You are happy

On September 20th, the emperor decided to hold a palace banquet for his sons who had been crowned kings.

He also specifically told the governor of Shuntian Prefecture: It has been more than three months since the death of Emperor Daxing, and the white lanterns and flags in the homes of officials and people in the capital can be removed.

In addition, the Royal Street can be decorated so that the people can have fun with the princes.

Eat when you should, drink when you should, and play as much as you should.

I don’t know if the emperor is taking this as revenge against his father. Anyway, the emperor openly said that even if Emperor Huizong has a spirit in heaven, he would definitely like to see the people living and working in peace and contentment, and prosperity everywhere!

At noon on September 20th, the emperor held the first palace banquet in the palace.

In addition to the concubines and all the children in the harem, Song Jianming of the Song Dynasty, Song Chenxu, the secretary of the Firearms Battalion, the Marquis of the Zhenbei Palace, the three Ning family generals, the commander of the Jinyi Guards Ning Yuan, the old man of the Rongguo Palace, and the old general , as well as Mu Lei, Ou Shaofeng, Shen Xin, the Commander-in-Chief of the Military and Horse Department of the Five Cities, Liang Yisheng, the eldest son of the Liang family, the uncles and princes of the Fang and Guo families, and the Xu family of the Duke of Wei were all invited.

This Mid-Autumn Festival banquet can be said to be a bellwether for the upstarts of this dynasty.

After three rounds of wine and five delicious dishes, the eldest prince, His Royal Highness Li Zhao, raised his wine glass and suggested that he would perform a sword dance with his sword to cheer everyone up.

The emperor happily agreed and threw the sword at his side to Li Zhao: "Dance a little dance, which will also be a feast for the eyes of all the ministers!"

The pride of an old father in his tone was beyond words.

Li Zhao suddenly bent down, puffed out his slightly drunken breath and came to Song Qingyue's ear and said, "Yue'er, look at it." Then he pulled out his sword, walked to the center of the banquet hall with long legs, and took the cup. The wine was spilled on Jianfeng.

Then he casually held a sword flower in his hand, and the wine drops followed the sword body and spread out in a beautiful arc in the air.

The sound of the military drum sounded loudly, and even the piano player seemed to be inspired, and the music suddenly became sonorous.

Li Zhao's posture is stretched and majestic, his movements are flowing, his movements are heroic and graceful.

As the drums rumbled, his dance steps became more and more wild, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts.

Song Qingyue felt as if her eyes were glued to that person's figure, and her heart beat wildly. Suddenly, a wave of warmth surged into her heart, making her eyes wet.

She couldn't express the feeling that made her whole body tremble slightly, and she felt like she couldn't help but shed tears if she continued to read it.

She secretly lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and glanced at Ning Yueyao, the Shen family, the Liang family, and the Ou family beside her. All of them had their lips slightly open. They were looking at each other in a daze. .

For some reason, this scene made her heart sting.

She was a little restless, her heart beating uncontrollably to the beat of the drum, and she didn't dare to look any further. She stood up and hurried outside to get some air.

In the corridor of the main hall not far away, Meng Wanfeng, who had also come out to take a breath, saw Song Qingyue from a distance, holding on to the white marble railing and panting.

Today, several people from the gynecological hospital were also invited, but the seats were relatively far back, so Song Qingyue didn't notice them for a while.

From a distance, Meng Wanfeng saw Song Qingyue holding her chest and panting while trying to cry, and she was reminded of her previous life.

She had also looked up at the man who seemed to be radiating light.

She hesitated for a while, but decided to go up and say hello. Unexpectedly, Li Zhao chased her out at this time, and Meng Wanfeng subconsciously hid behind the red column, not daring to go forward again.

"Why did you come out suddenly?"

Li Zhao bent down and turned his head to take a closer look at Song Qingyue's face.

The tears in Song Qingyue's eyes hadn't receded yet. When Li Zhao took a look, he thought someone had bullied her, and immediately said angrily: "Why are you crying? Who made you angry?"

Song Qingyue grabbed the lapel on his chest and shook her head desperately, saying in a nasal voice: "No...it's...it's just that my heartbeat was too strong, and suddenly I felt a little tight in my chest and couldn't breathe."

She leaned softly into his arms, unable to restrain herself and began to cry.

"Yue'er, Yue'er, don't cry! Don't cry!"

"The Imperial Physician!" He looked at Lin Wanfu and shouted: "The Imperial Physician Jiang is at the table, go and call him quickly!"

"Yes!" Lin Wanfu immediately ran to find Dr. Jiang.

Song Qingyue was coaxed by Li Zhao softly. For some reason, the more she was held in his hands like a treasure, the more she wanted to cry.

She couldn't even explain why.

After all, maybe she has some vague expectation in her heart that she will be together for the rest of her life.

I vaguely look forward to Li Zhao's true feelings now.

I hope he can make some efforts and sacrifices for himself.

When Dr. Jiang rushed over, Song Qingyue was lying in Li Zhao's arms and crying fiercely.

Seeing her crying so miserably, Li Zhao felt anxious and distressed, and was helpless holding her.

"Yue'er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? The imperial doctor is here. Please tell the imperial doctor carefully. It doesn't matter. Don't cry. Don't be afraid. The imperial doctor Jiang is here."

In fact, Meng Wanfeng was also followed by Doctor Jiang, but Li Zhao was too lazy to care about it now. He took Song Qingyue's hand, put it on the railing and asked Doctor Jiang to diagnose her pulse.

Song Qingyue was now inexplicably agitated, and her heart was beating wildly.

Her wrists were white and thin, and they were not covered with a handkerchief. Doctor Jiang was a little afraid to touch her. He touched her wrists for a long time, frowning deeply, and glanced at Jing behind him with some uncertainty.

Princess Meng Wanfeng.

With sweat dripping from his forehead, he clasped his fists and said to Li Zhao: "Your Highness, I... I'm not sure. Why don't you let the vice president try again?"

Li Zhao raised his chin and agreed impatiently.

After Meng Wanfeng took his pulse, he looked at each other with Imperial Doctor Jiang. The two of them seemed to be in a daze from afar. Then Meng Wanfeng blessed Li Zhao and Song Qingyue, and said with no expression on his face: "It should be...

Congratulations to your highness, the princess...she must be very happy. However, the month is still very young, it should be less than two months."

Li Zhao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Dr. Jiang again in surprise and disbelief. Dr. Jiang also clasped his fists and said, "I feel the same way."

He looked at Song Qingyue and asked, "Is your period late?"

Song Qingyue nodded.

The corners of Li Zhao's mouth immediately rose, but only for a moment before falling again, and he asked with a serious face: "But she... is crying like this!" He lowered his head again and asked Song Qingyue: "But what's wrong with her?

?Tell the imperial doctor quickly!"

Song Qingyue had calmed down a bit now. She shook her head and said, "There's nothing uncomfortable. It's just... I just want to cry for no reason."

Meng Wanfeng smiled and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to be nervous. Women's emotions are prone to ups and downs after pregnancy. It is normal."

Hearing this, Li Zhao looked at Imperial Physician Jiang again to confirm with him.

Dr. Jiang also smiled and nodded: "What the vice president said is true, it is true!" He clasped his fists and smiled and congratulated the two of them: "Congratulations to your highness, congratulations to the princess."

Jiang Zi was truly happy for Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue gently touched her belly with her hand, feeling mixed emotions for a moment. How could she... get pregnant like this?

She raised her tearful eyes and looked at Li Zhao pitifully: "We agreed to secretly take me to visit Yu Street tonight!"

There is a curfew in the capital, but it is only on the Dragon Head Festival on February 2, the Shangsi Festival on March 3, the Dragon Boat Festival on May 5, the Chinese Valentine's Day in July, as well as the Zhongyuan Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Winter Solstice, New Year's Day, and the Lantern Festival.

During the curfew, juggling troupes and various small vendors from nearby Zhili will come to the capital specifically to make money for the festival.

Today is also the day when the emperor has authorized the opening of the curfew.

The nightlife in the north is indeed not as interesting as in the south. There is Qinhuai, which is ten miles away, in Nanjing, and there is no curfew there.

However, the so-called nightlife is only for men. For women, it is the same in the north and the south. There are only a few festivals where you can go out and play at night.

Li Zhao held Song Qingyue's waist with a look of helplessness on his face, looked at Imperial Physician Jiang, and asked: "Is it possible that she is going out shopping like this?"

Song Qingyue immediately interrupted: "Don't ask him! If he doesn't want to take responsibility, he will definitely say no!"

The corner of Jiang Zizheng's mouth twitched, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Princess, you are young, so in the first three months, it is better to be careful!"

Song Qingyue snorted and buried her face in Li Zhao's clothes, not wanting to pay attention to Jiang Zizheng.

Li Zhao waved his hand to signal Jiang and Meng to leave, and could only hold Song Qingyue and coax her softly.

"This winter solstice, we must go out and have fun, okay?"

Song Qingyue snorted: "There will definitely be a banquet in the Winter Solstice Mansion. Are you free to take me out?"

Li Zhao was at a loss for words. It's true that after becoming a king, he will only be busier. Don't expect to be free enough to sneak out with your wife on a big festival like the winter solstice.

"Then you..." Li Zhao put his hand on her lower abdomen and couldn't make up his mind for a moment, "It's better not to go out. There are many people on the street. If you bump into someone, won't you cause trouble to others?

"

This time it was Song Qingyue's turn to be speechless.

She hummed unhappily, Li Zhao was good at taking people to the extreme, but she was also a "reasonable" woman.

Seeing that her little mouth was still curled up like an oil spout, Li Zhao smiled, pinched her cheek, and gave in another step: "How about I take you in a carriage and take you for a walk? I won't go down there."

"

Song Qingyue had no choice but to give in and nodded as a compromise.

Li Zhao hugged her and stood outside the palace, feeling that the sky seemed brighter than usual. He looked at her face and her still flat belly, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh! You're stupid!" Song Qingyue stared at her big tearful eyes, still feeling uncomfortable.

Li Zhao still smiled silly, looked at her and said: "Yue'er, we have a child."

"No, it won't happen until ten months later." Song Qingyue corrected him.

"Eight months, isn't it already two months?"
To be continued...