Remembrance Hibiscus GL

Early in the morning, Li Mao followed Xiao Jiezi with a medicine box on his back, looking hurried. Xiao Jiezi saw that her forehead was sweating and her face was flushed, so he said, "Princess Li, don't be in such a hurry. It's okay to walk slowly. Our master is just feeling a little uncomfortable. , nothing serious."

Li Mao gasped and said, "Young master is rich, so even if it's a minor ailment, don't be careless."

Xiao Jiezi laughed and said, "Princess Li is right."

When they arrived at Xiefang Palace, Yixue opened the curtain early and led them into the bedroom. Lianzhen was still lying on the bed, Hengbo and Baozhen stood on both sides, Li Mao hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen you, my lord."

Lian Zhen stretched out her hand from the tent, and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Doctor Li."

"My lord, you are welcome."

Li Mao half-kneeled on the ground, lowered his head to check her pulse, Hengbo and Baozhen stood beside him, staring at her without blinking, and seeing the surprised look on her face, he couldn't help asking: "What?"

Li Mao pondered for a while, took his hand away, and asked: "What's the situation of the young master recently, please let me know."

Seeing the question, Hengbo explained Lian Zhen's current situation in detail, after Li Mao listened carefully, he asked a few more questions, then turned his head and said: "My minister is bold, please allow me to take the pulse again. "

Lian really couldn't help but wonder: "What? Is there something wrong with my body?"

Li Mao didn't answer, he tilted his head and examined the other hand for half a day, with a complicated expression in his eyes: "Congratulations, my master, it's not that there's anything wrong with my body, according to Chen, it's a happy pulse." .”

As soon as these words came out, Hengbo and Baozhen couldn't believe their ears, and said in unison: "Doctor Li, what did you say?"

Li Maodao: "The young master is pregnant with a dragon fetus."

"What?!" Hengbo and Baozhen were overjoyed, glanced at each other, and both knelt down excitedly: "Congratulations, little master, congratulations, young master!" But Lian Zhen seemed dumbfounded: "Is what you said true? "

Li Maodao: "How dare I jump to conclusions on such a big matter. I asked my aunt just now, and it is estimated that the young master's monthly letter is coming. If the young master doesn't believe it, I will know in a few days. At that time, I will come to ask for rewards."

Lian Zhen felt as if the river was tossing and the sea was overwhelming, with mixed feelings, after a while, she said softly: "Don't tell others about this for now."

"Yes, the minister understands."

"Baozhen, take Imperial Physician Li out so that I can have some tea."

"Yes."

Li Mao thanked Baozhen and went out with Baozhen.Hengbo was full of joy: "A few days ago, I felt that the young master was not quite right, and it seemed to be a symptom of happiness. The doctor Li made such a diagnosis, so there must be no doubt. If the emperor knows, he must be very happy. Now it is a troubled time, and the palace should also add A little happy."

"It's too early to tell!"

Hengbo was stunned, and Lianzhen realized the impatience in her tone, and turned her head to face the inside of the bed: "I mean, my monthly letter period hasn't come yet, let's talk about it in a few days."

"Yes." Hengbo only said that she was worried when she first heard the good news, and she was afraid that there would be no time to rejoice, so he comforted him: "Emperor Li is young, but he is good at medicine..."

Before finishing speaking, Lian Zhen turned to face inside: "I'm tired."

"Yes." Hengbo was startled, then bent his knees and said, "The young master wants to rest, and the servants will leave first."

"The writing head should be straight, the hand should be steady, and the mind should be united. Use the wrist, elbow, arm and all the strength of the whole body to write the pen..." The imperial concubine stood in front of the desk, holding Zongxu's little hand , to teach him to write, Qinzhu entered the door and saw this scene, did not dare to be alarmed, walked over lightly, put the two bowls of sweet bowls from the small kitchen on the side of the table, and then quietly stood aside.

Sweet bowls are freshly harvested fruit root buds cut into thin slices, and the flesh inside the melon is used to remove the seeds and mix with the fruit root. It is eaten chilled. It is a summer snack that is very popular among concubines in the palace.Zong Xu practiced calligraphy for a long time, his arms were sore, and he was already thirsty. At this time, he smelled the familiar sweet scent of melons and fruits, and couldn't help but glance sideways. Just this distraction, that stroke would inevitably go astray. .The imperial concubine let go of his hand, straightened up, took a sip of the honeysuckle tea on the table, and said slowly: "Xu'er, the master taught you a few days ago, you can recite it to me."

Zongxu hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Yes." After thinking for a while, he recited: "Five colors make people blind; five sounds make people deaf; five flavors make people happy; galloping and hunting make people mad; hard-to-find goods make people hinder. It is because the sage is his stomach and not his eyes, so go and pick this.”

"Do you understand what it means?"

"I understand." Zong Xu didn't dare to look at her, and said softly: "The sage taught us not to covet sensual pleasures, but to make choices."

"You don't understand, otherwise you are learning to write now, why can't you even restrain your appetite for a while?"

Zong Xu lowered his head: "Mother and concubine, I know my mistake."

Qinzhu stood beside him, couldn't help laughing and pleading: "Mother, the second prince is still young."

The imperial concubine said calmly: "I treat him like this precisely because he is the prince." Qinzhu didn't dare to say any more, and the imperial concubine ordered again: "Go and get the calligraphy that the emperor gave me before."

"Yes."

Qinzhu went, and after a while came over with a handwriting, two maids, one on each side, helped unfold it, Zongxu heard that it was written by the emperor, so he stepped forward and bowed respectfully.The imperial concubine said: "The family precepts of this dynasty require all princes to be strictly supervised, and both civil and military affairs must be parallel. Your father wrote a good handwriting since he was a child, and was often praised by the late emperor for it. Do you like your father's handwriting? "

Zong Xu's face showed yearning: "I like it."

The imperial concubine nodded: "Feibai style is your father's favorite, and he is also the best at it. This calligraphy is beautiful and elegant, with an ethereal artistic conception. It is like a stroke of genius." As she spoke, she changed the subject: "Do you want to write such calligraphy? Come?"

Zong Xu immediately said: "Think."

"Then from today onwards, you have to practice your handwriting well. When you practice handwriting, remember to have no other distractions, you know?"

"My son knows."

The imperial concubine casually picked up the jade bowl, picked up a spoon and ate a piece of melon flesh, Zong Xu walked to the case, picked up the pen again, without looking at her, she smiled, and stopped talking, Sang Rong at this moment He hurried in, saluted her, then approached her, whispered a few words to her, the imperial concubine was startled, and asked: "What did she say?"

Sang Rong replied: "Master Lian specially sent Baozhen over, but she didn't say anything."

The imperial concubine pondered for a while, and said: "I see, you can go down."

In the summer night, beside the Taiye Pool, the breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the fragrance of lotus, which is refreshing. The imperial concubine walked all the way under the moonlight, and when she bypassed the path, she saw the graceful and slender figure in the gazebo. She couldn't help but slow down.

Lianzhen leaned against the railing, flinched a bit, seemed a little bit overwhelmed by the coolness of the evening wind, the person behind couldn't help but whispered: "Is there anything you have to say here at this time?" The tone was not reproachful meaning.Lian Zhen looked at the lotus pond under the moonlight, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The night here is so beautiful, I remember that I was the first to come here, and it was not long after I first entered the palace."

The imperial concubine stepped forward, stood side by side with her, and said softly: "It's always very quiet here at night."

Lian Zhen went on talking on her own: "That night, I was led here by your flute sound, your flute sound is so desolate and heartbreaking, as soon as I listened to it, I thought of my parents, my My hometown, being away from them, is the only thing that makes me feel sad." Having said this, my voice paused, and then said: "The only thing that felt sad at that time."

The imperial concubine looked forward: "Are there a lot of things that make you sad now?"

Lian Zhen blocked her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

The imperial concubine was silent, Lianzhen closed her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, she said with difficulty: "Binglun, I'm pregnant."

The imperial concubine shook her body, and turned her head slowly. It happened that Lian Zhen was also looking at her. The faint moonlight shone on her snow-white and beautiful face, and the panic-stricken expression was clearly visible. The imperial concubine felt her throat was dry. Looking at her, He couldn't even speak a word.

Lian Zhen's voice became lower and lower, like a child who has done something wrong: "A few days ago, Doctor Li diagnosed my pulse and said it was a happy pulse, but I haven't even sent a letter this month..."

"Hmm." The imperial concubine seemed to wake up from a dream, and her expression returned to indifference in an instant: "This is great news." Lian Zhen felt as if a needle had been pricked in her heart, and stared at her, as if she wanted to get out of her face. Seeing something on the screen, the imperial concubine turned her head sideways and looked into the distance: "You asked me to come here to tell me about this matter?"

"Yes." Lian Zhen said dumbly: "I want to be the first to tell you, and I want to... tell you about it myself."

The imperial concubine frowned: "You should tell the emperor and empress first, they will send someone to take care of you right away. You have not been in the palace for a day or two, don't you know the danger inside? This palace is full of eyes and ears, If this news leaks out without the emperor's knowledge, I'm afraid danger will be approaching."

"I don't want this baby."

"What?" The imperial concubine looked at her, but she saw tears in her eyes: "I remember you said that you wanted a child."

"That's because I hope that at least one of us can have a child. The palace is so dangerous, and I hope you and I can have someone to rely on in the future." Lian Zhen said: "But now you already have a second prince."

"Isn't it good to have a biological child?"

"I have someone else in my heart, so I don't want this child." Lian Zhen raised her face, her tone sad: "Binglun, I miss the days of Luqi Palace, I really hope that Yun'er didn't do me that favor. Do you treat me differently than before?"

The imperial concubine's eyes gradually softened, she suddenly reached out to hold her hand, and said in a low voice: "Give birth to this child, your child will definitely be pleasing..." She noticed that Lian Zhen's hand Trembling slightly, his voice paused, his heart was full of pity, and he said softly: "Don't worry, I will take care of you."

"I'm not worried about anything else, I'm just..." Lian Zhen stepped forward and hugged her gently, buried her head in her neck, and said in a choked voice: "All I worry about is related to you..."

"Don't worry about anything." The imperial concubine still held her hand and whispered in her ear: "I will accompany you and protect you well. This child, you give birth, I will like it."