Li Huang

The turmoil caused by the death of Shuren Meng and the favor of Concubine Yi Fei in the harem subsided a bit, and disturbing news came from the battlefield ahead.

Originally, Xihe's good news came from time to time that was reassuring, but the grain and grass arranged by the third brother arrived ahead of schedule, which solved the urgent need of the 300,000 army. Afterwards, my conversation with Shen Xiyao about the fetus in the womb was introduced into the army somehow, and the soldiers in front sighed with emotion. In August, they attacked the capital of Uighur and captured Uighur King Di Cang.

Shen Xiyao wanted the Uighurs to be incorporated into the Daxi territory, and the Di family was appointed as a prince. For generations, the eldest son was sent to Beijing as a proton, and the Uighurs were governed by officials sent by the court. Seeing that there was no way to reverse it, Di Cang had to hand in the royal seal of the Uighur King.

I didn't want Di Cang to signal his second son Di Xiuguo to murder Xi He at the banquet. Fortunately, Xi He knew that he was so cunning and would not easily surrender to his court, so he was prepared and killed Di Cang to serve You. I don't want Di Xiuguo to take advantage of the chaos and bring hundreds of confidants to flee into the vast desert.

It was a rainy day in early September when I received the 800-mile express. The continuous drizzle has been raining for nearly half a month. Although the summer heat has been swept away, the gloomy sky makes people feel depressed.

Sitting in the Tianxiang Pavilion in the Imperial Garden with Shen Xiyao, we played chess while looking at the chrysanthemums swaying in the wind and rain. Because I was greedy for the raindrops, I was lost from time to time, and my subordinates took the wrong steps in succession. When they recovered, they were already powerless.

Lazily pushed the chess face: "It won't go down, this rain is really annoying." I put my hand on the bulging abdomen and looked at Shen Xiyao displeasedly.

Shen Xiyao smiled: "Heaven is here."

My boy turned my head away with anger, and Zhang Dehai hurried over with a big tarpaulin umbrella in the mist and rain. The hem of his clothes was all wet without noticing it. I saw his face gloomy, and my heart sank, it must be something else in front of me.

"The slave greets the emperor and the empress." Zhang Dehai called a thousand.

Shen Xiyao didn't raise his eyes, and said casually: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Dehai wiped the water droplets on the surface, took out a memorial from the sleeve of the crimson red hidden silver blessing robe, respectfully said: "The emperor, this is an urgent eight hundred miles ahead."

Shen Xiyao took it, took it apart, and only read a few lines before frowning.

"Who is sending the letter?" he asked.

Zhang Dehai replied: "It is Song Mingcheng Song General, the slave has brought him."

I looked at the Weeping Flower Gate not far away, and a figure stood upright in the patter of rain, and the rain hit his silver armor, stirring up a thin layer of mist.

I blessed Shen Xiyao and said, "The emperor, the concubines will retire first." After saying that, I helped Xinlan's hand to leave.

Shen Xiyao stood up, personally tied the apricot ribbon of the autumn fragrant chrysanthemum pattern cloak for me, and said softly: "You go back to rest first, I will see you at night."

I shook my head: "The emperor has been in Kunning Palace these few days, and his concubine is about to give birth. You should accompany her."

Shen Xiyao thought for a while, nodded and said: "Weir is really knowledgeable, I am very pleased."

I took Xinlan's hand and slowly left, and looked for the nearest pavilion to go in and rest.

Xinlan was afraid that I would catch a cold, and said worriedly: "Won't the empress go back to the palace?"

I looked at the broken flowers and leaves on the ground that were blown by the wind and rain, and I only felt that the beautiful and beautiful imperial garden in the sun was a little lonely and desolate in the tranquility.

I sat there for a while before saying, "Hui Ju went out of the palace today, but when will I be back?"

Xinlan replied: "In response to Niang Niang, Hui Ju only said to come back before dark." She paused and explained: "Hui Ju's house is in the west of the city. It takes two hours to go to and from her. This morning she It’s almost time to leave, and now it’s only time to apply. I didn’t get back until only half a moment before."

I "hmm" said: "Go back, it's really cold."

After returning to Kunning Palace, I told Huiju to come back and ask her to come to see me immediately, and then go for a nap, and didn't get up until the evening.

When Huiju came back, I leaned on the bed and sew a baby's clothes. The blue water-blue circle of Fushou Ruyi silk brocade was smooth and soft, but it was slightly cold in my hand.

Hui Ju knocked on the door to come in, closed the door and whispered to me: "Niang Niang."

I put down the needle and thread in my hand, and saw her always calm face, worry like the dark sky, my heart sank.

"But..." My voice trembled: "But what happened?"

Huiju didn't answer immediately, but closed the half-open Xuan window tightly, and said: "It's autumn, and the empress opened the window carefully to catch the cold." Then he walked to my side and whispered: "The Uighur King was beheaded. But the second son Di Xiuguo fled, I'm afraid he will have to stay on guard."

I sighed softly: "It's really hard for him. But the Uighur has already recovered, and the son is also escorted back to Beijing. I don't think that the escape of the son will become a climate."

Huiju said "um", but did not say any more.

I embroidered a few stitches on the cloth, and felt the atmosphere was weird. In the past, Huiju would chat with me about the palace, but today it is very silent.

"What's the matter." I smiled: "Even though Di Xiuguo has escaped, there is no power to rely on in the desert. It is difficult to make waves anymore." I thought about it and said to her: "Go and talk to her Di Cang is cunning, and his son is not much better if he wants to come. Let the prince be careful about his military work and his own safety."

Huiju nodded: "The slave and maid must have delivered it."

Thinking of something, I asked again: "The letter I want you to send to the eldest brother today, too."

Hui Ju said, "Don't worry, it's delivered."

I looked at the faintly dark sky and said, "You have been tired from running around for a day, so go and rest."

Huiju showed hesitation on her face and hesitated. Seeing her so abnormal, I couldn't help but feel suspicious: "But what else is there?"

Huiju seemed to have made up his mind and whispered: "Actually, the slave and maid did not run around. The slave and maid met the servant at the eldest son's house. This time, the servant is the third son."

I was startled, "Brother Three?" Then frowned: "How could it be Brother Three? What happened to the prince?" Reminiscing about Shen Xiyao's dark complexion before, I fixed my eyes on Huiju.

Huiju plopped and knelt on the ground: "Maid slave, please don't worry about me."

"What the **** happened?" I snapped.

"The third son said that although the prince was not serious, he suffered from the wind and cold. He led the soldiers to make plans during the night. Before the third son came, he had a fever and persisted in handling military affairs. The third son was afraid of him. If this continues, it will..." Huiju's voice was like a mosquito, and she trembled slightly.

A tingling pain came from the hand, it turned out to be a needle piercing the finger. The blood gradually oozes out, condensing into a bright red and shiny ball. I sucked it, my mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

Yes, how could Xi He's body be as good as before? When he was in the imperial mausoleum, he had a severe wind chill. Then he was ordered to put on the battlefield when he was in danger. How could his body survive the battle for days?

"What else did the third brother say?" I closed my eyes and forcibly suppressed the grief in my heart. The third brother is not a talkative person. He knew that I couldn't worry when I was a month old, but he still told Huiju that there must be his reason.

"San Gongzi hopes that the empress can persuade the emperor to let the prince return to Beijing first." Hui Ju said.

I shook my head: "The emperor will let Xi He catch Di Xiuguo, so that he will come back without worrying about the future." I smiled bitterly: "Perhaps in his heart, I hope Xi He will never come back in his life."

Huiju lost his voice: "Niang Niang!"

I looked at her, and my voice was as cold as cold rain outside: "Isn't my palace right?"

Huiju sighed lightly, and persuaded for a long time: "The servant girl should die, you shouldn't say that these make the empress love. The third son also said, the emperor may not agree to it. Now the most important thing is that the empress gives birth safely. Bring a famous doctor and good medicine back, and it will definitely cure the prince.

I nodded: "The third brother has always made a promise. The palace is now ready to give birth. When the prince is born, the prince will have a reason to come back."

Huiju smiled and said, "It's time for dinner, does the empress use it here or go to the Nuan Pavilion?"

I thought for a while and said: "Use it in the sleeping hall, you go see what the small kitchen has done, send a copy to the Imperial Study Room, and inquire about the news by the way."

Hui Ju went down according to the words.

At the end of the dinner, Huiju also brought back news. As expected, even though Song Mingcheng brought news of Xi He's serious illness, Shen Xiyao still wanted him to station in Cangzhou to capture Di Xiuguo with all his strength, and wait for the officials sent by the court to settle down and return to the court.

In this way, I can only wait.

Three days later, the weather was fine, and Shen Xiyao went to Kunning Palace to accompany me early. I sat under the window while admiring chrysanthemums while embroidering. He smiled and said, "Such delicate things are too exhausting. Be careful not to get tired of my prince." He put his hand on my belly and gently stroked: "I am really Can't wait for him to come out sooner."

I smiled softly and said to my stomach: "Little guy, your father wants you to come out early, did you hear that?"

Shen Xiyao looked at me with very gentle eyes: "You are talking to him."

I nodded: "Doctor Wan Yu said that he can already hear our voices at this time, and ask the concubine to talk to him from time to time, so he will remember."

"Really?" Shen Xiyao eagerly tried: "Then I will talk to him too." He said and gently stroked my belly, his voice soft: "Little guy, I am your father, did you hear that?"

As soon as his voice fell, the little guy in his stomach moved. His hand was still on my stomach, and he happened to feel this incredible fetal movement. He looked at me excitedly: "Vil, he moved, He understands me!"

I said, "Yes, he understands."

Shen Xiyao's smile was deeper and his eyes softened. He gently pressed his ear to my stomach, and then sat upright and said seriously: "He told me that he also wants to come out soon."

I "pushed" a laugh, and the maids standing by each side also held back their smiles.

Shen Xiyao deliberately looked at them with a grimace: "What? Do I still deceive others?"

I took his hand and said gently: "The emperor will naturally not lie." I snuggled into his arms as he said, "The concubine also wants him to come out earlier."

Shen Xiyao hugged me: "Wait another two months, another two months will be fine."

His arms are warm, and the faint smell of ambergris is intoxicating. I closed my eyes, but Xihe's appearance flashed through my mind.

The room temperature was interrupted by Zhang Dehai's hasty steps. He didn't have time to let people tell him and he came in. Although his face was anxious, he was full of joy: "Go to the emperor, tell the story from Paixuegong, and talk to the concubine after lunch that his stomach hurts, I'm afraid I will give birth!"

Shen Xiyao was startled, and couldn't help showing joy, but I worried: "Since ancient times, women have always walked through the gates of ghosts in childbirth. The emperor should go and take a look."

Actually, I don't need to say, Shen Xiyao has already stood up: "I will go and take a look."

I also got up with difficulty: "I gave birth to a concubine, and the concubine is a queen, according to the ancestral system is to sit in Paixue Palace."

Shen Xiyao distressedly pressed me and said softly: "Now you are pregnant too, the blood room is unknown and dangerous, don't affect you. You just wait here."

I hesitated: "But the ancestral system??"

Shen Xiyao was annoyed: "When are you still in charge of the ancestral system, you stay here well."