Spring Banquet Chapter 97: Production

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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 speaking, he bowed to him, and then followed the palace maiden 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 looking at her not sad, he felt sullenly, no Necessary, she is certainly not sad.

Retracting 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.

"Who is the lady in the palace who will come to make the soup in person?" The cook outside whispered.

The chef next to me said: "I heard that it was your Majesty’s decree that the imperial concubine must boil the soup before returning to the Hexi Palace."

"Isn't this changing the law and ruining people..."

It's really bad, she couldn't help but withdrew her favor, and she couldn't help but let her enter the cold palace. Ning Wanwei still doesn't know what she has done wrong. After thinking about it, she can only feel that her majesty lost her temper. , Angered her. After all, the eldest princess party has formally confronted the court recently. She used to be favored by the eldest princess, but now she should be implicated because of her.

Your 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 and maid, your hand..."

Concubine Ning smiled gently, shook her head, picked up the soup and followed the palace people to Hexi Palace.

Hexi Palace is a bit far away from the imperial dining room. A hot pot of soup was covered with snow when it was brought over, and it was already half warm. She entered the hall, bowed first, then put the soup out for a try, frowning slightly.

Li Huailin leaned on the soft couch and looked at her, feeling very secure in his heart, and his complexion eased a lot.

"Why? It doesn't taste good?" he asked.

She shook her head: "It's a bit cold."

The emperor stood up, took a sip from the spoon in her hand, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at her hand inadvertently.

A flushed blister was burned on the delicate finger, and yellow water had accumulated in it.

As soon as the action 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 to cover her hands, and explained in a low voice: "It's a bit cold, and her hands are not very dexterous. It didn't work like this before."

Li Huailin is speechless.

He loves her heartily, and when she listens to her, how come he dislikes her?

Slanting his head and instructing the maid to take the medicine for scalding, Li Huailin held the half-warm soup and drank slowly, and whispered: "Apply the medicine yourself."

"Thank you Lord Longen!" Concubine Ning bowed, avoiding his sight and wiping with her head down.

It’s still the same as Xi Gong, but she’s here, which is completely different from Concubine Shu’s here. Li Huailin doesn’t know the difference, but looking at her figure, her body becomes loose after a day’s tightening. Down.

With a slight movement in his heart, Li Huailin put the bowl and reached out to pull the man over.

Ning Wanwei was still applying the medicine, one 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 panicked, "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 must take a bath in bed."

"In this palace, I am the rule."

The body trembled slightly, Ning Wanwei let him fall on the soft couch, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and followed his back to soothe her.

Aware of her movements, Li Huailin was not calm, but instead moved more violently, like a sudden 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 I was in the cold palace, the next moment he would be favored. Did he miss her for a few days?

In a daze, she was drawn into the quilt. Ning Wanwei had been thinking about this problem all the time. She was a little hopeful and a little nervous.

The next day, the emperor went to court, Concubine Ning turned over the emperor's calendar, her eyes fell on yesterday's days, and she thought for a while, suddenly.

Twenty nineteenth, the birthday of Princess Danyang.

Not because I missed her, but because I missed the princess.

Ning Wanwei stood there in silence for a long time, then smiled again.

Very good, at least when he thinks about his emperor sister, she can still help comfort one or two.

During the early days, 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 took down the seven cities of Pingling." Situ Jing reported below, "Clashes broke out in various parts of Ziyang Danyang, and turmoil broke out in the main city of Ziyang three days ago. Although he was quickly suppressed, It is enough to show that the people are also dissatisfied with Ziyang Jun."

"Very good." Li Huailin smiled.

Liu Yunlie listened to Situ's invitation to the side, surprisingly he didn't say a word.

The Ziyang riots are their actions, not public opinion, and there is nothing to be happy about at all. At the moment in the battle of Pingling, the leader of the prince was a pustule, so he has always had the upper hand. Once Jiang Xuanjin is in charge, the situation will be difficult to say.

It's 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 actually asked for credit first.

Secretly shook his head, Liu Yunlie sighed, he did not speak to remind the emperor in the seat, 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 is blowing. Qi Jin said that it will be just a few days since my wife is giving birth.

Jiang Xuanjin stared at Li Huaiyu's belly motionlessly. She had been staring at Li Huaiyu's stomach for half an hour. The Chengxu beside her couldn't stand it, and she 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 lifted her chin indifferently.

Li Huaiyu made a sound, finger hooked his wet palm, and his eyes were bright and authentic: "Yes, we have thousands of troops in front of us without making any changes. Where can we be nervous about this little thing?"

Speaking, opened his palm like a molesting, took the kerchief and gently wiped him.

Jiang Xuanjin is 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?"

He felt like being held by a rope in her throat, Jiang Xuanjin shook her head: "I'm not hungry."

Huaiyu couldn't laugh or cry: "If I don't give birth, you won't eat anymore?"

"No." He frowned.

The palms that have just been wiped have some sweat again, 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. How about a while?"

She hasn't been able to sleep lately, and the cyan now becomes more and more obvious. Jiang Xuanjin has thought about any method, and she can't change her sleep for more than an hour.

Now that she said so, he nodded even if he had no appetite anymore.

Murong Zi took a sneak peek in the outer room, and couldn't help but tweeted: "No wonder."

No wonder Ziyang Jun would marry Li Huaiyu back. Although this princess Danyang is rude to others, she is really gentle with Ziyang Jun. She is uncomfortable and even coaxes him.

However, Pingling has been playing so fiercely, and Jiang Xuanjin's wife who is still sitting here to accompany her is really calm.

"Hey, why don't you eat celery?" Huaiyu held it to his lips, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Jun Ziyang is still picky eating?"

Jiang Xuanjin looked at the green, white, green and white section quite uncomfortably: "It's unpalatable."

"No, it's delicious, and Qi Jin said, this is good for your body."

"Don't."

Really stubborn, Huaiyu pouted, and just wanted to say something, her belly was tight.

She paused, realized something, turned her head to Qingsi and said, "Let Doctor Qi come here first."

Jiang Xuanjin nodded tightly, grabbed her and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, let her diagnose the pulse." Li Huaiyu's face was relaxed, and he smiled, "But I suddenly want to eat Cuiyu 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 the king and said: "You can buy it for me, can you?"

In normal times, Jiang Xuanjin would definitely go out, but right now, he stared at her for a while, his hands suddenly tightened, and his eyes were panicked.

"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 you are going to give birth, you don't need this expression... Hey, I am wrong, I am wrong, I don't eat any jade bean buns, you hold me, don't be afraid."

"..."

"Jiang Jie, I am giving birth to a child, not going to die, you dignified Ziyang, you can’t be scared like this!"

"..."

Murong Ziqi's mouth twitched when he heard it outside. Who is going to give birth? Those who were pregnant were not afraid of those who were not afraid, and those who were not pregnant turned pale with shock.

"Mr. Baihua, it's not convenient here, please go outside." Chengxu hurried out and said.

Murong Qi shrugged and went out and stood there for a while, only to see people in the mansion coming over one after another.

The goddess of medicine dignifiedly hugged the medicine box and entered the door. Qingsi and Xu Chuniang also took 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, watching the people waiting silently in the courtyard, and suddenly felt that Princess Danyang was actually not miserable at all. She was pointed out by thousands of people, but there are so many people around her. To her who cared about her was much better than her. The whole country praised her in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but there was no one by her side.

After giggling twice, Murong Cai looked at the man standing in the front of the courtyard.

That seems to be the best friend of the eldest princess. Every time he sees him, he wears a white brocade robe, but the embroidery is different.

Some people say that he is a merchant, but Murong Qi doesn't think he looks like it. Merchants are all fat-headed and big-eared and dressed in brocade clothes with a copper coin pattern. This man looks like a jade tree facing the wind, like a turbid son who "rides on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves on the building", without any copper smell.

Now he is standing outside the door, his face tense, listening to the movement in the room. He fell silent for a long time, suddenly put his hands together, and bowed to the sky.

The clothes are fluttering, and the grace is unique, even if he frowns, Murong Qi still thinks that he is really **** good-looking.

Subconsciously, she learned from him and bowed to the sky.

Even if Danyang is not pleasing to the eye, we have to 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 quietly soothing Jiang Xuanjin, who was anxious, but her stomach hurts so much that she turned pale and couldn't speak.

Jiang Xuanjin split her fingers, took out the Buddhist beads, and put her hands into her hands.

Huaiyu listened to Wen Po's words and saved his energy. Watching his actions, she couldn't help but said: "Did you deliberately? Knowing that I am reluctant to pinch you."

"No." With tight eyes and an aura of restlessness all over, Jiang Xuanjin forced herself to sit still and whispered, "A few days ago, you had a nightmare."

The only time she slept for more than half an hour, she leaned on the soft pillow and murmured and murmured what she had said to him in the death row interrogation room.

He feels distressed.

He doesn't want to care about what she owes him, but he wants to pay what he owes her.

His stomach shrinks more and more painful, Huaiyu gasps, breathing like Wen Po said, forcibly suppressing fear in the bottom of my 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 panics, he must be crazy. But... I think so, when the pain is severe, her pupils are a bit dilated.

"Your Majesty, will you go out first?" Wien 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?"

Wenpo choked and was so frightened by his look that she didn't dare to say anything again.

It takes a long time to produce flowers and generally has nothing to do with men. The grandparents of each family are waiting outside drinking tea, and they are a little colder, and there are some who hold their children when they go shopping and come back. Ziyang Jun is distinguished, and he has heard a lot of taboos. I thought it was 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, is a funeral day. Some people drank the poisoned wine and went to Huangquan with full of unwillingness.

But in the 9th year of Daxing, March 27th is auspicious, there are no taboos, everything is suitable.

Vaguely, Huaiyu heard these words, grinned at the corner of her mouth, showing a pale smile, and stretched out her hand to grasp the person next to her.

"I used to...have hated you so much, so when I told you I would live a hundred years, I was spiteful." She seemed to remember something, she murmured to him, "but it's different now , I don’t hate you now."

Jiang Xuanjin's pupils shrink.

The face in front of me was sweaty, haggard and almost withered, but he said to him: "Your Majesty must live a long life."