rotten son-in-law

The world is always impermanent, Chang Shu did everything possible to stimulate Mu Qingchen to the desired effect, but the cow chrysanthemum had no intention of inserting willows and willows into shade.

She was a little overjoyed, and told Aunt Chuyue to invite Lin Yuan over quickly.

People in Tai Hospital murmured in private, what happened to Hulan Palace recently, they sent people to invite the head of the hospital for three days in a row.

The drug boy in the courtyard accosted out of boredom, "That's right, I invited you twice just today."

He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms, shaking with a dustpan, turning over the dried honeysuckle.

In midsummer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Honeysuckle clears away heat and detoxifies. The Imperial Medical Office prepares many of them every year and sends them to the palaces.

The medicine ghost was clever, and said to him: "This day is like a closed cauldron. It's so stuffy that people can't breathe. It will rain tomorrow. I see that the honeysuckle is almost drying. You can bring someone to collect it." Take it, tomorrow when I go to the various palaces to ask for the pulse of peace, I will send it there by the way, lest you make a trip."

Yaotong was so happy that he grinned like a flower from the corner of his mouth to his ears.

On the second day, it really rained.

The heat accumulated over the past few days dissipated a little.

Bean-sized raindrops crashed on the eaves, and puddles of water were formed on the steps.

Chang Shu stood by the bed, picked up the spoon with her white fingertips, and handed a spoonful of water to someone on the bed who "bereaved her beloved son".

Mu Qingchen turned a blind eye and kept his empty eyes open. He seemed to be staring at the top of the bed, or at a place farther away. His eyes were full of darkness...

She didn't swallow the water that was fed to her mouth, but squeezed her lips tightly, letting it slide down the corners of her lips into the pillow.

The trace left behind is like a long and narrow tear trail...

It seems that it cannot be fed.

Feeling frustrated, Chang Shu knocked the spoon back into the bowl and handed it to Aunt Chuyue.

She is wearing white today, with white chrysanthemums embroidered on the monofilament blue cage skirt, which is lifelike when she is still and moving.

"You haven't been pregnant with her for a day..." Is the feeling so deep?

Chang Shu didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

She originally thought that Mu Qingchen would be able to return to normal after being stimulated by the cow chrysanthemum, but she didn't know that things backfired. From the sunset of yesterday to now, she has never touched a drop of water or rice, and she has not slept all night. "Wake up.

That's enough.

Chang Shu was holding her breath and feeling annoyed, because she thought Mu Qingchen was cute and silly before...

"I didn't want to have children before because I was willful." She moved in and rubbed Mu Qingchen's stomach, "Didn't I apologize to you? Then... let's start working hard from tonight, maybe next month I'm pregnant..."

Mu Qingchen got up angrily, pushed her away, and said with a sneer: "It's easy to say, but you have never been pregnant, how can you understand the pain of separation?"

Aunt Chuyue at the side slandered, as if she was pregnant with you.

Chang Shu: "..."

Ben Gong was powerless to refute.

These words seemed to hit his own heartache, Mu Qingchen's momentum softened, he sniffed, and said aggrievedly: "Poor my child, I went to drink Meng Po soup before I had time to see the blooming flowers in this world." ...I even tried my best to give her a name..."

"What's your name?" Chang Shu became interested.

"Mu, sugar, alcohol!"

Are you sure it was taken out with great effort! ?

Chang Shu resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

After thinking about it again and again, she decided to go out to get some air, otherwise when Mu Qingchen recovered, she would almost go crazy.

On the other side of Fenghe Palace, the Empress Dowager and her elders were sitting in the Luohan couch, fiddled with rosary beads with one hand, and leaned on the side of the small square table with the other.

Si Yao put a brocade handkerchief on her wrist, pressed four fingers on it, and listened to the pulse of the blood.

"Are you all right, ladies?" She was old, her breathing was very slow, and her speech was slow, but her noble aura only increased with the years.

"It's all good, it's just..."

The queen mother opened her eyes: "Just what?"

"It's just that Lord Lin Yuan has been informed in the Hulan Hall for three days in a row... When I asked for the pulse of the imperial concubine, I found that there was no abnormal phenomenon... I don't know which princess is sick, and I even announced it twice yesterday. "

"Oh?"

The empress passed away in a hurry, Hui Yi temporarily took over the Feng Yin, and recently he was busy with the reception of the Turkic Khan, so there must be some negligence.

It is the heir of the royal family, the queen mother can't help worrying.

It was inconvenient for Si Yao to say more, so he turned to Nanny Gui and asked, "The Empress Dowager has a weak spleen and stomach, but she ate too much cold food."

Nanny Gui nodded, and looked at the bronze ice mirror in the center of the room. There were ice cubes inside, wagashi and melons were packed in it: "I did have diarrhea this morning."

"Weichen prescribes a prescription for the queen mother, and it will be cured tomorrow. But avoid cold and spicy things," he continued, put away the handkerchief and got up, and took out a stack of lotus leaves from the medicine box. Honeysuckle, "this thing also needs to wait until it is cured before drinking."

Nanny Gui took it with her hand, "I'm sorry."

The maids opened the door for Chang Shu, one on the left and one on the right.

Only then did she truly feel how heavy the rain was outside the door, as if someone was hiding behind dark clouds and splashing.

The cool wind carried the fine rain on her face. She put on her makeup, afraid of getting wet, so she hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover it up.

There is a crisp sound of jingling in the yard, like an actor in a teaching workshop playing a melodious song with a lute.

She took two steps and leaned forward.

It turned out to be the wind chime on Chang Yuan's wrist.

The girl stood in the middle of the courtyard, held up an oiled paper umbrella, and directed Bai Lianhua and the palace maids to cover the flower garden with oiled paper.Although Daisy will not thank you, it is always good to keep more.

Chang Shu said, "Niu Juhua, hurry up and help."

Aunt Chuyue found an umbrella to hold open for her, and replied: "You forgot, he was sent to the backyard by the son-in-law to make him kneel for blatantly wearing strange clothes in the royal palace."

Chang Shu sighed: "It's hard for him to be dragged down by me, let him go back to his room to rest. Wait for the son-in-law to wait for these two days before coming to serve him."

"I'll do it now, servant girl." Handing the umbrella to the palace maid behind her, Aunt Chuyue walked along the corridor and turned to the backyard.

"Sister Huang," Chang Yuan came over with a smile when she heard them talking.Her lower skirt was soaked in the rain, and a large part was wet. She trotted up the stone steps and stood beside Chang Shu.

Chang Shu blamed her for being frizzy.

Although they are half-brothers, they are the most affectionate sisters among all the imperial daughters.Chang Shu still remembers that when her mother and concubine passed away, she was moved all the way from outside the palace by her father. The fat white filial dress was put on her five-year-old body, which didn't fit well.

The steps are very small, and he stumbles when he walks, covering his face with the back of his hands, and crying all the time.

The royal father knelt down and patted his head, and said, Shu'er, Chang Yuan will live in Hulan Hall in the future, you have to take good care of her.

This matter is very similar to Mu Qingchen's childhood.

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs just came to send a message that it was raining too much, and the welcome ceremony of the Turkic Khan will be postponed, but the father has already brought the Khan and the Turkic princess into the palace as a kindness of the landlord," Chang Yuan stretched her waist. , "It's placed in the Xiangyun Palace...the front is very busy, and it is estimated that the mother and concubine are going to pay a visit."

During the construction of the Xiangyun Hall, prickly ash was put into the mud wall, and there is a room full of fragrance all the time, which also has the effect of killing insects and relieving pain.

Mosquitoes and flies are prevalent at present, so the emperor's arrangement is also intentional.

Chang Shu said lightly: "Mother and concubine should go."

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.The imperial concubine Hui Yi, surrounded by the palace people, came gracefully.

Her palace skirt is complicated, she wears a flying fairy bun, and the armor on her fingertips is carved with fine patterns, which reveals a calm luster even under the dim rain.

The whole person is surrounded by pearls and greenery.

Chang Shu and Chang Yuan greeted her.

Hui Yi was not polite to them, and said: "You pack up and follow me to Xiangyun Hall. The Turkic princess came from afar. You are about the same age and are very close to her."

Chang Yuan pouted: "I won't go."

She has always hated those hypocritical occasions, uncomfortable.

He jumped down and landed on the last step, deliberately raising his voice to cover up Hui Yi's harshness: "Is the oil paper all laid out? Then there is still a corner missing! Oh, you are going to piss me off."

Hui Yi hated that iron could not be made into steel, wanted to stomp his feet, but was also worried about ruining his bun: "Damn girl, you have been married for five years, and you still don't do your duty at all."

She changed her breath, looked at Chang Shu, and said in an uncompromising tone, "Shu'er, you are the eldest princess, you must go!"

Chang Shu's refusal had just come to her lips, but she was completely stripped away by this reason.

A look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Also call Qingchen."

"...She has gone to the Hongwen Museum."

"Mother Concubine Mo Yan," Hui Yi said angrily, "She purely treats the correction as a false job, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. She is your son-in-law, so there is no reason not to go with her."

Mu Qingchen is currently in the stage of "heartbroken and hopeless", if he really goes, what should he do if he talks nonsense in front of Turkic Khan?

"Mother Concubine, Qingchen is... not very convenient."

Hui Yi lost his patience: "What's the inconvenience? It's not Zijun who is pregnant with a child."

Don't tell me, it's true, not only is she pregnant, but she just "slipped a tire".

The mother and daughter were practicing Tai Chi, and when they were playing vigorously, the eunuch outside the Moon Gate yelled in a broken voice: "The Queen Mother is here!"

Everyone in the yard stopped their work, those who bowed and bowed, and those who squatted for blessings.

The Empress Dowager glanced at Chang Shu and Chang Yuan amiably, and after a few words of politeness, she cut to the point: "I heard that the Hulan Palace has often summoned the Imperial Hospital recently?"

Chang Shu's heart skipped a beat, and she explained, "Yuan invited me once, and Shu'er invited me three times."

Chang Yuan is not very good at making up lies, and she is worried that the Queen Mother will ask more questions—and find out that Yi Xiaobai was injured by an assassin in Pingkangfang, which will involve the scandal of Mu Qingchen sneaking out of the palace because of his disobedience.

She answered in confusion: "It's too hot, Xiaobai spent the whole day in the imperial dining room and the food bureau... That night was like a heatstroke emergency, Yuan'er specially invited Lin Yuan here for her. Grandmother, why do you ask?" This word?"

"No," the Empress Dowager spoke as usual, slowly, "You guys, I've been busy these two days, and I'm worried that I'll get sick from the busy schedule."

"Thank you for your concern, Grandmother," Chang Shu borrowed Chang Yuan's words, "Qingchen is also suffering from heat stroke, and is more ill than Xiaobai."

The Empress Dowager didn't worry about it, and agreed: "That's right, it will be too hot to kill people. Then are they better?"

"It's much better." Chang Yuan answered before Chang Shu.

"Since that's the case," Hui Yi stepped down from the donkey, "the branch will make a noise, and we will pay homage to the Turkic Khan together with the Queen Mother. The Emperor is already on his way to the Xiangyun Palace."

After saying that, the door behind him opened.

Mu Qingchen stood tall and straight under the lintel.

His demeanor was calm and his face was pale.

When did the Empress Dowager see her like this, her resentment towards her faded away, and she frowned distressedly: "Chen'er, can you still hold on?"

Mu Qingchen's lips moved, and the teardrops hanging on the eyelashes fell down, and everyone's eyes followed the tears, and found that Mu Qingchen was actually wearing black.

The black cutout haircut, the black jacket, the black round-neck shirt, and the black black leather boots made her face paler.

"Chen'er can hold on," Mu Qingchen's throat trembled, and he cried heavily, "I heard the words, the Turkic Khan came from afar, and Chen'er should welcome him."

She went back inside and took a black cloak and threw it on.

Everyone looked at her with the eyes of "what are you doing with a cloak in summer"

Mu Qingchen understood the meaning in their eyes, took a step forward, and looked up at the sky melancholy

"The rain is cold, the wind is strong, I..." She folded her hands and caressed her lower abdomen, thinking about the danger of a slipped tire, "I have just recovered from a serious illness, and I have lost both energy and blood, so I am afraid of catching the cold."

Blood loss?

The Queen Mother and Hui Yi looked at each other in blank dismay.

Don't you just suffer from heatstroke?

How come there is a sense of ritual of seed Jun slipping...