It was snowy winter, and the Yongling Palace was covered in silver and looked gorgeous. The cold wind was howling, and the entire Yongling Palace was full of people. Jun Moxiao stood in front of the door in a purple robe, looking at the falling snow that became more and more...
I am in a trance. Even in this cold winter, I still stand upright and full of arrogance and arrogance.
In front, several maids walked over quietly, holding a bowl of hot soup in their hands. Because they were afraid that the cold would affect their taste, they not only kept it on the stove, but even protected it closely.
"Your Majesty..." The maid saluted respectfully, and when she was about to report something, Jun Moxiao raised his hand to strongly signal her to stop.
"Princess just fell asleep!" Jun Moxiao emphasized in a low voice that he would never produce normally.
Xia Zibing has been suffering from morning sickness recently and has no appetite for anything. Her temper is also not very good. Jun Moxiao has been feeling distressed about this and tried various methods. This time, he finally coaxed her to sleep. For fear of waking her up,
He didn't dare to stay in the room. He walked away because he was afraid that Bing'er would wake up and call him. So, for safety reasons, he kept standing at the door.
"But Sir, the imperial doctor said that the princess's condition is a bit unstable. Anti-fetal medicine must be used to ensure the safety of the unborn prince." The maid also spoke in a low voice. She did not dare to have any joy in her voice when speaking.
Jun Moxiao pondered for a moment, staring at the maid's troubled appearance and unable to make up his mind for a moment. After a long time, he took the medicine from the maid's hand and kept it in his arms. He ordered in a deep voice: "Get those bamboo charcoals!"
The maid was absent-minded for a moment, looking at the heater that Jun Moxiao was protecting in his hand. She even used her own robe to protect it, for fear that the heater would suddenly go out. The feeling in her heart could not be described in words.
"Hurry up and go!" Jun Moxiao couldn't help frowning in his spare time, obviously a little impatient.
"Yes!" the maid responded timidly. However, there was an inexplicable fire of jealousy burning in her heart. Why did the princess have such a good life? Why was it that only the princess met such a caring and powerful man like the prince?
How could the maid not know how difficult it is for her to stand at the door with her iron body for several hours and protect the soup to ensure that it is not cold? The prince has been pampered since he was a child, so he has never done anything like this.
In the room, the warm pavilion is fragrant. The faint fragrance of lotus seeds spreads into the whole room. Jun Moxiao knows that the fragrance of lotus seeds likes to be smelled by Bing'er, and it is beneficial to the health and stability of the fetus. He will monitor it regularly every day and no one is allowed to wipe his hands.
Even in this room, not many people could enter. Jun Moxiao never left even half a step. Compared with the outside, the inside was really different.
The red gauze was pulled to the floor, and inside the hibiscus tent, Xia Zibing's petite body lay quietly. A sweet smile hung on the corner of her mouth. She slept beautifully. When she woke up, her thin face had a trace of
color.
"Xiao..." Xia Zibing looked around in a panic. For some reason, Xia Zibing could accept being without him some time ago. But recently, she would feel uneasy even if Jun Moxiao left for a moment. And she fell asleep just now.
At that time, Xiao Mingming promised her that she would always be by his side. But now...
"Xiao, where are you..." Xia Zibing sat up from the bed and got out of bed in a hurry. Just when he was at a loss, the door suddenly opened.
"Bing'er!" Jun Moxiao's figure instantly appeared in front of Xia Zibing.
Xia Zibing seemed to have found something she loved, and ran over regardless of everything. She seemed to have forgotten that she was barefoot and disheveled at this moment. She was far different from the dignified princess.
Jun Moxiao had no choice but to speed up his pace. He held Xia Zibing, who was out of control, with one hand: "I'm afraid of disturbing you to sleep, so I'm guarding you outside the door. Don't worry, I won't leave you." He patted her back with one hand.
, hoping to revive his mood.
After all, it was because I had stood outside for too long, and at this moment, I was holding the soup in one hand. My left hand was shaking uncontrollably.
Xia Zibing soon noticed the discomfort, controlled her emotions, and broke away from Jun Moxiao's arms. When her eyes shifted to Jun Moxiao's right hand, she couldn't help but frown and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"
Jun Moxiao breathed a long sigh of relief and pretended to smile casually: "It's okay! Bing'er, it's time for you to take medicine." He looked at Xia Zibing with a hint of seriousness, indicating that he must drink this stuff.
And when the lid of the soup was opened, Jun Moxiao smelled a smell that was very discordant with the fragrance in the room. He couldn't help but feel dissatisfied: "Xiao, no! I'm afraid of bitterness."
She pouted and protested strongly that the broken potion must enter her mouth.
Jun Moxiao put the medicine on the table, turned around and looked at Xia Zibing, who was acting coquettishly and begging for mercy. She was speechless.
"It's okay if you don't want to drink it!" Jun Moxiao suddenly looked at Xia Zibing very generously, but then he picked up the bowl of still steaming soup: "I'll drink it for you."