The Long Song of Reincarnation of the Tenth World

Huang Zigui came to ask the empress for pulse every day.

Now that he has been promoted to the chief judge of the Imperial Hospital, he is calmer and more experienced in medical skills.

He frowned and carefully helped the queen to diagnose the pulse, and said: "Your Highness's fetal breath is stable, and it is well taken care of. The prescription for anti-pregnancy does not need to be changed, and His Highness can just take it on time every day. But..."

"But what?" Xiao Canghai raised his eyebrows.

His own medical skills are very good.However, it is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and he is not specialized in obstetrics, so he has always relied heavily on Huang Zigui.This time, he always felt that his pulse was a little strange, but he couldn't tell it. He was worried that he was getting old and the child was not good?

Huang Zigui thought for a while, and said: "If the minister has not made a mistake in the diagnosis, it seems that there are two fetal breaths in the abdomen of Your Highness the Empress."

"Two ways?" Xiao Canghai was stunned, he naturally understood what this meant.

Huang Zigui said: "Your Highness may be pregnant with twins this time. But after all, it's only been more than five months, and the fetal breath is still relatively vague. It will be better to judge in one or two months. I will say it first, after looking at the Queen's Highness. Be more careful in your actions, twins are not easy to maintain."

Xiao Canghai was surprised and delighted, thought for a moment, and said: "Don't tell the emperor about this in advance, wait until the fetal breath is clear in a few months."

"Yes. I understand."

In fact, Huang Zigui was not too optimistic.The queen is old and has a male body. The risk of having twins at this age is very high.A few days ago he just heard that a male concubine of Duke Zhen's son managed to conceive after taking the secret medicine, but died of dystocia, only in his early twenties.

After the surprise, Xiao Canghai also understood the risks involved, and will take care of it more carefully in the future.

Because the empress is getting heavier, the prince is busy with government affairs, the concubine is diligent in palace affairs, and Princess Changping is also very sensible. She learns palace affairs from her sister-in-law every day. For a while, the children dare not disturb the queen mother easily.

Yang Jian has not entered the palace for a long time.

It was the first rain since spring.Yang Jian rode his horse back to the city in the rain, and as soon as he entered the mansion, he saw a familiar figure in the center of the lobby standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

"Father!" Yang Jian was taken aback.

Yang Jing turned around and looked at him with a smile.

Yang Jian hurried up: "Father, why are you here so late? Does the Queen know?"

"I missed you, so I came to see you." Yang Jing frowned and said, "Why did you come back in the rain? Go back to the house and take a shower, change your clothes, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Yang Jian shook his sleeves and said, "This light rain is nothing."

"The hot water is ready for you. You kid, you don't take care of yourself. Go!" Yang Jing pushed his son and sent him back to the house.

After a while, Yang Jian finished his bath in a hurry, changed into dry clothes, and ran out to see his father drinking tea on the long couch in the flower hall.

Yang Jing waved at him, stuffed a bowl of hot ginger soup, and said, "Drink it soon."

Yang Jian raised his neck and gulped it down.

Yang Jing took the bowl and put it on the low table in the center of the couch, pulled Yang Jian to sit down on the couch beside his legs, and said, "I don't even dry my hair anymore."

Just as he was talking, Qu Ming came in with a cotton towel.

Yang Jing took the cloth towel, waved to Qu Ming, and told all the attendants to step back, and carefully wiped his son's hair.

Yang Jian was a little embarrassed, and said, "Father, I will do it myself."

Yang Jing sighed slightly: "When you were young, I also wiped you off like this. Now you will grow up in the blink of an eye, living alone in a separate mansion, not living in the palace, and it is difficult to see even people."

Yang Jian blushed, and said in a low voice: "The boy has been busy in the Ministry of Criminal Justice these days, and he didn't go to the palace to pay his respects. It's really unfilial to let the emperor think about it."

Yang Jing said: "When you grow up, you should have your own life. Recently, my father always thinks of you and the prince when they were young. At that time, you were in love with each other. I am happy to see you every day. Before you know it, you have grown up. I am old too."

Hearing this, Yang Jian felt uncomfortable. He put his head on Yang Jing's knee, and said in a hoarse voice: "Father is not old at all. In my child's heart, Father is always so young and so brave. Father, it is my fault. My child I shouldn't have been in the palace to visit you and the queen mother for such a long time, and I won't do it again in the future."

Yang Jing patted his head, and said softly: "Your mother misses you very much too. Go and see him when you have time."

Yang Jian responded in a low voice.After a while, he suddenly said softly: "Father, I still remember that when I was ten years old, I accidentally fell off my horse and broke my leg. At that time, you were going to court, and when you heard about it, you stopped court and rushed over. Carried me all the way from the racecourse back to Fengyi Palace."

Yang Jing said: "Yes. At that time, Jianer was really brave. He kept saying, 'Father, I don't hurt. I'm not afraid'. He was really a little man. You don't know, at that time, I felt sorry for you and proud of you."

Yang Jian's eyes lit up, he smiled foolishly, and recalled: "At that time, my father came to see me every day, and he was more careful than my mother. Even the prince and brother were jealous of me."

Yang Jing laughed.

Yang Jian hugged Yang Jing's legs, buried his face between his knees, and said in a muffled voice, "Father, you are so kind to me."

"Silly boy."

The father and son sat quietly for a moment.Yang Jing didn't ask Yang Jian what he was doing out of town so late, and Yang Jian didn't say either.

After a while, Yang Jing said: "Okay, it's time for me to go back. The palace gate will be locked later."

Yang Jian said with concern: "Father, don't go out of the palace in low clothes in the future, I will go back to see you often. Even if you go out of the palace, you should bring more guards."

Yang Jing smiled and said: "Understood, I have people with me."

Yang Jian sent Yang Jing all the way to the gate.

At this time the rain had stopped, Yang Jing got on the horse, walked with the guards for a while, turned around and saw Yang Jian was still standing at the door, staring at him blankly.

Yang Jing stopped his horse and waved at him.

Yang Jian ran over quickly and said, "Father, have you forgotten anything?"

Yang Jing took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms, handed it to Yang Jian, and smiled slightly: "I almost forgot. This is specially reserved for you."

Yang Jian opened the handkerchief, and saw a few pieces of soft, glutinous, crispy and sweet steamed stuffed double lotus cake inside, he couldn't help being stunned.

It is the beginning of spring now, and the ingredients are not in season. The palace seldom makes this double lotus cake, and only a small plate can be made each time.

Yang Jian has loved this snack since he was a child. It is not a big deal in summer and autumn, but it is hard to eat in winter and spring.

He was holding the snack in a daze, and suddenly felt sore and sore in his heart, and his eyes were red.

He lowered his head, Yang Jing was riding on the horse, so he couldn't see his expression, so he bent down and patted his head, saying: "It's getting late, go back quickly. Go back and drink a bowl of ginger soup, be careful not to catch a cold. "

Yang Jian responded in a low voice, and Yang Jing led the people away.

Some liquid dripped onto the pastry in his hand, Yang Jian wiped his face, and watched his father disappear into the corner of the street.

He carefully put away the pastry with a handkerchief, carefully put it back in his arms, and stood there for a while, until night fell, and then slowly turned and returned to his mansion.