I'm pregnant after the regent loses his memory

Here is Baofeng Temple, Niangniang Hall, dedicated to Empress Renzong Ji.

It can't be Ting Lan, a musician.

After a brief gaffe, Feng Zhao raised his sleeves and wiped his tears: "Where is the wind that dazzled the eyes... Let's burn incense, the Regent and King Yong'an still have court affairs to deal with, we can't delay you for too long."

Yan Zhi also recovered from his daze, and took the initiative to hand over the lit incense: "Uncle."

Feng Zhao went to the incense, followed by Xu Jiashi and Yan Zhi.The first two are elders or peers, only Yan Zhi, who is the son, needs to kneel down, Xu Jiashi looks at Yan Zhi's kneeling back, and seems to be trembling.

"Uncle Huang, let's go back." Yan Zhi stood up, holding Xu Jiashi's arm with a very natural expression, "Don't stay here, uncle, you can only eat vegetarian in the temple, the palace is so nice."

Feng Zhao glanced at the portrait again and shook his head: "I've lived in the palace for a long time, so Suizhou will have doubts. The past is over, and now I just want to live a safe and stable life."

Yan Zhi was helpless: "Then Uncle Huang, let's go first."

Xu Jiashi was expressionless, and rubbed Yan Zhi's head: "Don't you like to eat wild fruits in this temple? Go pick some and take them home to eat."

"But it's almost winter, so there are no fruits." Yan Zhi looked up at him.

"Then go bird hunting, do you have your slingshot?"

"Killing is not allowed in temples."

Xu Jiashi lowered his eyes: "Copy the scriptures, and when the statue is completed at the end of the year, it is your son's wish to burn it by yourself."

"It's still early at the end of the year—" Yan Zhi and Xu Jiashi looked at each other, and reluctantly said, "Okay, then I'll copy it here."

Yan Zhi pulled the futon and began to lie on it to copy the scriptures.

"I'll wait for you at the gate of the temple." Xu Jiashi nodded, then looked at Feng Zhao, "Let's go, uncle, I'll take you back."

Feng Zhao glanced at the two of them: "Okay."

After leaving the "Niangniang Hall", the two turned around a few corridors in silence, Feng Zhao suddenly said: "If you have any questions, please ask the Regent."

Xu Jiashi said: "Empress Renzong is similar to Ting Lan?"

"It's about four or five points, but the eyes seem to be carved out of a mold." Feng Zhao sighed, "I thought I could let Ting Lan go, I don't even remember what she looks like, but seeing someone similar to her, what? Memories come back."

The two walked for a while in silence, Xu Jiashi said: "Uncle, after you faked your death back then, Ting Lan actually didn't die."

Feng Zhao paused, his eyes lit up instantly, and he grabbed Xu Jiashi's arm: "Really! Where is she now!"

Xu Jiashi looked directly at Feng Zhao: "But she is no longer alive."

Feeling overjoyed and sad, Feng Zhao's back was a little shattered: "It's gone... Yeah, even if sister let her go, how could she survive as an orphan? Do you know where her bones are?"

The light in Feng Zhao's eyes was dim, but compared to the ashen ashes before, at least there was a little more spark of hope.

But unfortunately, Xu Jiashi put out the lingering fire with the truth: "She went to the grassland and gave birth to the second prince Wuyun Baoyin to the current King Daiqin Khan. The bones should also be buried in the grassland."

A few words stunned Feng Zhao for a while: "Grassland... Daiqin? Wuyun Baoyin... was taken away by him in the boat earlier, because of that nursery rhyme? Ting Lan, Ting Lan's son, how could it be?" Such a murderous demon?" Feng Zhao shook his head in disbelief, "The grassland is tough, and it's a foreign country... Ting Lan is so weak, how did she end up in the grassland? How much did she suffer?"

Xu Jiashi's mind was full of thoughts at this time, and it was difficult to find words to comfort Feng Zhao. In fact, he didn't care to comfort Feng Zhao. Last time he investigated the case, he concealed Wu Yun Baoyin's life experience from Feng Zhao, so he didn't ask many details. Thinking about it now, there are many doubts.

Xu Jiashi said in a deep voice, "Uncle, when did you and Ting Lan die in love?"

Feng Zhao blurted out without having to recall: "February 28, ten years in Yongsui."

In other words, after three days, the queen died of dystocia.

Will someone really send away their only relative when they are about to give birth because of obstructing the marriage, and arrange a new identity, and plan to never see each other again for the rest of their lives?

"Before she died for love, was there anything unusual about Ting Lan? What about Empress Gaozong?"

Feng Zhao shook his head, but soon became a little uncertain: "Ting Lan cried many times. I said to ask the emperor for a marriage, but she refused, saying that her status was low, and she had already displeased the empress, let alone let the emperor know. She said that this is fate, we are destined not to be together. It's all my fault, I'm too weak, if I insist on begging the emperor, maybe the result will be different? The emperor has no family background, but sister... I don't understand ...She was not like this before, as long as she treats me well, she will do it no matter how hard it is...I don't understand..."

Xu Jiashi sent Feng Zhao back to his residence, and while waiting for Yan Zhi at the gate of Baofeng Temple, he began to sort out the clues——

Three women who are completely unrelated by blood, but they look very similar.No one noticed it before, because the class gap is too big, one is a concubine with a different surname, the other is the future mother of the then concubine, and the other is a musician.

When Empress Gaozong married Gaozong, Gaozong was still Taizong's second prince, King Jing, and Taizong died in the same year when he was named the concubine. She became a queen, and her younger brother Feng Zhao also became an uncle.

Although they are all relatives of the emperor, there is a difference between men and women. The uncle of the country and the concubine of Zhou seldom meet each other.Until now, Feng Zhao didn't know that Princess Zhou had more similarities with Ting Lan than Empress Renzong.

In the tenth year of Yongsui, the Queen passed away due to dystocia. A few months later, Princess Zhou also died of illness. Ting Lan should have died that year, but gave birth to Wuyun Baoyin two years later.

Xu Jiashi only remembered Wuyun Baoyin's year, but he didn't know the exact month of his birth.

Is it true age or false age?

If she has just turned eighteen, or is still a little short, then in the gap between Ting Lan's death in love and the middle months of her pregnancy, is it in the Chen country or in the grassland?If it was in the grassland, how did she get there?If in Chen country, who took her in?Is Wuyun Baoyin really the son of King Khan?If not, whose descendants are they?

……

There is no blood relationship, and the three people with different identities are similar in appearance, what is the relationship between them?

Yan Zhi walked out of the temple, saw Xu Jiashi contemplating, took a deep breath, and put on a smile: "Uncle Huang, I'm exhausted, I won't write for ten days."

All kinds of doubts are entangled in his mind, and Yan Zhi's unconscious trembling in the hall just now is also very suspicious. Xu Jiashi looked at him, and couldn't treat him as a ten-year-old ignorant child: "You want to move your mother's spiritual seat into the Taimiao ?"

Yan Zhi was startled and shook his head.

Xu Jiashi focused his gaze: "Why?"

Yan Zhi tilted his head to avoid Xu Jia's gaze, and waved his hands: "The Taimiao doesn't care about food. I don't want to see my mother and be hungry... I just went to look for it, and there are really fruits. I don't know if this kind of food is good or not." Yan Zhi Zhi wiped the wild fruit on his cuff and handed it over, "Uncle Huang, take a bite?"

It seems childish, but his words and deeds are deliberate, and there is a feeling of pretending to be relaxed. Yan Zhi must know something, but he is hiding it.

Xu Jiashi didn't pick up the wild fruit, and said, "Your Highness, eat it yourself."

Yan Zhi heard the word "Your Highness", sighed, and silently followed Xu Jiashi down the mountain.

The mountain road winds like a snake.

It is said that going up the mountain is easy and going down is difficult, but when you go up to the top, you can see the radiance, and the return journey down the mountain is muddy and rugged.

When boarding the carriage to go back to the residence, Xu Jiashi suddenly said: "Your Majesty has arrived in Wuzhou, and the journey is over halfway. Let Your Majesty go on a tour alone, I don't feel at ease."

Yan Zhi paused, looked back at him, and said seriously: "Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, you, me, and King Wu are all one family."

The word "family" is very meaningful.

Xu Jiashi sent Yan Zhi into the car, then went in and sat beside him: "Your Highness, do you have anything else to say to the minister?"

Yan Zhi pursed her lips and opened the side curtain of the carriage, watching the scene of being left behind as the carriage started.

He didn't want to say it, so Xu Jiashi didn't ask.

Yan Zhi had a lot of wild fruits bulging in his arms. The carriage bumped and two of them came out. Xu Jiashi leaned over to pick them up first, wiped them on his sleeves and put them in his mouth: "Fruits beaten by frost." It is extra sweet. Your Highness, the same size, the fruit with cracked skin is sweeter, this is my experience."

As the wheels ran over and over on the way back, Yan Zhi suddenly said: "I like being your nephew very much. Don't call me Your Highness, and don't call yourself a minister. Uncle Huang, please call me Jing Yun like Uncle Huang, okay, forever Just call me Jingyun."

Xu Jiashi turned his head to look at Yan Zhi. His fleshy cheeks had been reduced a lot recently, and the tight corners of his lips revealed determination beyond stubbornness.

A ten-year-old child, let go of his pretentious ease, and his words are filled with inexplicable sadness.

What has happened to make him so mature?

It must be a bad thing.

Since it's not good, I don't want to mention it again, so I don't ask him.Adults should solve problems, not embarrass children.

"Okay, Jing Yun." Xu Jiashi sighed softly, "If wild fruits are delicious, eat less, and be careful of food accumulation."

Back at the palace, when Xu Jiashi sent someone to investigate Wuyun Baoyin, Yan Zhi wrote to King Wu——

"It's hard to hide the past, and the emperor's uncle will return soon."

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Wuzhou.

King Wu showed the letter he had just received to King Zhou and said, "Your son is not an easy-going lamp, and he can find clues even if he loses his memory. But even if you want to stop him from investigating the past, what's the use of letting the emperor go back?"

"I don't even look at whose son it is. Of course, he is both civil and military, and has a bright mind." Zhou Wang snorted, "The Yan family is all smart, and that little one has more heart than you. My little brat drank your little emperor's blood." Ecstasy soup. As long as the emperor returns, he will be tired and crooked all day long, and his brain will be eaten like a dog. When the child is born, he will circle around the two babies and live day and night. How can we find out? If there is still Only the little emperor can cure Xu Jiashi."

Old Wu Wang blushed: "Old man, it sounds like my nephew is seducing your son. My nephew is getting pregnant, don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy!"

"Cheap, heh, so cheap!"

"Don't be so stubborn. If the emperor is not good, you will condescend to play the role of a playboy a few days ago just to see him from a distance? You see, the emperor has raised your grandchildren very well."

"What can you see in your stomach?" Zhou Wang said awkwardly, "You are also disrespectful to the old man, and you let him go out and wander around in a messy crowd. If you bump into him, can you afford it?"

"Yo yo yo, I just said it's not rare, but I'm afraid of making mistakes, you old guy." Wu Wang smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, and sighed with his hands in his sleeves, "The past must be hidden, and all the injustices are brought by us old guys." Even in the coffin, Jing Yun will never confide a word, and the children's life will be safe in the future. But it is not easy to let the emperor return to Beijing as soon as possible. My nephew has the world in his heart, and he has done a lot of practical things these days , settled a large number of homeless orphans. Is it possible that there is no king in the world, he hasn’t visited Jiangzhou and Bozhou, and he won’t be willing to return to Beijing.”

King Zhou didn't have a good idea for a while, and was about to leave when he heard someone outside the door reporting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is coming."

All right, what are you doing in the study?

Zhou Wang suddenly became nervous, looked around, and even wanted to escape by jumping out of the window. Wu Wang whispered: "I don't want the old waist anymore?" He asked him to hide in the bookcase.

His back was stiff in old age, so King Wu pushed and kicked his hands and feet and stuffed him for a long time before King Zhou curled up into the narrow cabinet.

Closing the cabinet door, King Wu heaved a sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, turned around and opened the door, and welcomed Yan Sui in: "Ahem, Your Majesty woke up from sleep in the afternoon? If there is something to do, just ask the old minister to come over. Why bother His Majesty to come here in person."

Yan Sui hugged the fur coat Xu Jiashi gave her: "It's almost winter, so I don't sleep as much as when it's hot. It hasn't snowed yet, and the road is easy to walk. I really won't be able to walk freely until next month." .Is the uncle dealing with official business? Why did it take so long to open the door?"

King Wu sent Yan Sui to the superior seat to sit down, and suddenly saw the upside-down letter on the table, his whole body tensed instantly, how could he forget this.

"The old minister doesn't have official duties. He just wants to stay away for the elderly. He doesn't hear what's going on outside the window. He writes, paints and paints to cultivate himself. Here, Your Majesty, this is the old minister's new ink. It's a century-old pine smoke." Wu Wang stretched out his hand. Going to end the inkstone, he turned it over with a trembling hand, and the ink flowed all over the table. King Wu threw all the stained paper on the table into the wastebasket, "Oh, I'm so old, I made His Majesty laugh."

Yan Sui also saw the King of Wu threading a needle for the princess this morning, so now his hands are shaking so much that he can't hold the inkstone?I caught a glimpse of the word "Uncle" leaking from the corner of the paper in the wastebasket. The handwriting was familiar, but I couldn't make out anything else.

Before King Wu took his seat, he moved quietly and pushed the wastebasket under the desk.

Yan Sui wondered if he came abruptly, and the uncle was not happy?Forget it, just leave after finishing talking, and it won't delay him for too long.

"Uncle Huang, I will leave for Jiangzhou tomorrow. The waterway is not easy to stop, so I think I will prepare gifts today, and I would like to ask Uncle Huang for reference."

"Gift? Who is Your Majesty giving the gift to?"

"Old Prince Zhou."

"Old—" King Wu's throat tightened, and he almost stood up, did the emperor know?

"What's your majesty doing when you give him a gift, regardless of the year or festival?" King Wu clenched the armrest of the armchair and looked at Yan Sui.

He didn't even hide the fact that he was pregnant from King Wu, not to mention the fact that the old King Zhou "resurrected from death", so Yan Sui was outspoken.

Yan Sui said: "The first day of next month is the birthday of the old king of Zhou. Although it is not a full birthday, as a junior, you must express your heart."

There was a sudden noise in the bookcase, both Yan Sui and King Wu looked over, and King Wu hurriedly said: "The servants in the mansion are tired and neglected to clean up, they should hire a raccoon slave to keep the books from being eaten up by mice - the first day of next month It is indeed Zhi'an's birthday, His Majesty has a heart, and the child in His Majesty's womb is already the best birthday present—"

King Wu suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Your Majesty, since you want to express your heart, why not go back to Beijing and bring your pregnancy to celebrate King Zhou's birthday. He will definitely be extremely happy then!"

Yan Sui lowered his head and smiled, a little helpless: "No, Uncle, even if you give a gift, it can't be in my name."

King Wu finally found a reason to let the emperor return to the capital, but he was directly rejected, and hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Xu Jiashi revealed his heart to Yan Sui after he knew the truth about the change of sons, and worried that Yan Sui knew that he was not from the Xu family, and felt that his status was low and unsuitable, so he was struggling.But Yan Sui knew the truth, and his heart was full of pity. He recalled that when Zhou Wangfu held a funeral, he drilled a hole and saw Xu Jiashi, who was thanking guests behind closed doors. He also harbored resentment towards the old prince.But he was a bystander after all, watching the father and son under the same roof without saying a word, and felt that there should be room for things to change.

Yan Sui sighed and said: "The old prince doesn't like me and Xu Jiashi being together. He has a grudge against the Yan family. Because the Xu family will have a queen's prophecy, the old prince had to change his daughter for a son, and now he is with Xu Jia Shi father and son are estranged. I will not trouble him for such a happy event as a birthday."

The King of Wu sighed: "Your Majesty can't be blamed."

"It's hard to tell who's right and who's wrong. Let's look forward. Uncle Huang, as far as I know, you were the one who had the best relationship with the old prince in the royal family. You must know what gift can suit his wishes. I will prepare it in advance. , sent to the capital, and presented to the old prince in the name of Xu Jiashi on his birthday—there is no overnight feud between father and son, but they are both hard-spoken and hard-necked people, and they refuse to bow to each other. Perhaps this is an opportunity to speak out Enough."

Yan Sui still doesn't know about the "disappearance" of the old king of Zhou, Xu Jiashi was afraid that he would be worried and never told.King Wu and King Zhou had something to hide from their descendants, so of course Yan Sui would not let Yan Sui know that King Zhou was not in the capital at this time, but in Wuzhou, Prince Wu's mansion, in the bookcase in the study, and could hear his words clearly.

The King of Wu sighed: "It is the blessing of the Xu family to have Your Majesty. That old guy has raised a good son. Your Majesty, the King of Zhou likes fishing, and you must know that. But in the past, when he celebrated his birthday, what he liked most was not the fishing gear, but the fishing gear. Makeup eyebrows."

"Powder and eyebrows?" Yan Sui was puzzled, could it be that the old prince also has a penchant for women's clothing?After thinking about it for a while, Yan Sui felt uncomfortable all over.

"He can only use the fishing gear by himself, but he can send the makeup and eyebrows to make the princess happy." Wu Wang smiled, "He regards his wife as his heaven."

Yan Sui couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, a man who regards his wife as his heaven, married for more than ten years, loved and envied others, but lost his wife in middle age.

No wonder King Zhou's temperament has changed drastically, isn't it the same after his father lost his mother?

"Then what did the princess like before she was alive? Would rouge be too common? Is Dongzhu good? Or jade bracelets?" Yan Sui asked.

King Wu stroked his beard: "The old minister can't say it well. Your Majesty can think for himself. It doesn't matter what you give, as long as you think about it."

"I understand, think about it more carefully." Yan Sui got up, "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I have more than a month left to visit Jiangzhou and Bozhou."

"Hey...Your Majesty will stay for another two days? Veteran..." King Wu hesitated to speak, and somehow persuaded the emperor to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

Yan Sui said: "With the care of the emperor, the people of Wuzhou live and work in peace and contentment. I am very relieved. Jiangzhou has just been hit by a disaster this year, and the local officials are ineffective. I am very concerned about the people there. By the way, we will arrange for orphans in Wuzhou to set up a special school. I will leave it to the Uncle Huang to hire officials and teachers for them."

King Wu nodded: "The old minister knows."

That night, when Yan Sui was about to take a rest, he packed his bags and went to bed. King Wu hurried over with a solemn expression: "Your Majesty, within half a day, all the orphans in the city have disappeared. Now the people are panic-stricken, and they suspect that evil spirits are in trouble."

The author says:

+4 and His Majesty's "separate living in two places" status will probably end in two or three chapters, and there will be prizes to guess the birthdays of the cubs——