National Beauty

Chapter 178 178

After the king of Chu’s family was sent out of the capital under the guards of the guards, the king of life, Zhao Heng, repeatedly asked the emperor to recall his elder brother. Emperor Xuande was annoyed and ordered a full month’s ban.

Originally, the King of Chu had an accident, and the atmosphere in the Shou Palace was depressing enough. Now his own prince is also forbidden. The autumn is not over yet, but the Shou Palace seems to usher in the winter ahead of schedule, and it is cold everywhere.

After Zhao Heng returned to the house, he went into the study alone. When it was dark, he took a rest in the study’s interior. He practiced calligraphy and painting at dawn. No one was allowed to disturb. Only Father Fu went in to deliver meals, wait for the master to wash and clean the room. , I could see the prince for a few glances, but from beginning to end, Zhao Heng pursed his lips without saying a word.

Song Jianing can imagine the situation of the prince in the front yard without asking for Father Fu.

Song Jianing didn’t worry about this, but felt distressed.

When I first met King Shou in this life, he was the future emperor in her eyes, and he was going to be the emperor. Isn’t his life bad? So some people laughed at King Shou’s stuttering, and some people looked down on him because of this. Song Jianing didn’t take it seriously. He always felt that King Shou was a blessed person. Gradually, she had more contact with King Shou. King Shou was kind to her. The future emperor in Song Jianing’s eyes finally became a flesh and blood person. If someone laughed at him for his mouth problems, Song Jianing could not help but feel sorry for him.

But these are all trivial things. After marrying him, King Wu’an and King Qin had troubles one after another. Song Jianing first felt the imperial injustice firsthand, but she knew that her man would be the last emperor, facing the imperial court. Song Jianing still didn’t care much about the disturbance in Tang, until the King of Chu had an accident.

King Chu, that is the real brother of the prince and his mother.

After witnessing the madness of the king of Chu, and witnessing that the prince was worried about his brother’s day and night, Song Jianing finally realized the difficulty of the prince. Perhaps he became the emperor in the end and became the most powerful man in the world, but before ascending to the throne, the prince suffered too much. I watched my elder brother be demoted as a commoner but couldn’t do anything, and even in the future, he would be slandered by the common people, saying that King Chu was the victim of him…

“Daddy!”

Suddenly heard her daughter’s excited voice, Song Jianing was startled, seeing her daughter pouting her little **** on the window sill, her face pressed against the glazed window and looking out, Song Jianing’s heartbeat quickened, and she immediately moved to her daughter’s side, but she went out. At first glance, where is the prince’s figure in the empty yard?

“Father!” Zhao Zhao was still yelling, and the fat finger pointed at the glazed window. Song Jianing looked in the direction her daughter was pointing, and suddenly couldn’t laugh or cry. It turned out that a goose-yellow butterfly flew from nowhere, and the daughter was not yelling “Daddy.” “, but “Butterfly”.

The little princess here just saw the rare butterfly. Liu Xi and Jiu’er had quietly gathered around from two directions in the yard, trying to catch the butterfly. Zhaozhao’s eyes widened, and the butterfly flew higher and higher. Seeing that it was about to fly away, Liu Xi suddenly jumped up, and with a slap with both hands, the butterfly was gone.

Zhao Zhao was so anxious that he stood on tiptoe, Song Jianing also squeezed his sweat. What if Liu Xi slapped the butterfly to death and his daughter cried?

Of course, Liu Xi would not disappoint the little princess. He squinted between his palms and smiled. He nodded to the princess and little princess through the window, then went to the hall, found a small famille rose porcelain jar, and put the butterfly in it. , And then quickly covered a layer of tulle, and then held it into the house to show the little princess.

When the weather turns cold in September, butterflies are not common anymore. Zhaozhao likes goose yellow again. It is rare to sit on the couch holding a porcelain jar, and his face is almost covered with that layer of tulle.

I watched the butterflies for a while, and it’s time to have lunch. When I say goodbye, I will concentrate on playing with my mother, because my father is not at home usually, the little girl doesn’t miss my father especially, but when it’s time to eat, Zhaozhao will look at the door. , And then yelled “Father” or “Father” to the mother in doubt, this time is no exception.

Song Jianing had to continue to lie, deceiving his daughter that the father and the king had already eaten, and then used delicious food to divert her daughter’s attention. Song Jianing didn’t dare to disturb him easily when the king of Chu left Beijing. After being married for so long, Song Jianing has figured out the temper of Shouwang. He is a thoughtful prince, but he is also a man who cares about the family. As long as the prince can figure it out, he likes his daughter so much, and he will definitely come to see their wives.

One day passed. In the evening, Song Jianing coaxed her daughter to sleep. She went back to the room, touched the blood jade bracelet on her wrist and thought about the lord for a while, and slowly closed her eyes. Song Jianing didn’t sleep well this night. She dreamed that the prince was standing alone on the grassland. She wanted to go and look for him, but the grassland began to turn around. No matter how she ran, she couldn’t get close, but got farther and farther away from him.

“Lord…”

Song Jianing murmured, waking up suddenly, the room was dim, and the sky was not bright, but there were already maids walking around in the yard. Song Jianing was sweating and continued to lie down for a while, and when he felt more comfortable, he called the maids to come in and serve. Shuang’er and Liu’er waited for her to wash, Jiu’er made the bed and folded the quilt, and looked carefully at the bedding. Jiu’er suppressed his excitement and turned back to remind her master: “Wang Hao, you are five days late for your month.”

Today is the sixth day of September when the princess comes to the first day of the month of August.

At another time, Song Jianing would definitely think about pregnancy, but after she came back from the paddock, her monthly affairs have been irregular in the past six months. The longest one was even ten days late, which caused her to be happy several times. Now the king is in a bad mood. Song Jianing didn’t even dare to go to the doctor, anyway, she wouldn’t be tired, she was really pregnant, she didn’t need to ask a doctor, she would be sure after a while.

Compared with being late for menstrual affairs, Song Jianing missed her husband in the front yard more. Last night’s dream was not very lucky.

After washing and changing clothes, Song Jianing had just cleaned up, and the nurse sent Zhao Zhao over. After breakfast, Song Jianing absent-mindedly coaxed her daughter, her eyes could not help but drift out of the window, floating, and suddenly saw a little **** rushing over. Song Jianing’s face changed drastically, and he put on his shoes and went to the ground first.

“Princess, the prince is sick, go and take a look!” The little **** gasped.

Song Jianing was a little flustered. The prince would do morning exercises every day. He was in excellent health. He had at most two minor illnesses a year. It was enough to cough a few times. This time he scared the **** who was waiting next to him like this… Delayed, turned around to coax her daughter: “Mother, go and see the father, Zhao Zhao is obedient. Will you wait for your mother here?”

Zhao Zhao also missed his father, so he hummed to go with his mother.

Song Jianing sighed at her daughter for the first time: “Observe.”

Zhao Zhao blinked, a little afraid of such a mother, and the nurse was there to help coax him in time. Seeing that his daughter was pretty good, Song Jianing immediately took her sons to the front yard. Stepping quickly into the bedroom in the study, I saw Father Fu bent over to guard the bed, the royal man’s Qiao Langzhong was sitting on a chair and was telling the prince’s pulse, and her prince closed his eyes weakly and his face was not flushed too much. normal.

“The prince is overthinking, and Qiuhan is immersed in the body. In fact, he has already had symptoms, but the prince has been hiding it so that he appears to be menacing.” Loosing the prince’s wrist, Mr. Qiao got up, and respectfully explained to the princess, “The princess does not need to be anxious. The old man will prescribe a prescription, and the prince will take it after a meal, and he will recover within two days at the latest.”

Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the man on the bed open his eyes leisurely. Song Jianing hurriedly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, held his hand tightly, wanted to blame him for not cherishing his body, facing his bloodshot eyes, and remembering the bitterness in his heart, Song Jianing couldn’t say it. I asked him distressedly: “Is it uncomfortable?”

At only six words, halfway through, the soft voice was mixed with crying, and Xing’s eyes were full of water.

Zhao Heng looked at her tearful eyes, his mind gradually awake, and he remembered that he had a crying little princess.

“It’s okay.” Zhao Heng patted her hand and tried to sit up.

“The prince don’t move.” Song Jianing was considerate of him. He was bored in the front yard for more than half a month, and she could not bother him, but now that the prince is tossing herself ill, Song Jianing doesn’t want to let him go anymore, immediately Hold the man’s shoulder, tearfully told: “The prince is sick, you lie down and rest, and get up again when you get better.”

Zhao Heng was indeed weak. Seeing how her tears might fall at any time, he smiled and stopped moving.

Song Jianing asked Father Fu to prepare breakfast first. There were no outsiders in the house. Song Jianing leaned on the man’s shoulders, wiped his tears on his clothes, and leaned on his broad chest and said: “Master, I know you are uncomfortable, you don’t want to follow I said, I don’t bother you, but you are all sick, and I can’t just sit idly by…”

“How do you want?” Zhao Heng asked with a smile. The elder brother went crazy because he was holding back resentment. He has hatred, hatred for the person who framed his elder brother, but that hatred was not enough to overwhelm him. He suddenly fell ill, probably because he was thinking about things in the bathtub a few days ago, and he didn’t know it. It’s been too long, plus I haven’t slept well recently, I have caught up.

Hearing the smile in his words, Song Jianing raised her head in astonishment.

She saw the small smile at the corner of the prince’s mouth, Zhao Heng also saw the tears in her apricot eyes, her dark and moist eyes, and she didn’t think much when she was thinking about things. Now she came, looking at him worriedly, Zhao Suddenly, Heng suddenly thought so hard. He didn’t know where he was, and he pulled her to the bed, then hugged her tightly in her arms, buried her in her thick and cool hair, and took a deep breath.

Feeling his domineering actions and silent intimacy, Song Jianing’s uneasy heart suddenly settled down, without saying anything, she quietly hugged him.

“The prince, the princess, breakfast is ready.” There was silence, and Father 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 prince some porridge, and then drink some medicine later.”

Zhao Heng said, slowly letting go of her.

Song Jianing sat up, and seeing him staring at him intently and regaining his spirit in his eyes, Song Jianing became more calm, arranging his clothes, and calling for Father Fu to come in. The prince was ill, so his diet should be light, and Mr. Fu brought a bowl of vegetable porridge with warm **** in it. Song Jianing didn’t like to eat **** very much, nor was he particularly resistant, but for some reason, Song Jianing couldn’t help nausea when he smelled the **** smell that radiated with the heat.

Zhao Heng sat leaning back, and soon realized that there was something wrong with her, her small face became paler and paler, and her brows frowned deeply.

“What’s the matter?” Zhao Heng held her hand and asked sternly.

Just as Song Jianing was about to perfuse her, her stomach suddenly rolled over, fearing that she would collide with the prince. Song Jianing couldn’t explain it. He put down the porridge bowl and ran out covering his mouth. Zhao Heng’s weakest strength has passed. Her gentle and caring eyes and words are more effective than any panacea, and he is cured from the inside out. So when Song Jianing ran, Zhao Heng jumped out of bed and just wore Zhongyi went after her.

Song Jianing didn’t vomit, and stood outside the study with her chest clutched, her small hand covering the skirt, trying to calm her discomfort.

Zhao Heng didn’t know what was wrong with her, but immediately asked Father Fu to call Qiao Langzhong over.

After all, Song Jianing had been pregnant with a child once, and received another reminder from Jiu’er in the morning. She had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn’t dare to say it for fear that she had guessed wrong. The couple returned to the inner room, Song Jianing persuaded Zhao Heng to lie down, but Zhao Heng insisted on supporting her and sitting, persuading her to persuade her.

Song Jianing stared at Mr. Qiao nervously.

Langzhong Qiao tilted his head slightly. After a while, he let go of his hand and looked at the princess, then led them to the side, and asked a few words in a low voice, confirming that the princess was late for her month, and then he turned back and laughed. He said to the two masters: “Lord, according to the old man, the princess’s pulse is quite like a happy pulse, but maybe the time is too short, and it will take a few more days to confirm.”

Song Jianing has bright apricot eyes, and Qiao Lang is superb in Chinese medicine. Since she dare to say that she looks like a happy pulse, then she should be inseparable.

She looked at the prince beside her in surprise.

Zhao Heng was also happy, but surprised even more, because he had been thinking of his elder brother who was demoted from the capital for more than half a month, and had never thought that his princess would have a heartbeat at this time. Zhao Heng turned sideways and saw her happy apricot eyes, and saw her regaining her ruddy face, so beautiful and full of vigor, happy to be pregnant with his flesh and blood again.

The warm joy, like a spring breeze, dispersed the haze that had hovered in his heart for many days.

“Reward, two silvers per person!” Holding her hand, Zhao Hengyang said, and there was no more gloom on his handsome face.

Father Fu was crying with excitement, and before going out to pass the order, he glanced at the princess gratefully.

Fortunately, there was a princess, and the prince really lived.