It’s Better to be the Empress Dowager

Lu Yufei was woken up at night, she put on a dress indiscriminately, and Mother Zhang had already opened the door outside. After a while, Grandma Zhang came back and said to Lu Yufei with a solemn face: "The concubine, the princess is about to give birth."

"I know." Lu Yufei straightened her hair quickly and said, "I heard it just now. Madam, change my clothes and I will go ahead and guard."

Mother Zhang responded and quickly turned on the lights and called everyone up for Lu Yufei to rectify. Lu Yufei just put on his overalls here, and there are people outside again.

Grandma Zhang went out to pick up the conversation, and Grandma Zhang will be back soon, but her expression is not very good: "The concubine, the woman who reported just now said that the prince has ordered that no one is allowed to go out. If anyone is found If you walk around the palace without a promise, you will be dealt with as a crime."

All the maids in the room took a deep breath, and making trouble is not just casual talk, especially here is the royal family. If you are killed, you will worry about whether it will hurt your relatives. King Jing gave such a strict ban, that is, it is crucified, no one is allowed to go out, and no one is allowed to pass on the news.

Lu Yufei changed her clothes halfway. When she heard this, she took off the pearl hairpin from her head and threw it on the makeup, saying: "Come on, don't change it. Work for nothing."

Mother Zhang had never experienced anything like this before, her fingers trembled with fright, and her whole body was uneasy. It's just giving birth, and it's not that I have never seen a woman give birth. Why does the prince have such a big battle?

I don't know, I thought it was a palace change.

Lu Yufei took a deep breath, and fell on the stool, unable to bounce for a long time. After a while, Lu Yufei felt that the room was stuffy, and said, "Open the windows and let them ventilate. The charcoal is about to burn out. Remove it and replace it with a new one."

"Yes." The maid took the order, carrying the charcoal basin to pick up charcoal outside. Taking advantage of the small number of people in the room, Lu Yufei approached Mother Zhang and said in a low voice: "Mother, the prince does not let go out. You should guard the corner door and pay attention to the movement outside. As soon as you have any news, come and tell me."

Grandma Zhang replied and continued: "The old slave understands." After speaking, Grandma Zhang hesitated and asked quietly in her voice: "Concubine, do you think she is a son or a daughter?"

Lu Yufei pursed his mouth, his face was gloomy and he couldn't see his expression. Is it a son or a daughter? Lu Yufei certainly hopes to be a daughter.

Wanwang God's kindness, it is not a good thing for her to give birth to a son at this juncture.

Mother Zhang went out, and Lu Yufei sat in the bedroom alone, walking around, fidgeting. In the end, Lu Yufei was really panicked, so he simply found a string of Buddhist beads, sat on the side of the cave, and prayed in his heart while holding the beads: "It's a daughter, it must be a daughter."

Lu Yufei waited anxiously for a long time, and when the **** crowed, Mother Zhang came back with a drooping face. Lu Yufei's heart sank as soon as she saw Mother Zhang's face.

"His concubine, the princess is born. It's a boy."

At the same time, in many courtyards of the palace, someone quietly ran back from the corner gate and passed the news to the owner of the house: "The princess gave birth to a boy."

In the Yan'an courtyard, Po Wen held the baby, smiled and showed the child's face to Zhao Chengjun: "Congratulations, Lord, you see, he is a big fat boy, he weighs eight jins."

The child's skin was flushed, his face was soaked and wrinkled, and his eyes were still closed at the moment, not knowing what kind of world he came into. This is the first time that Zhao Chengjun has seen a newborn. He was surprised and magical.

The child was born like this? In Zhao Chengjun's impression, children are all wrapped in red swaddling clothes, clean and decent, white and fat. Zhao Chengjun always thought that a child was born in vain.

It turns out that when they first came into the world, they were so small and so fragile. Seeing that Zhao Chengjun was watching the child seriously, Wen Po was bold enough to let Zhao Chengjun stretch out her hand, and she put the baby on Zhao Chengjun's hand. Zhao Chengjun's whole body was stiff, he looked at the little child in his palm with a little confused, thinking, this is his son.

The son of him and Master Tang.

Was it the same when he was born that year?

Zhao Chengjun didn't dare to move his arms at all. Liu Ji saw Zhao Chengjun's posture stiff, and stepped forward skillfully to take over the baby: "The prince is the first time he was a father, and he hasn't learned how to hold the child. When he holds more, the prince will do. "

Zhao Chengjun never hugged a child, but Liu Ji was easy to do. Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, Liu Ji used the "first time", as if he had completely forgotten the existence of an adopted son. Zhao Chengjun didn't notice these details. After Liu Ji took over the child, he was really relieved and asked, "Where is the princess?"

"The princess is asleep in the delivery room."

It was difficult for Master Tang to become pregnant, and the birth was considered smooth, and he was born without any toss. Zhao Chengjun looked at the delivery room with the doors and windows closed, and said, "Hold him down so that the nurse can feed him. Liu Ji, go and stare yourself."

Liu Ji replied, "Hey, the old slave obeyed his orders."

Liu Ji grew up taking care of Zhao Chengjun, and now he can continue to take care of the little master, his face is undoubtedly radiant. Liu Ji's heart is on the child, this is the heir that the prince finally got, the heir of the future palace. The three kings of Xiang, Teng, and the prince have a unique son. In Liu Ji's eyes, isn't this a priceless treasure.

Liu Ji led the nanny to go. He was an **** who had served the emperor and noble concubines in the palace. He couldn't be more familiar with serving people. Handing the child to Liu Ji, Zhao Chengjun was also relieved.

After sending the child away, Zhao Chengjun finally felt relieved and strode towards the delivery room. The maid lady who entered and exited at the door was shocked, but the man in the delivery room could not enter, there would be **** disasters, and even worse, it would hinder the official career! However, when they saw Zhao Chengjun's face, no one dared to speak, so they walked away in silence.

Zhao Chengjun didn't pay attention to those ghost words at all. Whether a man can make a difference, whether he can make an inch in the official career, does he have no points in his heart? The blame is on the female delivery room. This is his wife and the mother of his children. He became a great cause to protect them. There is nothing to avoid.

He walked into the delivery room, and when he smelled the blood inside, he felt a palpitation.

She was so squeamish and afraid of pain, she had to coax her fingers on the table for a long time, and now she bleeds so much blood. Dujuan came out with a basin of hot water, and when he looked up and saw Zhao Chengjun, he almost knelt in fright: "Lord?"

Zhao Chengjun immediately warned her with his eyes: "Be quiet."

Dujuan knew he had made a mistake, and quickly closed his mouth. Zhao Chengjun asked: "Is she in there?"

"Yes." Du Juan whispered back, "The princess is too tired and is already asleep."

Zhao Chengjun waved his hand: "Go out."

Du Juan should have said something, but when she saw Zhao Chengjun walking gently behind the curtain, she felt that she didn't need to say anything. She hugged the basin, closed the tent quietly, and stepped back gently.

Zhao Chengjun opened the bed tent. When he saw the person on the bed, even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a lot of pain. The bedding on the bed had been changed, but the smell of blood was still there. Her hair was completely wet with sweat, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she fell asleep weakly on the pillow.

Zhao Chengjun sat on the edge of the bed and gently pulled her sweaty hair around her sideburns. She is so beautiful that she can fall asleep unconsciously, showing how much she has suffered.

Zhao Chengjun sat on the side of the bed and watched for a long time, but Master Tang had no intention to wake up. The maid saw that she was afraid that Zhao Chengjun would condemn her, and said cautiously: "The prince, the princess is too tired to give birth to the princess, and she will wake up after a while."

Zhao Chengjun was the highest-ranking prince. His daughter was named the princess, and his son, the eldest son, was named the prince. In the future, he inherited the prince, and all other sons were named princess kings. Teacher Tang gave birth to a son, whether he is the eldest son or the second son is not easy to say, but it is not a problem to call him the king of the county.

Zhao Chengjun stood up and said, "Let her continue to sleep. No one is allowed to wake her. The princess's recuperation is the biggest thing. If anyone dares to talk to her about outside matters, or invite others to see her, he will be caught by the king. Know it, no matter what."

The maid knelt on the ground and bowed her head fearfully: "Yes."

Zhao Chengjun asked the maid to take care of Teacher Tang and walked out by himself. Outside the Yan'an courtyard, the guards had already been standing in a dense circle at this moment. Zhao Chengjun went out and said to the guard leader: "Look at the gate. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"Yes."

Zhao Chengjun left the yard. At this moment, the morning light was faint, the breeze was gusting, and the morning sun in the east was about to rise. Zhao Chengjun didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he was full of energy.

He knows that what awaits him outside is a bigger storm.

One night's time is enough to spread the news. Zhao Chengjun went to the study, spread the paper calmly, and wrote memorials to the court. The new prince was added to the fief of the feudal clan, and he was still a protagonist. He must be reported to the clan mansion and recorded in the Zhao family tree.

By the way, you can take the child's name.

In the next life, Zhao Chengjun thought it would be easy to name him, but when it was his child's turn, he realized that it was not at all. For a while, Zhao Chengjun thought that the word was too light, and then that the word was not solemn enough, and then it was too old-fashioned. He was picky for a long time, which caused the time to write memorials far beyond his expectation. When someone came to give him peace, he hadn't finished writing yet.

Zhao Zixun stood at the door and leaned over and said, "Father."

Zhao Chengjun put down his pen and ink, dried the ink on the paper, and slowly put it in the bookshelf. Zhao Chengjun's voice was calm, as cold and calm as usual: "Go in."

Zhao Zixun entered the door, and there were a few people behind him, all of whom were close ministers by Zhao Chengjun's side. They greeted Zhao Chengjun, and their chief ministers used to talk about everything, but now these people are silent after saluting.

After a while, it was Zhao Zixun who broke the silence first, and prayed together: "Congratulations father, happy son."

Zhao Chengjun just gave a faint "um". Ma Er couldn't bear it anymore, and asked gruffly, "Master, what are your plans next?"

"Step by step, garrison the border and serve the country." Zhao Chengjun replied without hurries, "Otherwise, what are your plans?"

Ma Er choked, his face flushed red: "Master, you know that this is not what you mean by the end."

Ma Er is a vulgar person, unable to get things done. The staff took the words and said, "The minister congratulates the prince and adds another son. The son is handsome, sensitive and studious. The little son is cute, lively and healthy, and practical. It is the blessing of Jingdi."

Zhao Chengjun nodded and said, "Thank you Mr. Lu for your praise. Waiting for the children's full moon banquet, I also invite Mr. to attend and pick up the words for the children."

"Lord Xie, the minister is sincere and frightened. It is a great honor." Affiliated Lu spoke to Zhao Chengjun in a friendly manner. Suddenly, his voice changed, and he mentioned another person, "It is a great thing for the prince to be pleased with Lin'er, and the young man is Jingdi's hope. I will wait. She must be stubborn and swear allegiance to the little son. However, the little son's mother, I don't know what the prince intends to do?"

Finally came. Zhao Chengjun knew that this day would come sooner or later when he knew that Master Tang was pregnant. Teacher Tang was in labor last night, and only this morning, they were blocked in Zhao Chengjun's study.

Sitting behind the bookcase, Zhao Chengjun had a faint expression and a calm tone. As usual, he gave orders, strong and confident: "She is the princess of the king, and she gave birth to a son last night. Naturally, she should be raised in the palace to honor her merits."

Ma Er was a little untenable. Affiliate Lu gave him a secret glance and motioned him not to act rashly, then turned his head, still advancing and retreating, and said to Zhao Chengjun: "It is naturally meritorious for the princess to give birth to the young son, but this woman is Sent from the court. She and the Empress Dowager Yao had a close relationship. Some time ago, the Empress Dowager Yao also sent a powerful maid by her side to award this woman. Lord, the minister knows that you love your son, but there are so many virtuous and good women in the world, and you are great. You can find a young lady to take care of the little son. While the little son is still young and don't remember, you can quickly change the little son to another woman to raise him, so that you don't have to worry about the little son being taught badly, and you don't have to worry about the disharmony of the palace and the gap between the mother and the child. "

Zhao Chengjun didn't speak, but his aides Lv bent over and deeply worshiped: "Please order from the prince to keep the son and go to the mother, and give the son's biological mother to the dead.