Therefore, before marrying into Prince Yong's Mansion, Nian Xialing told her many times that she must find a way to give birth to a son before the age of twenty-five, so that she could truly secure her position as the Fujin Dynasty; for this reason, Nian Xialing
Ling also tried her best to ask Dr. Deng to take care of her body.
Yingchun crawled over and hugged Nian's legs and cried: "Master, you love children so much. God has eyes and will never cruelly deprive you of your right to be a mother. If you are still not at ease, I agree with you.
You, from now on, eat fast and chant Buddha's name to accumulate blessings and virtues for you until you give birth to your little brother!"
Little brother... these three words brought warmth to Nian's cold heart. Unlike Amma, who purely regarded children as tools, she sincerely hoped to have her and Yinzhen's children. In this life,
She will give him all her love...
Jingsi was in the middle. As the child grew up in her belly, Ling Ruo's condition became more and more serious. She often couldn't eat a few mouthfuls in a day. Although Yinzhen ordered the kitchen to bring new dishes every day, she still had no appetite.
Sometimes even if you eat quickly
They would all vomit out, including the anti-fetal medicine. After two months of pregnancy, not only had there been no growth at all, but she had become thinner and thinner. Her small face was no bigger than Yinzhen’s hand. I heard from an experienced grandma that this kind of happiness would be at least as big as
It will not get better until four months later.
Ling Ruo never knew that pregnancy was such a hard thing. The thought of having to vomit like this every day for at least two months was really scary. But every time she thought about it, she thought about the tiny little life that was trying to grow in her belly.
, just for the sake of meeting his Ama Niang after ten months, all the fear and pain turned into pity and love. Yes, for this child, no matter how much suffering he endured, it was worth it.
After Lingxi recovered from her illness, Yinzhen often came over to see her. Seeing how seriously she was overjoyed, the table was often filled with dishes and then taken away intact. He was afraid that doing so for a long time would lead to physical weakness, so he proposed to the palace more than once.
Doctor Li took a look at her and tried to alleviate some of her unpleasant reactions.
But Ling Ruo knew that her pregnancy had caused an uproar in the house. Many people were jealous and envious. If she continued to be unscrupulous, she was afraid that someone would do something drastic. She could not remember the incident when Ye family of Qingyin Pavilion was drugged.
It was still fresh; so she always refused Yinzhen's kindness, preferring to let an ordinary doctor take her pulse.
Children are always the source of fights. Many people have distorted their nature and become cruel and vicious, which is heinous!
In fact, Ye's almost miscarriage has always been a mystery in her mind. Who was the person who instigated the Guarjia family? She once thought it was Li, but later it was proved that Li wanted to take Ye's son as his own. According to this logic
It can be deduced that Ye's miscarriage would be harmful to her but not beneficial at all, so it was absolutely impossible to harm Ye before she gave birth to her child.
Since she is not the Li family, the most suspicious one is undoubtedly the Nian family. Unfortunately, to this day, there is still no evidence related to her. And the Gualjia family is not an easy person to talk to. It is impossible to get it out of her mouth.
No useful clues came out.
As long as she cannot get rid of this cancer, she will never feel at ease.
That night, after Ling Ruo ate half a bowl of millet porridge for dinner, she put on a light dress made of plain brocade and sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air. The ivory-handled fan in her hand was gently swaying, causing the evening breeze to blow on her face.
Shui Xiu and Shui Yue were sitting on the bluestone steps, discussing how to pound the last batch of peach blossom petals collected a few days ago into mud, and then seal them up so that Ling Ruo could apply them on her face whenever she wanted.
Take it out at any time.
Ling Ruo was very curious about Shuiyue's ability to seal flower petals and prevent them from rotting. After asking, she found out that her ancestors were perfume makers and once opened a perfume shop called "**Zhai" in Beijing. It was well-known in the capital, but
Later, when the family fell into decline, many incense-making methods were lost, and only a few were handed down, including the secret recipe for long-term sealing of flower mud.
Shuiyue said that her biggest dream is to find out the incense-making method passed down from her ancestors and reopen the incense powder shop; although she herself knows that this is a far-fetched dream, but don't people often live for a dream?
Ling Ruoxiao watched as one of them put the flower petals into a stone chisel and the other carefully pounded them with a stone pestle, arguing quietly from time to time over the delicateness of the flower mud.
"Sister! Sister!" Yilan suddenly ran out of the house with her bare white feet. She wore a pair of bracelets with silver bells on her feet. The bells jingled as she ran, which was very clear and sweet.
She ran all the way in front of Ling Ruo and was about to throw herself into Ling Ruo's arms as before. Li Wei had already hugged her in one step. Seeing her standing in front of him, Yilan pursed her lips in displeasure.
, patted Li Wei on the forehead and said: "Why are you blocking me? Didn't you see that I wanted to talk to my sister?"
Seeing that the little ancestor was unhappy, Li Wei quickly laughed and said, "I don't dare to block the second young lady. It's just that the master is pregnant. What if the second young lady rushes forward like this and scares the mistress's pregnancy?"
After being reminded by Li Wei, Yilan remembered this and almost got into trouble. She stuck out her pink tongue and looked at Ling Ruo and said, "Sister, I didn't mean it."
"It's okay." Ling Ruo smiled, motioned for Li Wei to get out of the way and said, "You guys are too careful, you might get pregnant at any time."
"By the way, Lan'er, weren't you taking a bath? Why did you suddenly run out without even wearing shoes?" She asked softly, stroking Yilan's hair hanging behind her.
Upon hearing this, Yilan pouted again, glanced at Mo Yu who hurriedly chased out, and said, "I was going to take a bath, but Mo Yu said that the rose petals for bathing were gone." She grabbed Ling Ruo's hand.
She shook her hands from side to side and said coquettishly: "Sister, I feel uncomfortable washing without flower petals. Why don't you ask Mo Yu to go to the flower room to get some more."
Mo Yu ran up to Ling Ruo and saluted: "Master, it's not that this slave is lazy and refuses to go, but the flower room has spoken back and forth early in the morning, saying that the rose petals are almost used, and the remaining ones should be left for Nian Fujin.
It's still wet and can't be moved; the petals purchased will not be delivered until tomorrow at the earliest. The slave has already explained it to the second lady, but she still refuses to wash it."
"What's so great about Nian Fujin, isn't he just Chou Fujin?" Yilan snorted unhappily: "The prince has clearly said that he would give his sister the treatment of Chou Fujin, so isn't he on an equal footing with Nian Fujin?
Why should I let her!"
Ling Ruo was startled by her bold words, and quickly made a silence gesture and said: "Don't talk nonsense, how much do you know about the affairs of this house, and you dare to make rash comments here." Seeing that Yilan disapproved, she continued
He said solemnly: "Did you know that just by those few words, if they reach Nian Fujin's ears, you can ask one of us to commit the following crime?"
"The prince loves his sister so much that he is reluctant to punish her!" Yilan wrinkled her nose and whispered.