Chapter 97: Give birth

Concubine Ning listened, thinking that the people in the palace didn't take care of him, so he came to Lenggong to ask her to make soup, and quickly sipped her hair: "The sin concubine will go now."
After saying that he bowed a big gift to him, and then followed the palace people to the direction of the imperial dining room.
Li Huailin looked sideways at her back, clearly knowing that he should say a few good things, and he knew that he should be kind to her, but seeing her seemingly not sad, he felt sullenly that it was unnecessary. She is certainly not sad.
Withdrawing his gaze, he drove back to Hexi Palace and waited.
The soup in the pot was bubbling with milky white bubbles. Ning Wanwei stood by and watched, slightly distracted.
"The lady in the palace, who will come to make the soup in person?" The cook outside whispered.
The chef next to her said: "I heard that it was your Majesty's will to let the concubine boil the soup before returning to the Hexi Palace."
"Isn't this changing the law and ruining people..."
It was indeed quite ruinous, she could not help but withdrew her favor, and she could not help but let her into the cold palace. Ning Wanwei still doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong. After thinking about it, she can only feel that her majesty lost her temper and angered her. After all, the eldest princess has officially confronted the court recently. She used to be favored by the eldest princess. Now she should be implicated.
His Majesty has no feelings for her as a person.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Concubine Ning took the veil, wrapped the sand jar, took off the stove, and poured out the soup.
"Niang." A cook behind me cautiously said, "Come on, slave, your hand..."
Concubine Ning Gui smiled gently, shook her head, picked up the soup and followed the palace people to Hexi Palace.
Hexi Palace was a little far away from the Imperial Dining Room. A hot pot of soup was covered with snow when it was brought over, and it was only half warm. She entered the hall. He bowed first, then put the soup out and tried it, frowning slightly.
Li Huailin leaned on the soft couch and looked at her, feeling extremely secure in his heart, and his complexion eased a lot.
"Why? It's not good?" he asked.
She shook her head: "It's a bit 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 bright red blister burned on the delicate finger, and yellow water had accumulated in it.
As soon as his movements became stiff, Li Huailin squinted his eyes and said in a bad tone: "How stupid are you?"
Concubine Ning's face turned pale, she pulled her sleeves and covered her hands, and explained in a low voice: "It's a bit cold, and her hands are not very dexterous. It was not like this before."
Li Huailin was speechless.
He felt sorry for her, and when she heard what she said, why did he dislike her?
He turned his head and ordered the maid to take the medicine for scalding. Li Huailin held the half-warm soup and drank slowly. Whispered: "Apply the medicine yourself."
"Thank you Lord Longen!" Concubine Ning bowed, avoiding his sight, and wiped her head.
It's still the same with Xi Gong, but she is here, completely different from Concubine Shu's here, and Li Huailin doesn't know the difference, but looking at her figure, she loosened her body after a day of tension.
Li Huailin set the bowl with his heart moved slightly. Reached out and pulled the man over.
Ning Wanwei was still applying the medicine, one of them could not stabilize, and when she fell into his arms, she raised her hand subconsciously, fearing that the medicine would rub against his dragon robe.
Li Huailin snorted and bit her neck.
"Don't..." she said in a panic, "The concubine hasn't changed her clothes yet to bathe!"
"What does it matter?" he muffled.
Ning Wanwei was startled, blinked very slowly, felt his temperature, and the tip of her nose was slightly red.
"According to the rules, the servants of the palace have to bathe in bed."
"In this palace, I am the rule."
Her body trembled slightly, Ning Wanwei let him fall on the soft couch, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and followed his back to soothe her.
Perceiving her movements, Li Huailin was not calm, but instead moved more violently, like a suddenly violent beast, biting open the skirt of her clothes exceptionally roughly. Ning Wanwei followed his strength and let him do whatever he wanted, with misty eyes and slight dazedness in her eyes.
The emperor’s mind is really hard to guess. The last moment he was in the cold palace, the next moment he would be favored. Did he miss her for a few days?
Ning Wanwei had been thinking about this problem and was a little hopeful in her heart. Also a little nervous.
The next day, the emperor went to the dynasty, and Concubine Ning turned over the emperor's calendar, her eyes fell on yesterday's day, and she thought for a while, and she suddenly felt.
Twenty-nineth, the birthday of Princess Danyang.
Not because I missed her, but because I missed the princess.
Ning Wanwei stood silent for a long time and smiled again.
Very good, at least when he thinks about his emperor sister, she can help comfort one or two.
In the early dynasty, all the officials found that the emperor was in a good mood. Although he was distracted many times, he kept smiling, which was completely different from the coldness of the previous few days.
"In the last month, the imperial court broke three thousand soldiers and won the seven cities of Pingling." Situ Jing reported below, "Clashes broke out in various places in Ziyang Danyang, and turmoil occurred in the main city of Ziyang three days ago. Although it was quickly suppressed, it is enough to show that, People are also dissatisfied with Ziyang Jun."
"Very good." Li Huailin smiled.
Liu Yunlie listened to Situ's invitation to the side, surprisingly without saying a word.
The Ziyang riots were their actions, not public opinion, and there was nothing to be happy about at all. At the moment in the battle of Pingling, because the leader of the prince is a pustule, he has always prevailed. Once Jiang Xuanjin is in charge, the situation will be difficult to say.
It is also fortunate that now Li Huaiyu is about to give birth, and Jiang Xuanjin is held back, and they still have room to prepare countermeasures.
However, Situ Jing didn't do anything else, he was actually asking for credit first.
Secretly shook his head, Liu Yunlie sighed, he did not speak to remind the emperor sitting there, nor did he come out to refute Situ Jing's words, a pair of heroic eyes slowly looked at the whole court.
The spring breeze in the first-tier cities in March was blowing, and Qi Jin said that it was just a few days since his wife gave birth.
Jiang Xuanjin stared at Li Huaiyu's belly motionlessly. She had been staring at Li Huaiyu's stomach for half an hour, and she couldn't stand the Chengxu next to her, and whispered: "My lord, you don't need to be so nervous."
It's useless to be nervous!
"Which eye do you see that you are nervous?" Jiang Xuanjin raised her chin indifferently.
Li Huaiyu made a sound, and hooked his wet palm with his fingers, and his eyes were bright and authentic: "Yes, we have thousands of troops standing in front of us without making any expressions. Why would you be nervous about this little thing?"
As he said, he opened his palm like a molesting, took the kerchief and gently wiped him.
Jiang Xuanjin was a little annoyed: "Leave me alone."
He looked fierce, but Li Huaiyu giggled, wiped his hands dry, and clasped his fingers: "I haven't eaten lunch yet, how much do you want?"
Jiang Xuanjin shook her head as if being held by a rope in her throat, "I'm not hungry."
Huaiyu couldn't laugh or cry: "If I don't give birth, you won't eat anymore?"
"No." He frowned.
There was some sweat in the palms that had just been wiped, Huaiyu sighed, let Chengxu bring the food over, and softly coaxed him: "I'm fine, you take two bites first, and I will listen to you later, so I can sleep for a while. How about ?"
She hasn't been able to sleep lately, and the green color now becomes more and more obvious. Jiang Xuanjin has thought about any way, and she can't change her sleep for more than an hour.
Now that she said that, even if he had no appetite anymore, he nodded.
Murong Zi took a sneak peek in the outer room, and couldn't help but tsk, "No wonder."
No wonder Ziyang Jun would marry Li Huaiyu back. Although this Danyang eldest princess is rude to others, she is really gentle to Ziyang Jun. She is uncomfortable and even coaxes him.
However, Pingling was playing so fiercely, and Jiang Xuanjin's wife who was still sitting here to accompany her was really calm.
"Hey, why don't you eat celery?" Huaiyu clamped it to his lips, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Jun Ziyang is still picky eating?"
Jiang Xuanjin looked at the green-white green-white section rather uncomfortably: "It's unpalatable."
"No, it's delicious. And Qi Jin said, this is good for your body."
"No."
Really stubborn, Huaiyu pouted, and just about to say something, her belly was tight.
She paused, realized something, and turned her head to Qingsi and said, "Let Doctor Qi come over first."
Jiang Xuanjin nodded tightly, grabbed her and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's okay, let her take the pulse." Li Huaiyu's face was relaxed. Smiled at him, "But I suddenly wanted to eat jade bean buns."
This thing is also in Lu Jingxing’s restaurant. As soon as Chengxu wanted to say that he was going to buy it, his wife took the hand of Jun Shang and said, "You can buy it for me, can you?"
If in normal times, Jiang Xuanjin must have gone out and started, but right now, he stared at her for a while, his hands suddenly tightened, and his eyes panic instantly.
"Hey, don't worry." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Huaiyu laughed, "I'm fine, I really haven't, it's fine!"
"..."
"Even if it's about to give birth, you don't need this expression... Hey, I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't eat any jade bean buns, don't be afraid of you holding me."
"..."
"Jiang Jie, I am giving birth, not going to die, you dignified Ziyang, you can't be scared like this!"
"..."
Murong Zi turned out to hear her mouth twitching, who is going to give birth? Those who were pregnant were not afraid of fear, and those who were not pregnant turned pale with shock.
"Mr Baihua. It's not convenient here, please go outside." Chengxu hurriedly came out.
Murong Qi shrugged, and went out and stood there for a while, only to see people in the house coming over one after another.
The medical goddess dignifiedly hugged the medicine box and entered the door. Qingsi and Xu Chuniang also took their things in, followed by a bunch of Er Wenpo, Ziyang Jun was in it, and never came out.
Murong Qi leaned on the stone pillar next to him, looking at the people waiting in silence in the courtyard, and suddenly felt that Princess Danyang was actually not miserable at all. She was pointed out by Qianfu, but there were so many people around her who cared about her. Her is much better than her. The whole country praised her in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but there was no one beside her.
After giggling twice, Murong Cai looked at the man standing in the front of the courtyard.
It seemed to be the eldest princess's best friend. Every time he saw him, he wore a white and snow-like brocade robe, but the embroidery patterns were different.
Some people said he was a merchant, but Murong Qi didn't think he looked like it. Merchants are all fat-headed and big-eared and dressed in brocade clothes with a copper coin pattern. This man looks like Yushu is facing the wind, like a turbid son who "rides on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves on the building", without any copper smell.
Right now he was standing outside the door, his face tense listening to the movement in the room. He fell silent for a long time, and suddenly put his hands together. Bowed to the sky.
The clothes are fluttering, and the grace is unique, even if he frowns, Murong Qi still feels really good-looking.
Subconsciously, she learned from him and bowed to the sky.
Even if Danyang is not pleasing to the eye, we must pray that she will give birth to Lin'er safely. As long as she lives, there is always a chance to fight again.
The agarwood beads on her wrist were pinched tightly by her. Li Huaiyu kept softly soothing Jiang Xuanjin who was anxious, but her stomach really hurts, her face turned pale, and she couldn't speak.
Jiang Xuanjin broke her fingers, took out the Buddhist beads, and put his hands into her hands.
Huaiyu listened to Po Wen's words and saved his energy. Watching his movements, she couldn't help but said, "Did you do it on purpose? I know I can't bear to pinch you."
"No." Jiang Xuanjin forced herself to sit still, with her eyes tight and an aura of restlessness all over her body. He whispered, "You had a nightmare the other day."
The only time she slept for more than half an hour, she leaned on the soft pillow and babbled constantly, saying what she had said to him in the death row interrogation room, muttering and tearing.
He feels distressed.
He didn't want to care about what she owed him, but he owed her. He wants to pay it back.
Her stomach was shrinking more and more painful, Huaiyu gasped, breathing as Wen Po said, abruptly pressing her fear in her heart.
She can't panic. Although she has never had a child, she is indeed afraid, but he is obviously more afraid than her. If she panic, he must be crazy. But... I think so. When the pain was severe, her pupils were a little dilated.
"My lord, can you go out first?" Wen Po knew the rules and repeatedly persuaded, "The delivery room is 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 didn't dare to speak again.
It takes a long time to produce flowers. Generally, it has nothing to do with men. The grandfathers and sons of every family are waiting outside drinking tea, and they are a little colder, and there are those who go shopping and come back to hold their children. Ziyang Jun is distinguished, and he has heard a lot of taboos. I wanted to give him a step down. Who would have thought that he could really sit here.
"Master..." Seeing her hurting more and more, her face was wrinkled together, Qingsi's eyes were red, and she whispered, "Today is March 27."
March 27, in the eighth year of Daxing, was a funeral day. Some people drank the poisonous wine and went to Huangquan with full of unwillingness.
But in the ninth year of Daxing, March 27th was auspicious, with no taboos. Everything is suitable.
In the dim, Huaiyu heard these words, the corners of his mouth grinned, showing a pale smile, and reached out his hand to grasp the person next to him.
"I used to... once hated you so much, so when I told you that I would live a hundred years old, it was spiteful." As if remembering something, she murmured to him, "But now it's different. Now I I don't hate you anymore."
Jiang Xuanjin's pupils tightened.
The face in front of him was sweaty, haggard and almost withered, but he said to him: "Your Majesty must live a long life."