Probably because she was tired, Song Qingyue's day was moved forward.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of the lunar month, Song Qingyue suddenly felt a cramping pain in her abdomen and a cold sweat on her head. When she returned to Wentao Courtyard, she lay on the bed and was so painful that she couldn't get up at all. In the July weather, she huddled up wrapped in a quilt.

In bed, I felt chills and sweating.

Li Zhao was watching his fifth brother Li Shi play chess in the afternoon.

Miss Xu Ba was all lured over by Miss Xing, Miss Yuan and the others, but this guy Li Shi didn't live up to expectations and actually lost!

Li Zhao was watching him play chess and was very angry. The prince's son, who had learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting from a famous teacher since he was a child, played chess in a mess, and he was not as good as Yue'er, who had only learned for less than a year. He was suspicious of this boy.

It's a deliberate mess.

After all, Li Zhao himself was always clumsy when playing chess with Grandpa Huang.

Seeing that Xu Qiuxia didn't seem to be interested in this prince's young master, Li Zhao sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the fifth brother. He had no feelings for his younger brothers and sisters and didn't care. But if Xu Ba and Xiao Wu didn't succeed,

My father probably had to go and get Xu Jiu himself, which makes his head feel heavy just thinking about it.

Xu Qiuxia had no idea that Li Zhao was interested in her, and she didn't want to marry the prince's son at all!

When she was in the northwest, she looked at Song Qingyue and thought she was beautiful. When she came to the capital, she saw that the rich and handsome Crown Prince actually had so many concubines! She secretly made a big cross in her heart for all the clan members.

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Mom was right, that kind of scenery was only for outsiders to see. Only she knew whether her life was good or not. She even felt sad for Song Qingyue.

After Li Zhao watched his brother's random chess game, he felt unhappy, shook his head and went back to Wentaoyuan.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled the sweet smell of ginger soup. Mo Mei was making ginger juice in the courtyard. Li Zhao immediately realized that Yue'er's little day had come.

His steps quickened, and when he entered the room, he saw her curled up on the bed. Li Zhao suddenly felt heartbroken, and hurried over to hug her. He put his warm palms on her lower abdomen and rubbed her belly gently.

Song Qingyue breathed a long sigh of relief. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt much more comfortable being held by Li Zhao's warm palm.

Li Zhao observed her expression and asked softly: "But it's better?"

Song Qingyue nodded vigorously: "Tell me to rub my brother's hands, it's more effective than Mrs. Tang!"

Li Zhao pinched her face: "I'm getting better and better at coaxing people." That's what he said, but after hearing this, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment and responsibility as a man in his heart, and he worked hard to rub her belly all afternoon.

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After dark, the two of them lay down early. Song Qingyue was too painful to sleep, so she pestered Li Zhao to tell stories to distract her attention.

Li Zhao hugged her and kissed her cheek, teasingly saying: "Why is my wife so soft and fragrant?"

Song Qingyue hit him irritably: "I asked you to tell a story, what nonsense did you tell me!"

"Do you like telling stories for your husband so much?" Li Zhao pinched her earlobe.

Song Qingyue turned over, looked at him and said, "I like it. Did you see a large group of girls surrounding me today?"

"You saw it, what are you talking about?" Li Zhao still pinched her face with his hands and feet, and touched her lips with his fingertips.

Song Qingyue giggled, rarely smiling so sweetly: "I told them the stories you told me in the northwest, and they all liked to hear them. They also said that I was well-informed and knowledgeable. I will remember these two words now.

To my husband."

"That lady is also amazing. She remembered everything after listening to it only once."

Li Zhao smiled and lowered his head to kiss her. After a few kisses, he raised his head with a strange expression on his face - he was a little ready to make a move. Song Qingyue clung to him mischievously, hugged his waist and said coquettishly: "Husband, my stomach hurts so much.

It really hurts!”

Li Zhao took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, stared at her fair and tender face, and said in a hoarse voice: "For my husband, this can be regarded as accompanying my wife in suffering."

"Husband and wife are one body, and naturally they should share joys and sorrows."

"My lady is right."

The two chatted for a while. Song Qingyue's eyelids were so sleepy that she didn't know when she fell asleep. Li Zhao listened to her breathing calming down and then closed his eyes.

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On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, people have not stopped coming in through the gate of the villa since the morning. The entire villa seemed to be in full swing. Almost everyone was dressed up carefully, and the few poor scholars probably borrowed clothes or clothes.

I deliberately spent money to get dressed up so that I could see clearly. At least everyone came here clean and with a tidy face.

After all, he is Zhuangzi of the royal palace, so how can he look so sloppy and smug in the eyes of noble people? But in fact, you can still tell it by looking at the hairpin, shoes and accessories.

But Song Qingyue had explained in advance that this chess match was not only a blind date game between powerful people, but also a good opportunity for Prince Su's palace to build up its reputation. What she wanted was to show everyone that it was well-organized, friendly, and treated all scholars equally.

It belongs to Prince Su's Mansion, so no matter how you see the visitor dressed, you are not allowed to be negligent, and the servants must supervise each other. If you treat them differently or have an arrogant attitude, you will be directly expelled from the palace and will never be used again.

Today, many of the servants in the villa were transferred from the palace, and most of them were servants from the East Road. As much as these people respected the Crown Princess, they were afraid of the threats she uttered.

This guy killed a servant with a stick in front of everyone, and even dragged his entire family in and beat him half to death!

Who dares not to take what she says seriously?

Originally, the group of servants in Zhuangzi were a little disapproving at first, but the maids and women in the palace and the little Huangmen all looked serious, and they also became solemn.

So when Niu Hesheng was cordially asked by the palace maid who was better dressed than him if he wanted to drink tea and what snacks he wanted to eat, he was really flattered and couldn't sit still.

Young Master Xing walked all the way with a calm look, eating and drinking. Today there are long buffet tables set up in several places in the garden. If you want to chat, you can sit down and drink tea, juice and snacks. You can do it almost anywhere.

Niu Hesheng asked uneasily: "Young master, can you really take and eat whatever you want on this table?"

"Of course! It's called a buffet. It was served like this at Princess Su's birthday party last year, and it became popular later. The host will do it like this when there are a lot of guests. Don't worry, eat boldly."

Young Master Xing started looking for chicken legs on the table, and he actually found them! They were fried! Fried ones are more expensive than roasted ones because of the waste oil.

But because this food tastes so uncivilized, not many people take it.

Niu Hesheng imitated his example and also picked up the fried chicken legs. Anyway, he was not here for a blind date. He clearly positioned himself and he was here to accompany the young master of his future employer.

Just one bite, and the fried chicken legs simply opened the door to a new world of life for Niu Hesheng. It was so delicious!

Can chicken legs be so fragrant?

After finishing one meal, a beautiful maid came up with a spittoon and asked them to throw the chicken bones.

Niu Hesheng blushed and asked, "Excuse me, can I get another one? This chicken drumstick is really delicious."

The maid smiled and replied: "You can take it, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you take them all."

"No, no! Just get another one. Thank you."

The maid looked at Niu Hesheng's honest and affectionate appearance, smiled coquettishly, and said: "Master, you are so cute."

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In Wentao Courtyard, Song Qingyue was still groaning in pain because of her aunt, but she was going to host today's blind date meeting, oh no, it was a chess match. She endured the pain and insisted on getting up.

In addition to using a cotton menstrual belt when she was little, she would also put several layers of small thin quilts under her buttocks when she slept. Last night, two layers of quilts were exposed, and the blood really flowed...

When Mo Shan and the others were changing the quilt, Li Zhao saw the blood stains. He didn't feel dirty, but felt distressed. He didn't know that a woman could bleed so much during menstruation.

Song Qingyue spent a long time in the clean room, put four or five layers of cotton cloth on it, and felt that it would not be a big problem to go out for a short while. She would go out to show her face and then come back.

Li Zhao unhappily picked her up, put her back on the pillow, and said, "Lie down! Can't you survive without you?"

"I am the master after all..." Song Qingyue looked pitiful. It would be great if there were painkillers. This damn big week, without painkillers, it would be fatal...

Li Zhao clicked his tongue: "Just lie down and I'll go."

"There must be someone to entertain the women. Where is Li Hua? Is she here?" Song Qingyue asked Mo Fan. Mo Fan shook his head first, then glanced at Lin Wanfu, who said with certainty: "The eldest lady is not here."

Song Qingyue frowned: "Why is that? You might as well come and watch the game. Isn't she not engaged yet?"

Li Zhaodao: "She followed Concubine Zhuang to the Sanqing Temple to offer incense. It is said that she has made an appointment with a cousin of General Liu, the Marquis of Guangning, and she will meet him at the Sanqing Temple in the past few days."

"If you don't come to meet us here, you have to go to the Taoist temple? Does Concubine Zhuang have any objections to me? By the way, after I married into the palace, my eldest sister never came to talk to me once."

Song Qingyue didn't understand, and Li Zhao also looked puzzled.

Lin Wanfu bowed and said, "It seems that the eldest girl was dissatisfied with this marriage. Concubine Zhuang was afraid that she would be attracted by another man, so she forcibly took her to Sanqing Temple."

Song Qingyue and Li Zhao looked at each other and seemed to understand something. They shook their heads and ignored it.

Concubine Zhuang has her own agenda, so let her deal with it. Some people just don't believe in fate unless they seek death.

But it’s not okay if there is no one to host the event. Song Qingyue suggested: "Otherwise... how about you ask Meng Wanfeng to entertain everyone for me?"

"Meng... why? Do you think she is more interesting than you or do you think she is more popular than you? I see she doesn't have many friends, how can she stand up for you?" Li Zhao said disdainfully.

Song Qingyue curled up on the bed and knitted her brows in pain. After thinking about it for a while, she didn't think it was appropriate, so she insisted: "It has to be Meng Wanfeng. She has a high enough status. The ladies who came today have extraordinary status and family backgrounds. They must have enough

Only with your identity can you hold your own."

"Okay." Li Zhao was convinced. He squatted beside the bed, touched her forehead covered with cold sweat, and said softly: "You can sleep peacefully. Don't worry about anything. I have everything under control."

"Well, then I'm going to sleep." Song Qingyue rubbed her cheek against his palm dependently.

Li Zhao chuckled: "You and I, husband and wife, have nothing to thank you for."

"But I have to tell you what I'm thinking." She raised her slightly swollen eyelids and looked at Li Zhao, "My husband is so kind to me, I'm really grateful."

She leaned over and kissed Li Zhao on the cheek, and said softly: "Thank you, brother."

Li Zhao touched Song Qingyue's hair and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He was inexplicably excited, as if he had done something extraordinary, and he was just taking care of her and being good to her.

Just when Song Qingyue said this, he felt as if he had received a great reward and wanted to do better and make her happier.
To be continued...