Spring warmed up quickly this year, and winter passed without warning. The daughter-in-law of Qixiang Palace also did not survive this winter, and was dragged out of the Forbidden City by a broken car late at night. Of course, this incident did not attract anyone's attention.
She was a mere official woman who didn't even agree to the attention she received from Kangxi. She was also a woman who was left behind by Kangxi. Naturally, she didn't even have a small mouth to talk about.
In March, spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. The spring flowers were blooming in the Changchun Palace. Song Pingting was walking slowly back and forth in the courtyard with her nine-month-old belly, supported by Ganoderma lucidum on her side, and followed closely by the eunuch behind her.
Wen Xi and Concubine Cheng were eating refreshments in the small pavilion. Wen Xi said casually: "Song Changzai hasn't left Changchun Palace for two months, right?"
Concubine Cheng hummed and said, "She is so quiet. She doesn't go out very often, not to mention she is so big."
The Song family is also transparent and cautious. She is only there all the time. If she is pregnant, she will inevitably become the target of others. Without the protection of Concubine Cheng, she is a weak woman who is definitely unable to keep her child! There is no b in this era.
Ultrasound, it is impossible to diagnose whether the baby is a dragon or a phoenix. When Wen Xi first came here, she also made the mistake of empiricism. She thought she could diagnose whether the baby was a boy or a girl when she was only 1 month old! It turned out to be a disaster.
A joke, unless it matures and matures, only God knows whether it is a joke or a tile.
With this pregnancy of the Song family, regardless of whether it is a dragon or a phoenix, the Song family's promotion to the throne is certain, but it will only involve one noble person at most. It's just that the Song family is nine months pregnant, Tong Jia is eight months old, Yi Fei is six months old, and there are three concubines.
She was pregnant, so the Song family was naturally not as conspicuous as the other two. Since she was pregnant, Kangxi had only visited her three or four times. The rewards were not comparable to those of Concubine Tong and Concubine Yi. This was unfortunate for the Song family, and also
Extremely lucky. The favor is divided thinly, and the risks are also greatly divided.
When Wen Xi saw Song Pingting still walking in the courtyard, she said to Aunt Wu Lu behind her: "Song Chang has been walking for two quarters of an hour. Please come over and have a rest."
The white marble stone stools placed in the octagonal pavilion were originally replaced by armchairs with armrests because of Song's pregnancy. The space left for Song was specially covered with two layers of goose feather cushions.
Mrs. Song was helped into the pavilion by Aunt Wu Lu and the palace maid Lingzhi. Her belly was too big. It was very inconvenient for her to walk. She could only bend her knees slightly with the help of Aunt Wu, and then she walked in Wenxi and Cheng.
At the concubine's signal, Song Pingting sat on the chair prepared for her. Song Pingting already looked much plumper, but her skin did not turn yellow or have spots like other pregnant women. Instead, it looked more rosy and delicate. She smiled slightly and said: "
Miss Qinglan said that she is about to give birth, so it’s best to walk more, otherwise it will be bad if she doesn’t have the energy to give birth."
In addition to the imperial physician who regularly checked her fetal appearance, Qinglan also checked her pulse regularly and delivered medicines. However, Mrs. Song trusted Qinglan more. Most of the medicines Qinglan prescribed were medicated foods. They would not harm the fetus and could appetize and nourish the baby.
The Song family benefited greatly.
Wen Xi looked at the thin beads of sweat on Song's forehead, but she looked very pleased and joyful, and said with emotion: "Seeing you working so hard, I know that being a mother is really not easy!"
In all her life, Wen Xi has never experienced the hardships and joys of being a mother. She just wants to know that in this era, childbirth is a matter of life and death. However, there are still many women like the Song family and Cheng Fei who go through this life and death journey.
Difficulties.
Concubine Cheng felt something and said: "When the child is born, and when he sees the tender, white and painful appearance, he will feel that all the hardships are worth it!"
Song's face became rounder and rounder, with sweet dimples on her cheeks when she smiled: "Thanks to Concubine Cheng's experience, she often talks to me about how to take care of the fetus and how to raise it after birth. I have benefited a lot from it."
This is when a young eunuch quickly stepped forward to report: "Your Majesty, Master Cheng, Little Master Song, the noble Dong of Qixiang Palace would like to see you!"
Wen Xi was holding a dragon well in her hand, and she couldn't help but wonder that Mrs. Dong had been shutting herself away since she was demoted. Compared to the active noble Borzigit, she had been content for more than half a year. What was the reason for her sudden visit today?
Why?
Concubine Cheng asked: "Her? What's wrong with her?"
The little eunuch said: "I'm here to give you some clothes made by myself."
Concubine Cheng looked at Song Pingting, and Song Pingting just smiled lightly, with the attitude that Concubine Cheng was in charge of everything. Concubine Cheng looked at Wen Xi again, and Wen Xi nodded slightly. Since she is here, it is better not to see her, anyway.
When there is a noble concubine and a concubine master, what kind of trouble can a noble person make?
Dong Guiren, the former concubine of the Dong family, has long lost the honor and favor of the day, and is just one of the twenty nobles in the palace. She wears an elegant light purple lilac pattern flag dress, her steps are slim, and her appearance is compared to
She looked even thinner that day. Although she had a decent smile on her face, the sadness on her brows could not be concealed. Wen Xi had also heard that she was now living in Qixiang Palace with the noble Borzigit, spending every day
The constant quarrels can be regarded as a lively show in Qixiang Palace. However, noble Borzigit is active in Qixiang Palace and even more active outside Qixiang Palace. Dong noble rarely goes out.
"My concubine, please give my regards to the imperial concubine! Please give my regards to the imperial concubine!" A noble person's status is not as high as that of the concubine back then. When facing a high-ranking concubine, he needs to pay a big salute, squat down and bend his knees, almost kneeling down.
Mrs. Song in the pavilion naturally stood up and stood aside, holding her stomach and bending her knees with difficulty, "Mr. Dong is well."
Wen Xi asked Mrs. Dong to stand up, and Mrs. Dong hurriedly returned half the gift to Mrs. Song, saying very politely: "Hello, sister Song. My sister is a month old. Please sit down!"
Mrs. Song nodded and smiled, and sat back on the chair with the help of Ganoderma lucidum.
Wen Xi asked someone to move the embroidery pier for Dong, and gave it to Dong to sit beside her. Dong ordered the palace maids who followed her to place several exquisite little clothes on the stone table in the pavilion, and said: "A little thing, Song Dynasty
Don’t dislike it, sister.”
Mrs. Song looked at Wen Xi and Cheng Fei and said, "Thank you, noble man." However, she only put one hand on her tall belly and only looked at the small clothes with her eyes.
Dong's face suddenly felt embarrassed, so she picked up one of the bellybands with her own hands and said: "This is made of the snow satin that was newly donated this spring. The silk is cool and slippery and absorbs sweat very well. It's just that my workmanship is poor, so I'm calling you two
The empress and Sister Song were laughing at each other."
The bellyband of the snow satin piece has a snow-white background and is embroidered with auspicious clouds and dragon patterns. The auspicious clouds are embroidered with purple silk thread and cover half of the dragon's body. The coiled dragon is embroidered with bright yellow silk threads of different shades and is connected to the head.
The scales are embroidered very clearly, and the embroidery work is evident! Wen Xi smiled and said: "Mr. Dong, you are so polite. Such good embroidery work is extremely rare in the entire palace! I look at it, I am afraid that the dragon above is
It’s about to fly down!”
Mrs. Dong quickly smiled and said: "Thank you for your praise! I used to embroider clothes for Sister Guo's fourth princess, and I only developed a little bit of skills! But this is the first time for this dragon to be embroidered, and it was also dismantled and embroidered."
After tearing it apart, I finally found it still looks decent, so I dared to send it over!"
Wen Xi looked at Song's round watermelon belly and said, "It's just that Song Chang's belly is round, I'm afraid she is a princess."
Mrs. Song also hurriedly responded: "No, I love spicy food especially after I became pregnant. I am afraid that I will be a little princess because of my sour son and spicy girl."
Seeing both of them saying this, Dong Guiren became even more embarrassed with the bellyband in her hand. At this time, Concubine Cheng reached out to take the snow satin bellyband with auspicious clouds and dragon patterns, and gently stroked the dragon on it with her hand, saying:
"That's appropriate. The princess is the Dragon Girl, so it couldn't be more suitable. I think that when the little princess is born, she will be dressed majesticly and look very good!"
Concubine Cheng's words resolved Dong's embarrassment.
There was a gentle breeze blowing in the pavilion. Concubine Cheng lowered her head and sniffed the bellyband and said, "There is a subtle fragrance on it. It smells very comfortable!"
Song Pingting pointed her nose and took a deep breath and said: "Indeed, it is very sweet. I wonder what kind of fragrance it is?"
Mrs. Dong put on an amiable smile on her face and said, "It's the beginning of this month???"
"Ah!!!" Song Pingting suddenly made a sharp cry, interrupting Dong's words. She clutched her stomach in pain, her face turned pale, "It hurts so much!!"
Wen Xi and Concubine Cheng suddenly panicked. Concubine Cheng was considered an experienced person. She hurriedly held Mrs. Song's clenched hand and asked eagerly: "What's wrong? Did the child kick you?"
Song Pingting lay weakly on the stone table, smelling the sweet fragrance that drifted into her nostrils with the wind. She clenched her hands tighter, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and said feebly: "My concubine has severe stomach cramps!
"
Wen Xi looked at the few small clothes on the table and suddenly had a bad suspicion. Then she swept them all to the floor with her hand and said sternly: "Call the imperial doctor to check these things! Aunt Wu, help Song Changzai to the delivery room immediately!"
!”
Mrs. Dong hurriedly picked up the small clothes on the ground, with surprise on her face, and hurriedly and sincerely defended: "My dear concubine, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these small clothes! It is true that the satin has been smoked, but the concubine is facing the smoked clothes."
The spiced satin has been embroidered day and night for more than a month!!"
Wen Xi snorted coldly: "Spices are harmless to ordinary people, but they may not be harmful to pregnant women. When the imperial doctor comes to check, if you have not done anything, I can naturally restore your innocence!"
Wen Xi didn't have time to pay attention to Dong. She glanced around and said, "Where is Qinglan? Where did she go?"
Song'er hurriedly reported back: "Master, Qinglan has gone to prepare medicinal food for Young Master Chang Zai. I will call her over now!!"
The entire Changchun Palace was mobilized, and it was very efficient. Mrs. Song was almost carried into the delivery room. As soon as Qinglan arrived, she was kicked into the delivery room and worked with the midwife to give birth to Mrs. Song. Everyone was busy, and she was alone.
Dong was left standing outside, at a loss.
The Song family's shrill roars kept coming from the delivery room, and Xin who was holding Wen Xi and Cheng Fei trembled. Inside, Qing Lan felt her pulse and said urgently: "Little Master, the birth is just starting now.
Better save your strength!"
Mrs. Song lay on her back on the bed, with cold sweat all over her head, her face as pale as snow, and her lips trembling as she said, "I know???, but I can't help it! It hurts! My stomach hurts so much!!" He hurriedly grabbed his hands in a panic.
Qinglan's hand, "Qinglan, please, please keep my child!!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest
motivation.)
ps: The second update will be added at 12 noon, and the third update will be added at 8 pm!