoge to tell her when there was any movement, and he wanted to go back after talking.
But Ziqian stopped her again, and said with a half-smile: "The ruler of Beichen is investigating the disappearance of the princess recently, and the news received in the pavilion is that the princess Heqin once came to the capital to meet Yang Tingfeng."
Fenghuang was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Yang Tingfeng?" Thinking of Zhou Wanyi's inexplicable post asking herself and Yang Tingjing to go to the Eight Princes' Mansion to enjoy the flowers, she felt that this matter was not simple, and the disappearance of Princess He might be a It was related to Yang Tingfeng, so he said to Ziqian: "Find someone to keep an eye on the Eight Princes' Mansion, don't show any traces."
"Go and talk to Chu Meng yourself, I won't be the microphone." Ziqian leaned limply and said with his legs on the table, Phoenix gave Ziqian a supercilious look and then went to Chu Meng.
Because she was afraid that Yang Tingjing had come back, Fenghuang hurried back, and instead of going in through the main entrance, she climbed in through the courtyard wall on one side. Her stomach is not too big now, and her movements are still light, so it is no problem to perform lightness kung fu. , couldn't help being a little proud, jumped from the wall into the flowerbed, and swaggered into the hall again.
The maids who were ordered by Yang Tingjing to take care of her were heartbroken when they saw the princess came back, and hurriedly surrounded her to serve her, fearing that she would hurt herself when she went out.
Fenghuang sipped his tea slowly, thinking that luckily Yang Tingjing hadn't returned yet, otherwise if he knew that he was out and about again, he would definitely have to worry again. Counting these days, he has really worked hard for him, but he has always been healthy, and he has not suffered many injuries from bullets and bullets in the past, so it would not be a problem to move around more now.
She thought so in her heart, but God taught her a lesson the next day.
Early in the morning, Fenghuang was still asleep, and suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain, and woke up with a cry of pain. Yang Tingjing woke up when he heard the sound. Yichang sat on the side and held Fenghuang's hand to comfort her.
Fenghuang was in cold sweat from the pain, his body convulsed, he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, it was very tormented, Yang Tingjing experienced this for the first time, and he wished to suffer for her, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only wipe her away with a silk cloth. With cold sweat on his forehead, he asked her softly how she felt.
The pain came and went, and after a while, Fenghuang slowly recovered from his dizziness, and replied weakly: "I'm better, help me get some sugar and salt water."
Yang Tingjing didn't know what the effect of drinking this thing was, but she thought that since Fenghuang asked, she did so, and made her a glass of sugar and salt water. Fenghuang drank some and felt that his strength had returned a little.
The doctor came soon after, and because Fenghuang hadn't washed up yet, Yang Tingjing stretched out his hand and pulled down the tent. The doctor asked Yang Tingjing about the patient's symptoms first, and then gave Fenghuang a pulse diagnosis through the curtain. Since he put his finger on her wrist, he frowned, which made Yang Tingjing nervous when he watched from the sidelines. A little sweat broke out on his face.
After a while, the doctor put away the soft pillow, looked at Yang Tingjing and the bed curtain hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something but dared not.
Yang Tingjing was worried about Fenghuang's body, and was already extremely anxious. Seeing his hesitant to speak, he couldn't help asking: "Mr.
Fenghuang lay down and heard no movement outside for a long time, so he endured the pain and asked, "Is there something wrong with the child..."
Seeing the prince and concubine asking questions one after another, the doctor hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth: "The prince is fine, but the fetal image of the concubine is not stable, so we need to be careful in everything." After a pause, he stammered: "Not...not suitable If you have sex again, you must take good care of your body, otherwise there may be problems during childbirth."
Fenghuang's abdominal pain had just been relieved, and she was half-sitting and listening to Yang Tingjing talk to the doctor. As a modern woman, she didn't think it was any embarrassment at first, but she felt embarrassed when she heard the doctor's hesitant tone, and kept silent. keep silent.
Although Yang Tingjing had always been calm and generous, at this time his expression was a little unnatural and he said: "This king understands, and everything will be done according to the master's orders."
The doctor packed up the medicine box and was about to leave. He did not forget to say earnestly: "The prince and the princess are young, and they are newly married. In fact, as long as they are careful, there is nothing wrong with it. But the princess may have acted too violently recently, and she has become a little pregnant. But you have to be cautious in the future, and this is the first child, if you don't pay attention, it is easy to fall into the root cause of the disease."