In the third year of Jianhui's reign, Zhou Chengling went on a personal expedition, and the army set off from the capital in great strength. Yang Mo suddenly felt that the entire palace was much empty. If the eldest princess Xuanhua hadn't been young, she would have followed Zhou Chengling to the frontier.
Xuanhua took Yang Mo's hand, leaned her little body in Yang Mo's arms, and asked her to tell a story. Being coaxed by Xuanhua, Yang Mo felt comfortable.
After eating the fruit, Xuanhua hesitantly asked Yang Mo for milk cake.
The food in the palace was fixed and rationed, and Grandma was particularly strict about it. She would not let her eat more after she was full. Yang Mo thought about the modern free-range children and looked at Grandma, "Instruct the kitchen to make a plate for the eldest princess.
eat."
Mammy immediately lowered her head and said, "The queen is young and doesn't know that children should not lose their appetite. The body and bones will become weak in the future, which is not a trivial matter. The queen cannot let the eldest princess have her own way."
Yang Mo held Xuanhua's little hand, "It doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while," Yang Mo said and looked at Xuanhua, "Just have a piece, okay?"
Xuanhua nodded obediently.
Yang Mo said: "Go ahead and ask someone to get it quickly."
Grandma had no choice but to agree, "Then let the kitchen prepare a small dish and send it over."
The milk cake was brought up, Xuanhua happily ate a small piece, and stretched out his little hand to grab another piece. Yang Mo thought that Xuanhua wanted to eat more, but who knew that Xuanhua put the milk cake to Yang Mo's mouth and said, "Your Majesty, you will eat too."
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The milk cake was suddenly brought to her mouth. Yang Mo couldn't help but be startled. Chun He next to her looked at it and smiled, "The princess knows how to love your empress."
Yang Mo also felt happy, which was something Xuanhua had never done before.
Today's milk cake was a little fishy, and Yang Mo didn't have any appetite from the smell. But Xuanhua raised his fleshy little hand to her mouth, and she couldn't bear to refuse. She hurriedly opened her mouth and bit into the milk cake, thinking about finishing the milk.
The cake made Xuanhua talk, but who knew that as soon as he took a bite, a fishy smell immediately rushed into his throat, salty and dry, and Yang Mo couldn't help but bend over and vomit.
She felt extremely nauseous, as if a rope was pulling outwards from her stomach.
"My dear, what's wrong?" The female officer next to her was startled and rushed forward to serve her. It took Yang Mo a long time to suppress the nausea in her chest.
"Shall we let the envoy from Ding Yuan come and diagnose the empress's pulse?" Chunhe asked carefully.
Yang Mo shook her head, "It's not in the way, maybe it's a good thing."
After giving birth to Xuanhua, Zhou Chengling had been looking forward to having a second child for a long time, but her menstruation had been inaccurate. After waiting for more than a year, she gave up and thought about letting nature take its course and when the baby would arrive.
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Unexpectedly, Zhou Chengling had just set out for the expedition, and there was a reaction from her side.
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This pregnancy is completely different from when she was pregnant with Xuanhua. After only one month, she was tortured to death. The slightest smell of milk would make her vomit for a long time. She couldn't eat sweet, fishy, or greasy food. The kitchen became a mess.
She cooked in various ways, but in the end all she could eat was white rice porridge.
What made her most uncomfortable was the unspeakable pain in her chest, just like in modern times.
Yang Mo called Wei Mao over and ordered, "Let the Yang Le Hall be prepared. The imperial commander will march in person. There will definitely be a lot more wounded soldiers. We must have enough rice and medicinal materials." Her plan was completely disrupted.
If she wasn't pregnant, she still wanted to settle down with Xuanhua, so she chased him all the way to the northwest. Jiang Ping couldn't stop her, and she had legitimate reasons. Zhou Chengling was away, so she really couldn't worry.
Wei Mao said: "Everything is ready. The Yang Le Halls in various places are fully prepared. Send them up along the official road. There will definitely be no shortage of things."
Most of the wounded soldiers who were cured by Yang Le Tang returned to Yang Le Tang to help as long as they could no longer go to the battlefield. They looked at medicines and grains and distributed them to the disabled soldiers. Yang Mo passed on the knowledge of first aid.
It had an unexpected effect on the people of Yakultang. There were very few soldiers who were disabled due to improper treatment.
"That's good. You take your apprentice to take a look..." As Yang Mo spoke, she wanted to get out of bed and walk around. As soon as her feet landed on the ground, her vision suddenly went dark, and the female officer's exclamation came to her ears.
Mo tried hard to open her eyes, but the voices in her ears became farther and farther away from her.
The doorbell of "Dingling Bell" suddenly rang. Yang Mo wanted to figure out what happened, but she couldn't open her eyes.
"Jingle Bell"
I don't know how long the doorbell rang before Yang Mo suddenly woke up. Her chest suddenly started beating wildly. She saw a familiar lamp, a familiar bed, and the scent of lilies filled the room.
"Yang Mo, Yang Mo..." A shout came faintly from the door.
Yang Mo got off the bed and suddenly felt an explosion-like pain in the top of her head. She seemed to have forgotten something and always felt that something was wrong.
The doorbell rang again.
Yang Mo opened the door wearing slippers.
"Yang Mo, you're annoying me to death," Zhou Jing leaned over, "You don't answer the phone, you don't come out to open the door when you ring the doorbell, the people in your department are so unreliable, it's nothing to get a non-drinker drunk.
ability."
Only then did Yang Mo remember that she had her birthday last night. They were probably afraid that she would be unhappy if she got divorced, so they got together to celebrate her birthday. Who knew that after just two glasses of beer, she felt dizzy and couldn't help but return?
When she got home, she threw herself on the bed and slept until dawn. She didn't even hear Zhou Jing ring the doorbell.
"I have a rest today, and I don't have that string in my mind." After entering the door, Yang Mo opened the refrigerator and threw Pulse to Zhou Jing. "It's hard not to be on duty, so I just want to get enough sleep."
Zhou Jing looked around, "Chen Dong didn't come back to pester you again?"
When Chen Dong was mentioned, Yang Mo felt very calm, "He should be thinking about how to keep his official position and how to have time to deal with me."
"It's not a long-term solution for you. You'd better find a like-minded person to accompany you until you grow old. If you have a child, your descendants will be around you in the future..."
Before Zhou Jing could finish speaking, Yang Mo glanced over, "When did you, a newly engaged young woman, figure it out? Want to get married? Want to have children?"
Zhou Jing immediately stretched out her hand, "You, you, you, I can only bear this mouth..."
The two of them laughed for a while, and then Yang Mo's phone rang, "Director, there is a case that I'm not sure about. I sent the checklist to the mailbox. The director will take a look at it when he has time."
Yang Mo responded and hung up. This was a common thing. No matter whether she was at work or at home, she would habitually open her mailbox. The doctor on duty in the department would ask her this question whenever she was unsure.
Zhou Jing said: "Busy again? Are you busy? I wanted to take you out shopping..." Before Zhou Jing could finish her words, the phone rang. The lines on Zhou Jing's face suddenly softened, and her voice became extremely gentle, "
Hey, I'm at Yang Mo's house, are you coming over? Let's meet at the pedestrian street, okay, I'll be there right away."
Yang Mo couldn't help but laugh. Zhou Jing put down the phone and raised her head to meet Yang Mo's eyes. Her cheeks suddenly turned red, "Why are you laughing? I have never laughed at you before." There was a hint of sadness in her words, but her eyes were full of sadness.
Full of happiness again.
A woman in love.
After sending Zhou Jing away, Yang Mo sat by the computer and opened her mailbox to read the medical records. After what happened to Chen Dong, she had lost confidence in love. This is what the so-called heart is like still water. It is good to live like this for the rest of her life. She is free and not afraid of being beaten again.
The phone call urged her to go home.
Yang Mo thought like this, and her heart suddenly tightened, as if there was something she should think of.
what exactly is it?
what exactly is it?
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"The Queen."
"The Queen."
Who are you calling? Yang Mo suddenly opened her eyes, and there were many people surrounding the bed.
Seeing Yang Mo wake up, Director Ding breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out the needle, "How do you feel, the Queen? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Yang Mo shook her head, "It's just that my head is heavy and I can't raise the strength."
"The Empress had such symptoms when she was pregnant with the eldest princess," Courtyard Ding continued. "The prescriptions for preserving the fetus are still needed. The Empress should not get out of bed these days..."
Dean Ding's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away from Yang Mo. After a while, Yang Mo raised her head and said, "As long as you rest like Princess Huai, can you successfully give birth to the child?"
Looking at Yang Mo's confused eyes, Ding Yuan's heart sank for some reason, but he paused before daring to say, "As long as you take a good rest, you will be fine in a month or two."
Yang Mo's eyes fell on the dendrobium on the table.
Why does she feel like she has returned to modern times?
Could it be that her life here has come to an end?
Everything here will eventually come to nothing. She will forget everything and return to her old life. She will not remember every bit of this place. Even Zhou Chengling and her children will forget it.
Or maybe this place is just a dream to her.
Yang Mo suddenly shuddered.
No, not at this time, absolutely not, Zhou Chengling is not by her side, she is pregnant with the child, she has too many things that she cannot let go of.
God, don't make such a joke with her at this time.
Yang Mo's heart suddenly hurt when she thought of this.
The envoy from Ding Yuan said: "Your Majesty is not feeling well, so don't overthink it."
Just keep it quietly like this, maybe it can last until Zhou Chengling comes back.
Yang Mo closed her eyes and let out a long breath, but she pinched her fingers tightly. After a while, she looked at the nanny beside the bed and said, "Bring the eldest princess here, I want to see the eldest princess."
Waiting for Mammy to bring Xuanhua, looking at Xuanhua's smiling face, suddenly a sour taste rushed to Yang Mo's nose.
The child, her child, and her home are all here, why should she go through such a separation of life and death?
She and Zhou Chengling will grow old together and have a family full of children and grandchildren. They have even thought of the names of the next few children.
She doesn't want to leave, she can't leave.
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I couldn't find the internet yesterday. I just learned how to use my mobile phone for wifi today. Three updates today.