Before Mr. Ding came, Zhou Chengling entered the room first, and before he spoke to her, he ordered Mei Xiang, "Have people go back to the mansion, call the two girls in the princess's room to serve, and then go to Prince Xian's Mansion and tell Princess Xian that you want to
Two cooks making soup."
After a series of instructions, Mei Xiang nodded her head and said, "This slave has memorized all of them."
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling, "I'm going to start a fuss with everyone before I'm sure. If not, where can I put my face?"
"It's none of your business," Zhou Chengling said and sat down, "It's all my orders."
Zhou Chengling's eyes were shining with joy as he spoke. Yang Mo didn't notice it at first, but now that she saw Zhou Chengling's happy expression, she was really hoping that she was actually pregnant.
She had never been a mother in modern times or in ancient times, and she had no special feelings about being a mother. She felt that having Zhou Chengling's child made the two of them closer.
Leaning in Zhou Chengling's arms, she immediately smelled the fragrance of ink. Yang Mo couldn't help but sniff, "What does it smell like? It smells pretty good."
"What's the smell? I spent the whole night writing paperwork in the study."
Yang Mo smiled, "It's strange. I used to think the smell of ink was unpleasant, but now it smells good."
Zhou Chengling said: "It is impossible to give birth to a child who can dance and write."
The implication was that she was a rough person who didn't know poetry or poetry. Yang Mo tried to twist Zhou Chengling's shoulders, but he smiled and didn't hide, looking at her intently with bright eyes.
A shrewd person seemed to have become stupid at this time.
Yang Mo couldn't bear to give up and just squeezed Zhou Chengling. Her fingers slid down his arm and reached his cuffs.
There is a large pool of ink on the cuff that has not completely dried.
"I asked why it smells like ink."
Zhou Chengling lowered his head and looked over. Hearing Ajiu's report, he hurriedly came out of the study and arrived at about that time.
"Can someone find a robe to change into?" Yang Mo said, looking around, and then realized that all the servants in the room had left.
Zhou Chengling has been accustomed to being served by others since he was a child. His clothes have always been spotless, but today he didn't care much about it. "Just be dirty if it's dirty. I heard what Mr. Ding said. You can't miss this first time in your life."
As soon as Zhou Chengling finished speaking, footsteps could be heard outside.
Yang Mo wanted to take her hand away from Zhou Chengling, but Zhou Chengling refused, and just held her finger openly in front of everyone.
Yang Mo's face was a little red. In ancient times, the relationship between men and women was still very serious. In such an atmosphere, people became thin-skinned. If it were in modern times, there would be countless people kissing in public.
Ding Er only wanted to check Yang Mo's pulse. He stared at Yang Mo's wrist and stretched out his fingers to examine it carefully before he sat down.
Ding Er frowned and checked for a long time before letting go of his hand, "I haven't gotten a pulse yet, so it's hard to say."
Yang Mo nodded calmly. She had already thought about it before Ding Er came. Now the pregnancy is only in the early stages and she doesn't know how to take a pulse. However, she is a person who understands Western medicine and clearly knows all the processes of pregnancy. According to her
I guess that's it. Besides, she had a small amount of bleeding in the past two days. From this, it seems that it is probably implantation bleeding.
"However, if she is pregnant," Ding Er raised his head, "the princess must take good care of herself." He said in deep thought.
Yang Mo said: "Sir, if you have anything to say, just say it. We are all medical practitioners and there is nothing to avoid."
Ding Er said: "It is not a good time for the princess to be pregnant at this time. The princess has been traveling these days and is busy in Baohe Hall. In addition, due to Master Yang's affairs, her body's energy and blood are weak. If she does not take good nourishment, it may be detrimental to mother and child."
Ding Er's words were already spoken very tactfully, and Yang Mo couldn't help but shudder when she thought of Yang Molan's death.
Although she had changed everything around her when she came to ancient times, for some reason, this matter still weighed on her heart.
Ding Er said: "Mr. Bai used tonics on the princess before?"
Yang Mo nodded and hurriedly asked Mei Xiang to bring the prescription to Ding Er. She was taking the medicine prescribed by Mr. Bai a few days ago, but she stopped taking it as she became busy these days.
Zhou Chengling said: "If I take medicine immediately now, will the situation get better?"
Ding Er nodded, "I'm going to discuss Zhang Fangzi with Mr. Bai. Taking medicine is important, but even more important is recuperation. From today on, the princess should go to Baohe Hall less often and have less contact with patients to avoid contracting the disease."
In fact, Yang Mo doesn't take it seriously when it comes to contracting illness. Many doctors in modern times don't rest until they are about to give birth. People who work in hospitals all year round have much higher resistance than ordinary people.
After sending Ding Er away, Yang Mo leaned on the big pillow. The room was very quiet. Apparently Ding Er's words made everyone nervous. Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling and said, "I'll just take medicine from today on."
Zhou Chengling looked at Yang Mo, the surprise in his eyes was no longer there, but full of worry, "If I had known that your body was like this, I shouldn't have been in a hurry to get you pregnant."
"These things are not something you can do in a hurry or I can do it in a hurry. Whether or not you have a child is God's will. Besides, Mr. Ding Er can't tell for sure." Yang Mo said and held Zhou Chengling's hand.
Zhou Chengling became serious and said, "Have a good rest these days. I will take care of everything outside."
Yang Mo nodded, "I finally got pregnant, so naturally I have to be lazy. Even if you don't tell me, I will take advantage of this time to rest." Leaning on Zhou Chengling's shoulder, Yang Mo couldn't help but smile, "It's a good thing anyway.
Our child is here."
When the child comes, maybe the father will wake up, and it will be such a joy to reunite the family then.
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Yang Mo didn't feel anything else, she just felt very tired. It was like a stone was pressing on her eyelids and she couldn't open her eyes. Zhou Chengling lay down with her as if coaxing a child, and Yang Mo snuggled into his arms and fell asleep quickly.
After sleeping for two full hours, Yang Mo felt much better when she woke up. After taking a bowl of medicine, she had strength again.
Yang Mo wanted to get out of bed and take a walk when she heard Mei Xiang's voice reporting, "The princess is awake."
Then Zhou Chengling walked in, sat beside Yang Mo's bed, and very skillfully tucked Yang Mo's exposed feet back into the quilt.
Before Yang Mo could ask, Zhou Chengling said: "My father-in-law's side is fine. Wei Mao said that there is less blood flowing out, and the wound is healing well. The tube can be removed after today."
Yang Mo raised her head and said, "I'm going to take a look when the control is removed."
Zhou Chengling did not refuse, "Drink the soup first, and I will accompany you there after dinner."
The request cannot be too much, otherwise Zhou Chengling's temper will not allow him to agree. Yang Mo nodded obediently.
After a while, the food was placed on the small table beside the bed. Yang Mo was sitting on the soft seat and was about to stretch out her chopsticks.
"Whatever you want to eat, I'll pick it up for you."
"This is where it comes from."
"You have been taking care of me at my bedside when I was sick. Now it is considered a courtesy. I will take care of you for a while."
Looking at Zhou Chengling's side face, Yang Mo couldn't help but smile with her mouth full of rice. This could also be said to be a courtesy exchange.
"Don't laugh when you eat," Zhou Chengling took a bite slowly, chewed it a few times in his mouth and swallowed it leisurely, "be like me."
Zhou Chengling has always been dissatisfied with the way she eats and drinks, so he takes advantage of this time to teach his wife by the bedside, as if if she doesn't learn, he will continue to teach her.
Yang Mo had no choice but to swallow her rice slowly.
Somehow, eating quietly like this, both of them had a much better appetite. Zhou Chengling added a bowl of rice and ate several snacks.
No wonder I once heard from a colleague that she gained weight during pregnancy, and her husband also gained weight when she ate with her. Taking advantage of the pregnancy, the family began to gain weight.
Yang Mo hoped that Zhou Chengling would gain weight. At night she always touched his flat belly and said it was annoying. She was afraid that Zhou Chengling's illness would relapse. Although fatness and thinness had nothing to do with his illness, she still wanted to make him stronger.
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After dinner, Zhou Chengling asked someone to carry the shoulder cart over.
Yang Mo couldn't help being startled, and waved her hands hurriedly, "I won't sit on this thing." It was only a few steps away, and she was really embarrassed to meet people like this. Besides, this man looked familiar.
"This is sent by Princess Xian. If you don't sit down, wouldn't it be a disservice to her?"
Princess Xian would send a shoulder carriage? She didn't believe it, and Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling.
Zhou Chengling looked at her with a natural look and said, "The concubine said that my eldest son is not young anymore. He has a son and a half of daughters with great difficulty, so we can't be careless."
She knew that was what happened.
Mei Xiang, who was standing next to her, whispered: "Princess, just listen to the prince. You are pregnant and you are pregnant. You need to take good care of her."
Seeing redness in the past few days should be a normal physiological reaction. As long as you take some medicine to get better, you will be fine.
But with Zhou Chengling staring like this, she couldn't escape. If she wanted to get out of the door, she had to sit on the shoulder cart. Yang Mo reluctantly sat on it, and the servants slowly lifted her up and carried her to where Yang Bingzheng was resting.
Clinic.
As soon as Jianyu entered the door, he heard someone outside saying: "Is Princess Kang here? Can you let Princess Kang come and take a look? What should I do? Princess Kang..."
Yang Mo turned around and saw Wei Mao entering the door.
Wei Mao wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he noticed a cold look coming over him and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Zhou Chengling was too careful. She was pregnant with a child and she knew very well how she could make fun of the child. She would definitely not do anything that could not be done. "Tell me, I am inconvenient and can't go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment, but I can still come up with ideas."
Wei Mao then said cautiously: "It was Mrs. Chang who had an accident in the Liu family. There is no solution at the Taiyuan Hospital. I want to ask Princess Kang if she has any secret recipe that can cure Mrs. Chang's yang hyperactivity."
Mrs. Chang's illness no longer lasts for one day or two, and it is definitely difficult to suppress it now. The syndrome of yang hyperactivity should be hypertension, and she has no specific medicine at her disposal.
Yang Mo said: "If you want to ask Baohe Tang for medical treatment, let the gentleman in the hall come to see you as usual." As for Madam Chang, let alone Mrs. Chang who is too weak to go out now, even if she is not pregnant, she will not go to the doctor.
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Xiao Quan came out of the room and said, "Princess, Mr. Chang Wu is awake."
Madam Chang fell ill, but Chang Yining woke up.
"How's your pulse?"
"Everything is stable."
It's a good thing to wake up. Yang Mo said: "Take Mrs. Chang over so that mother and son can talk easily."