Feng Miaolian's eyes fell on a pot of roses in the room. It was a short rose carefully trimmed by a gardener. It was less than two feet tall and was unique. There was only a big flower on it. The beauty at its peak was already
It disappeared, and now the petals around the flowers began to shrink, and a faint blackness appeared.
"Look at this flower, it will die until the end. The flower will not be red for a hundred days, and the person will not be happy for a thousand days."
Mrs. Feng was even more uneasy.
"Empress... You have to relax your mind. This misfortune is nothing. There have been concubines in the palace who have been suffering from difficult labor for many years... When I was young, I had miscarriage twice, but I still gave birth to it well.
So a few children... I don’t know how many women in this world will experience such pain. Alas, we are not as good as men. As women, they are born to suffer, so they have to accept their fate..."
Feng Miaolian smiled sadly.
The woman opposite is nominally her mother, but she doesn’t have a little sincere comfort in her eyes?? Women in ancient times were so nice. After all, they were truly monogamy. What is a concubine?
The concubine has neither financial power nor children's power. Even the children born must belong to the eldest lady, and she can only be an aunt. Feng Miaolian's mother has been the aunt for life, and she has to be an aunt from the beginning.
Calling Mrs. Feng as her mother.
It was not until she grew up, became Feng Zhaoyi, and said that Queen Feng was again, that she dared to call her "Madam Feng".
What sincerity can we have between each other?
Mrs. Feng observed her expression and became even more uneasy, and lowered her voice: "Empress, you must not fall down, our Feng family will count on you. Before I came, the master repeatedly warned me and told you to take more rest..."
"Is my father in good health?"
"Oh... it's not possible. He had been sick a few days ago, and later he heard about your affairs and was bedridden..."
Feng Miaolian was shocked, "Father, he can't do it anymore?"
"Oh, the master is very concerned about you and asks you every day. We dare not hide it from him, but the doctor said that he is not good enough, he just stays for a few days, and it is estimated that this month will not work. He keeps having a meal