Tell me, who is the child?

Xia Zhao rushed into the pharmacy with Han Mengliu in his arms. He never took any money with him, so he took off a big pearl from his leather belt and threw it on the counter together with the ring on his waist.The people in the pharmacy came back to their senses, and quickly put Han Mengliu on a simple cot in the inner room, and sent another person to the medical center to ask for a doctor.

Han Mengliu used a quilt to raise her waist, and prescribed a prescription to ask someone to decoct the medicine, and then please send ginseng slices and golden needles—with Xia Zhao's pearl and pendant, these things were quickly prepared with the latest and best.

Han Mengliu turned his head, pointed his chin at Xia Zhao, and signaled him to go out.Xia Zhao understood, but stood still.Han Mengliu stopped his hand that was about to undress, supported his stomach, frowned and resisted the pain silently.

Soon after Xia Zhao was defeated, he flung his sleeves and went out angrily: If it wasn't for this extraordinary moment, he would never have allowed him to make such decisions.However, Han Mengliu breathed a sigh of relief: just now in the carriage he endured all kinds of burdens, but in the end he showed weakness and gaffe, and now more fragility and gaffes are coming, so no matter what, he can't ask the little prince to see him again.What's more, the little prince was obviously frightened this time, his airs dropped all over the place, he looked like a teenager in a flash, so let's take this opportunity to calm him down.

Han Mengliu took off his blood-stained pants and gave himself the needle.Different from the treatment of juniper wind last time, now he is in acute labor, the needles need to be injected very hard, and the medicine on the stove to stop the bleeding and strengthen the fetus is also a large dose.

With the medical skills he has learned, that's all he can do, and the rest is left to fate.

Xia Zhao paced outside, as if he had returned to the night when he washed off Han Mengliu's tattoo and raped him again, feeling powerless and confused.He couldn't do anything or say anything in the carriage just now, and now he can only stand in the distance and wait for the unpredictable result.

Amidst the noise, he recalled the scene when Han Mengliu insisted on asking him if he wanted to have a child. What did that mean?

He nodded at that time, although now he is not sure whether that nod was driven by his heart or a panicked response, but in the end, he nodded.

There was no noise or screams, only faint busyness and tension.Seeing that dusk was approaching, and the invited doctors came and went, Xia Zhao finally confirmed that Han Mengliu and the baby in his stomach were all fine.

The man had fallen asleep quietly, Xia Zhao sat aside and watched quietly.

He is a prince, and he has seen countless beautiful people, such as the elegant and handsome queen, the gorgeous and luxurious concubine Li, and the gentle and gentle concubine Shu——his father and queen palace each have their own demeanor; looking outside, The Taifu looks like a god, and it is even rumored that the monarch of Fanbang has a deep affection for the Taifu; there is a relative in the Taifu's mansion, with perfect facial features and figure, and it is said that he was once the signature son of Ruxiang Pavilion in the capital; His son, his companion and good friend Cheng Xi, is also full of style, as graceful as jade.

But these people paled in comparison to the sick person on the bed.

He didn't know how to describe Han Mengliu's beauty, those eyes with a charming smile were like a pair of whirlpools, which made you sink into them immediately after seeing it.He looks at you again, smiles at you again, especially when he is close to you and hugs you, you are like rolling into hot soup in cold winter, jumping into clear spring in hot summer, spring breeze blowing flowers and plants by your side, pushing the window to drink tea, autumn drizzle Falling between the eaves.

Even his sarcasm and sarcasm, although not unpleasant, sometimes warms his heart like eating honey.

Just now in the palace, the queen specifically asked him if he really liked Han Mengliu, and he was stunned.Ever since he was a child, his father, father, and Taifu have all taught him to read, govern the country and understand people, and taught him to always remember his status as a prince, but no one has ever taught him what it means to really like him.So how does he know how he feels about Han Mengliu.

Carefully carried the man into the carriage and asked the coachman to be cautious all the way. After half a day of tossing around for no reason, the two finally returned home.

Han Mengliu woke up when the lanterns first came on, looked at the noble figure holding a book at the table and smiled weakly, "Yo, Xiao Zhaoer is doing her homework again."

Xia Zhao put down the scroll and came to the bed, "You will wake up, it's time for dinner."

"Just woke up from hunger." Han Mengliu sat up, with the thin quilt on her swollen stomach.

"Does it still hurt?" Xia Zhao wanted to touch his stomach, but gave up.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that the stomach is heavy and tight."

Xia Zhao sighed, and said with rare concern: "Why is it so sudden?"

Han Mengliu smiled, "Before I was too lazy, this time I'm afraid it's because my grandfather was tired and startled after seeing it." With one hand, he circled slowly on the top of his abdomen, "I heard that I will see it in the future Grandpa Huang, I was too excited at the moment."

Xia Zhao's expression darkened slightly, "If you are not feeling well, then you won't go to the banquet."

"Really?" Han Mengliu looked at Xia Zhao, and seeing hesitation in those bright and clear eyes, he turned his face away and sighed, "It's okay, I have promised Xiao Zhaoer, I will not break my promise."

Xia Zhao was still in a daze, Han Mengliu looked amused, casually picked up a strand of his hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, then pulled down and pinched his chin, raised his head and kissed those dull lips.

After a few moments, Xia Zhao became emotional again, sat down and hugged Han Mengliu and kissed him proactively.Han Mengliu's belly was pressed against him, and he finally found a suitable time to hold the bulge.The whole body and mouth linger with a faint medicinal fragrance, which is intoxicating.

Han Mengliu backed away a little, put his arms around Xia Zhao's neck and said helplessly, "I just want to kiss you twice, how can you make an inch of it?"

Xia Zhao blushed blankly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"I'm really tired." Han Mengliu pushed him away a little more, and nodded his stomach with his fingertips, "I can't accompany you today."

"I know, I didn't think much about it." Xia Zhao reluctantly looked at Han Mengliu for a moment, then turned and left.

Han Mengliu lay down on her side, the gorgeous and heavy bed curtain made people feel depressed.The fetus in the womb started kicking again, he rubbed his belly while counting, August [-]th was almost here.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xia Zhao went to the palace early in the morning to accompany the emperor and the queen, while Han Mengliu stayed in the prince's mansion. Although there were delicious food and beautiful scenery, he was always depressed.In the evening, the attendants asked him to change his clothes. He looked at his enlarged belly and the grand and complicated dress, and silently changed into it with difficulty.

When entering the palace, the night falls, the palace lanterns are circulating, and there are pavilions and pavilions in the imperial garden, with flowing water running through them, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, swaying gracefully and luxuriously.

Han Mengliu tied up her black hair with a hosta, and the blue cloak over the dress not only covered her figure, but also added a little aura.Seeing his attire, Xia Zhao was very satisfied and arranged for him to sit on the small desk not far behind her.

Han Mengliu looked around quietly.

The first seats are naturally the Son of Heaven and the Empress. On the banks of the winding Yushui River, the rest of the people sit in two rows - the harem Junxiu is lined up according to the position, and the prince and princess follow their respective fathers, mothers and concubines. If so, a seat will be opened by itself.

The prince Xia Zhao, the eldest princess, the third prince, and the third princess are all descendants of the empress.The eldest princess was married and was sitting on the other side, so Xia Zhao's side was the first seat on the right, surrounded by the third prince and the third princess, happily.Under the palace lantern at night, where Han Mengliu was sitting, he could barely see Xia Zhao's back.

In other places, there were also people who sat a little further away from Han Mengliu, like relatives and diners, Han Mengliu thought that he was probably able to attend with such an identity.

The chief eunuch sang "Welcome to the emperor and queen", and everyone stood up and knelt down.

The precious cloth above rustled, and a calm and powerful voice made everyone sit down, and said some words to celebrate the festival, there is no need to be formal.Han Mengliu took the opportunity to look up, and the bright and mighty figure was the founding emperor of the Great Qi Kingdom, who unified the land of the Central Plains 25 years ago and recaptured the border lands that had been robbed by Fanbang for nearly a hundred years. , Xia Zhao's father, Emperor Jianping Xia Qi.

After that glance, Han Mengliu kept his head down, he didn't care what was said or done around him, until a sharp voice broke the harmony——

"Father, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sons and ministers didn't want to disturb the joy of the father, but the prince and the prince colluded with the queen and brought the thief into the palace to cause trouble! The thief is now pregnant with the prince's flesh and blood. Such a plot is frightening, father." Emperor!"

Everyone looked at the second prince Xia Ji who was speaking impassionedly under the throne in shock.

Han Mengliu put down the teacup slowly, looking forward with deep eyes: Xiao Zhao'er straightened her back and worked hard, she seemed quite angry.

"Ji'er, who are you talking about?" Emperor Jianping asked calmly.

Xia Ji looked at Xia Zhao, but before he could speak, Han Mengliu got up suddenly, "Your Majesty, the person the second prince is talking about is a grassroots."

The night is dark, and the palace lights are flickering.

As far as everyone could see, Han Mengliu stood alone, with no waves on her delicate face.

"Oh?" When Emperor Jianping saw Han Mengliu, he probably felt that he did not match the "thief" he had imagined, and couldn't help being a little surprised, "The second prince said that you are a thief, and that you conspired with the queen and the prince to make trouble. Do you have an excuse?"

Seeing that Emperor Jianping was so kind, the second prince became anxious, "Father, this person's name is Han Mengliu, and his father was Han Ping back then!"

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

In the summer of that year, when he ruled the world, his biggest opponent was Han Ping, the prince who controlled Jingzhou, Jiangzhou and other places.If Xia Qi hadn't invited experts to come out to help, the final outcome is still unknown. 24 years ago, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th. Xia Qi won and Han Ping lost.

Han Ping committed suicide, and his wife and children were missing.

Emperor Jianping finally frowned at Han Mengliu, "Are you really the son of Han Ping?"

Han Mengliu looked at Xia Zhao's back and smiled lightly, "Exactly."

Emperor Jianping paused for a moment, then looked away, "Ji'er, how did you know that he is the son of Han Ping?"

This question was very coincidental, the second prince seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and he said calmly: "I heard that the queen has a distant cousin visiting the palace recently, and he is staying in the prince's brother's house. My minister thinks that since the queen's cousin is the prince Cousin, I should pay a visit to you. Unexpectedly, the prince and the emperor refused in every possible way, and I found it strange, so I checked."

"Oh." Emperor Jianping responded lightly, "It's not easy to check such old things."

The second prince was taken aback, not understanding why Emperor Jianping kept talking about it, never getting angry, and never holding the prince and others.

Emperor Jianping looked at Han Mengliu again, "The second prince said that you are plotting something wrong, is there such a thing?"

Han Mengliu still fixed his eyes on the dumb Xia Zhao, "It's nothing."

There is no more explanation.

Emperor Jianping turned his head, "Your Majesty, is what Jier said just now true or false?"

The queen bowed her head, "Back to the emperor, I have absolutely no intention of misbehavior. This remark is framed by the second prince."

The second prince was eager to speak, but Emperor Jianping waved his hand to stop him, and looked down, "Zhaoer, what do you say?"

Xia Zhao stood up and said bluntly: "Father, my son and minister have never done it. It was framed by the second brother."

"Then did you know the identity of this person before?"

Xia Zhao bowed his head slightly, "I don't know."

No more words.

"Father, this matter is absolutely true, and my ministers will never dare to frame the queen and the emperor's brother. Father, don't listen to me lightly!" The second prince said loudly.

"This is a big matter." Emperor Jianping pondered for a moment, "Put this person in the dungeon first, and after the banquet, the queen and the crown prince will be confined in the palace."

Han Mengliu didn't resist, and walked calmly with the guards, and passed Xia Zhao's side calmly.The cyan cloak gently brushed Xia Zhao's arm, and when the wind blew, his swollen belly slightly protruded.The faint fragrance drifted farther and farther away, and Xia Zhao's heart suddenly felt stuffy.

The bright moon in the sky was reflected in the wine cup in his hand, and it shattered with a slight shake.

Just like when he saw Han Mengliu for the first time, on the Lantern Festival, the moon was full, and beside the clear water in the Spring Breeze Building, Han Mengliu's figure and the moonlight threw into the water waves in front of him, dazzling people's eyes and shaking people's hearts.