Dote on the harem

Qingyue Palace

"how?"

The Imperial Physician Order hurriedly said: "Back to the emperor, the son has been cold for a long time, and his body is a little weak, and the child in the abdomen has not been hurt. Just take a good rest, keep warm, and drink some tonics to recuperate and recuperate. It will be fine. .”

Yuwen Junjue looked at Mu Zishu, whose complexion was gradually improving on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the three imperial physicians, and finally set his dangerous eyes on the imperial physician Ling.

The imperial doctor's order was so apprehensive by the emperor, his calf was shaking, and the cold sweat dripped down on his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

"As the Imperial Physician Order, Liang Aiqing must be able to manage the entire Imperial Hospital well."

The Imperial Physician Order didn't know the meaning of the emperor's words, so he responded repeatedly: "I will definitely live up to the emperor's expectations."

"That's good. You have to take good care of the medicinal materials in your Taiyuan Hospital. If there are curcuma, musk and other medicines in any palace..."

The three imperial physicians felt a chill on their backs, knelt down together, and hurriedly assured: "The emperor is at ease, I will do my best!"

Yuwen Junjue slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and waved for Suoxi to take the three imperial doctors down to grab the medicine.

Mu Zishu on the bed was covered with two thick quilts, and the winter stove was used in advance to keep him warm.At this time, Mu Zishu had recovered his normal body temperature. After all, it was not winter yet, so the heat was a little uncomfortable, and he subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt.

Yuwen Junjue touched his forehead with his hand, and the body temperature was normal, so he lifted a quilt for him, and ordered the heater to be moved to the outer room.

Yuwen Junjue sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the cheek of the person on the bed, thinking of Mu Zishu's murmur when he came out of the ice cellar just now, looking at the jade pendant on his waist, he fell into deep thought.

Hall of Xuanlu

"Sister is really powerful. Not only did she hurt Mu Zishu, but she also hurt the Queen's vitality."

"Elder sister has won the award. My younger sister did this to give my elder sister a chance to go to Qingyue Hall to make a move."

"You know all of this. It's a good thing that Bengong is on my sister's side."

"What did my sister say? My sister and my sister are now grasshoppers on the same rope."

"It's a pity that the emperor went too early, otherwise this plan of killing two birds with one stone could remove a lot of unsightly things."

"Sister, don't worry. This time, the queen may resent Mu Zishu even more. We have better plans, don't we?"

"Hehe... It depends on whether you are willing to part with the child in your womb, sister."

When Mu Zishu woke up, there was no one around him. He looked at the top of the bed in a daze. He didn't understand what had happened before. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he quickly put his hand toward his lower abdomen, feeling the slightly raised place, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two maids waiting outside the door hurriedly opened the door and came in when they heard the movement.

"My lord, you finally woke up, but you frightened the servants."

Seeing that the two maids were safe, Mu Zishu smiled gently and asked, "Have I slept for a long time?"

Wenmei helped Mu Zishu to sit up, and set up a pillow for him to lean on comfortably.

"It's been two days, young master, are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

Mu Zishu shook his head, probably because he slept for too long, or he was too hungry and didn't want to eat at this time.

Wen Mei disapproved and said: "My lord hasn't eaten for two days, it's better to eat something, and this servant will bring you a bowl of clear porridge."

Mu Zishu watched Wenmei go out, and thought it would be good to have something to eat, so he didn't stop her.

"The emperor came to rescue me?"

Thinking of the descriptions of other court ladies, Wen Lan immediately regained her spirits, and said proudly: "My lord, you don't know that the emperor dispatched the imperial guards to rescue you that day, and surrounded Fengyi Palace! Flies can’t even fly in! The emperor also said that he would destroy the ice cellar of Fengyi Palace, and the empress was so frightened that she sat on the ground!”

Mu Zishu shook his head and sighed as he watched Wenlan dancing and describing vividly.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Asking Lang suddenly made a big blush, but he didn't give up and said: "Many ladies present said so! That scene is spectacular!"

Mu Zishu didn't argue with her, he was silent for a while, and asked unnaturally: "Your Majesty..."

Ask Lan how can he not know what his young master is thinking, then he took his words and said: "The emperor has been with you all this time, now it's time to go to court, and now it's time to go to court."

"Zi Shu misses me so much?"

Yuwen Junjue came in with a bowl of clear porridge with a smile. He must have met Wenmei on the road and brought it himself.

Wen Lan saw that the emperor whom her son was thinking of was coming, so she hurriedly withdrew.

When Mu Zishu saw Yuwen Junjue, the corners of his mouth bent unconsciously, and he didn't care about Yuwen Junjue's teasing of him just now.

"emperor."

Yuwen Junjue put the still hot porridge bowl aside, reached out his hand to touch Mu Zishu's forehead, and teased: "You are still called the emperor? Didn't Zishu call me as a secret in a dream?"

Mu Zishu was taken aback for a moment, he was in a daze after he fell into a coma, he didn't remember what he said, and he didn't understand the meaning of Yuwen Junjue's words at this time, so he quickly apologized.

"Damn Zishu for offending the Emperor."

Yu Wenjun was noncommittal, just leaned forward and kissed Mu Zishu's lips, then hugged him into his arms, and said softly: "If Zishu wants to call me a secret, then call him a secret."

I neglected you a few days ago, maybe I should pamper you more.It's just a title, if you want to call it that way, call it that way.

Mu Zishu leaned against Yuwen Junjue's arms, unable to tell what it was like.He must be happy to be able to call Yuwen Junjue that way, but why does he always feel that something is missing?Yuwen Junjue was lukewarm to him a few days ago, why is he so nice to him all of a sudden?

Well, it would be nice to have him by my side.

As he said, if the emperor could come to Qingyue Palace to have a look at him, he would welcome him with a smile.

The person in his arms was silent for a long time, Yuwen Junjue patted him on the back, and said with a smile: "Zi Shu, call someone to listen."

Mu Zishu chuckled, remembering that Yuwen Junjue teased him in the same way outside the palace.

"Trick."

This time Mu Zishu called this word without the embarrassment and unaccustomedness he had when he was outside the palace. It must be because he called it too much in his heart.

Hearing this address, Yuwen Junjue felt very comfortable for no reason, kissed Mu Zishu's forehead lightly again, moved him out of his arms and leaned on the pillow, brought the porridge bowl that was no longer hot, and fed it himself he.

"Come on, our emperor should be hungry too."

When Mu Zishu heard Yuwen Junjue say "our emperor's son" again, his heart was extremely warm, the tip of his nose was slightly sore, and the corners of his lips curled up, without refusing, he just said: "I'm hungry too."

The two fed one to the other, looking very harmonious and warm.

Xu's stomach was really empty, this time Mu Zishu obediently finished the whole bowl of porridge.

Yuwen Junjue put the empty bowl aside, wiped the corners of Mu Zishu's lips with a silk handkerchief, then hugged him into his arms, and stroked his lower abdomen.

"Now tell me, why did you hit the queen?"

Yuwen Junjue's tone was flat, not angry.

Mu Zishu tentatively grabbed Yuwen Junjue's hand on his lower abdomen, and seeing that he didn't reject it, he put it in his hand to play with, and then said lightly, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't beat the queen?"

Yuwen Junjue was noncommittal, and held the hand that was playing with his palm with his backhand, and saw a faint strangle mark on Mu Zishu's wrist with sharp eyes.

The stretch mark was not as obvious as that day, it was so faint that it was almost invisible, but Yuwen Junjue still found it.

"So many people at the scene that day saw that it was you who did it. Since Zishu said it wasn't you, who can you tell?"

"Zi Shu doesn't know."

"I don't know?"

Mu Zishu leaned back in Yuwen Junjue's arms and couldn't see Yuwen Junjue's expression, but he didn't seem to be angry from his tone.So Mu Zishu boldly said: "Did Jue see the strangle marks on my hand? That day I turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly there seemed to be some silk thread wrapped around my wrist, and then I was pulled by a force Hit the queen."

Yuwen Junjue hooked his lips, and stroked the stretch mark on Mu Zishu's hand with his thumb.

"It seems that there were still people in the dark at that time."

Yuwen Junjue's conjecture is also Mu Zishu's conjecture.

"Although Zishu doesn't know martial arts, Zishu thinks that if he can control a person with a silk thread, that person's internal strength must not be weak, and a silk thread that can carry such a deep internal force must not be an ordinary silk thread."

Yuwen Junjue smiled, leaned his head on Mu Zishu's shoulder, kissed his side face, and said: "You are smart. As far as I know, the thousand-year-old ice silk is a weapon. It seems that your harem There are more and more tricks."

Yuwen Junjue's last sentence made Mu Zishu very uncomfortable, as if he treated the harem as a toy, and he was just one of many toys.

"Do you know who it is?"

"There are not many concubines who know martial arts in the harem, but it is not ruled out that they are palace guards. I will let Suoxi investigate this matter. You are frightened, so rest for a while."

Mu Zishu nodded, knowing that he couldn't help with this kind of investigation.

Yuwen Junjue supported Mu Zishu to lie down to rest, and covered him with a quilt.

"Rest well, I'll see you again tonight."

Mu Zishu looked at Yuwen Junjue for a while, saw that he was about to leave, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab him, and covered his lower abdomen with his hand.

"Jue, I don't want anything to happen to our emperor."

Yuwen Junjue looked at Mu Zishu's firm and pleading eyes, startled for a moment, then sighed and smiled, leaned over and pressed a kiss on Mu Zishu's forehead.

"Fool, you looked at it, but I begged you for this child, how could something happen to him?"

Mu Zishu felt relieved, and asked again: "Will you protect him?"

It was also rare for Yuwen Junjue to see Mu Zishu insist on an answer, and promised with a smile: "Yes, I will protect our emperor."

Hearing Yuwen Junjue's guarantee, Mu Zishu was relieved.In the deep palace, relying on him alone is not enough to protect the child in the womb. As a generation of emperor, Yuwen Junjue promised to protect the child, so he will not break his promise.

Mu Zishu looked at the leaving figure of Yuwen Junjue, thinking that he had been repeatedly abused in the harem, but fortunately he was protected by Yuwen Junjue, otherwise, with his own power, how could he protect the child to this day with no power or power.

It's just what kind of thoughts does he have about himself?Will she treat him as lukewarm as she did a few days ago?

Mu Zishu thought to himself, if that person has feelings for him, then he still has something to worry about staying in the palace; if he is ruthless to him, it is better to leave the palace after giving birth to the child, anyway, the person promised to protect the child.

In fact, he doesn't want much, he doesn't need three thousand weak waters to just take a scoop, as long as the person treats each other sincerely, as long as he has a little place in his heart.

What do you do after your child is born?

Perhaps, he can take a gamble.