After Wen Xiaotu had breakfast, he asked Hongguo to get a piece of fine moon-white brocade, planning to embroider a simple little purse to deal with the emperor.
She first drew an embroidery picture, a bamboo branch with seven or eight bamboo leaves on it. Well, it was very simple, and it only used one color!
The composition is well-proportioned, concise and elegant, so it should be very simple to embroider.
Wen Xiaotu had wonderful thoughts, but the reality was very skinny.
"Ouch!" After a few stitches, Wen Xiaotu pricked the pad of his finger with a needle! The cry was like a mutton-fat jade with its tail stepped on! It was extremely miserable.
Hongguo quickly put down the half-finished shoe upper in his hand and hurried forward. He saw blood beads on his mother-in-law's green fingertips, and the fine moon white brocade was also stained with blood, and the brocade was stained with blood.
Only half a scrawled bamboo leaf.
Hongguo quickly pressed the empress' fingertips with the handkerchief and said softly: "This prick is not shallow! With ten fingers connected to the heart, it must be extremely painful."
Wen Xiaotu sighed: "It's probably because I haven't used needlework for a long time, and I'm all rusty."
After pressing her fingertips for a while, the blood stopped flowing. Wen Xiaotu threw the blood-stained embroidery aside. She stretched her body and said, "I'm probably not feeling well. I'll take a nap first."
Hongguo said "yes" and served the empress to remove the hairpin and loosen her bun. She also asked Xiaoyu Xiaohan to go inside and make the bed, and light the soothing incense.
Wen Xiaotu loosened his outer robe, lay comfortably on his fragrant couch, and soon fell asleep soundly.
About half an hour later, the emperor arrived. Not only did he not send a message in advance, but he also brought Imperial Physician Fu.
"Are you sleeping again?" Ming Zhao looked happy, "Then keep your voice down and don't disturb Zhao Yi. Doctor Fu will follow me to the inner room."
"Yes!" Imperial Physician Fu followed the emperor into Empress Zhaoyi's dormitory carrying the medicine box.
Even at the level of the ninth concubine, it is not possible to ask for Ping'an pulse every day. For concubines and concubines in the palace, they usually ask for Ping'an pulse once every ten days. Of course, if you feel unwell, you can also summon the imperial physician.
It has been seven or eight days since Wen Xiaotu last asked for Ping An's pulse.
At that time, Dr. Fu naturally did not diagnose the Hua pulse.
The light in the inner room was dim, and Ming Zhao couldn't help but slow down his steps. He lifted up the moon-white gold-woven curtain and saw A'tu, her hair loosened and makeup removed, sleeping peacefully.
He carefully took out a soft white wrist from the brocade quilt, turned around and glanced at Imperial Physician Fu.
Dr. Fu bowed forward, took out the pulse pillow and gauze from the medicine box, spread the gauze on Zhaoyi's wrist, and placed the pulse pillow under the wrist, and then started taking the pulse.
Emperor Ming Zhao whispered: "Wen Zhaoyi has a very good appetite recently, is easily tired and easily tired, and is so sleepy. Is it because she is happy?"
Doctor Fu felt the pulse and showed a bit of hesitation, "Back to the emperor, the pulse is indeed like a Hua pulse, but... Zhaoyi has not yet reached the day of Yue Xin, so I am not sure."
Whether you are pregnant or not cannot be determined simply by feeling your pulse. What's more, it's less than a month old, so Dr. Fu really doesn't dare to make a random conclusion.
Ming Zhao frowned: "Then wait a few more days!"
Emperor Mingzhao had already decided in his heart that they were inseparable.
Pregnancy is naturally a good thing, but as a result, it is not appropriate to make a fuss about this birthday. However, such an important day cannot be careless.
After coming out of the inner room, Emperor Mingzhao ordered with a straight face: "From now on, Changyi Palace will have to call on Ping Anmai every day. Apart from that, all other errands will be left to others. You are only responsible for taking care of me."
Zhaoyi!"
"Yes, I obey the order!" Facing the young Emperor, sweat broke out on the forehead of the seventy-year-old doctor. He was only responsible for looking after Wen Zhaoyi, which meant that if anything happened to Wen Zhaoyi, he would
My life is at risk!
Several palace maids and eunuchs in Changyi Palace also looked frightened. What happened to Empress Zhaoyi?
The sharp-eyed Emperor suddenly saw an embroidered quilt lying crookedly on the incense table next to the Arhat's couch. It was made of moon-white brocade, with a few embroidery stitches on it, but there was a bright red blood stain on it.
"This is -" Ming Zhao picked up the embroidered bag, his face tense.
Hongguo knelt down and replied: "This is the sachet embroidered by Empress Zhaoyi for the Emperor. It's just that Empress Zhaoyi was tired today, so she accidentally pricked her finger."
Mingzhao's face changed slightly. If I hadn't insisted on her becoming a female celebrity, Atu wouldn't have pricked her finger.
At this time, Wen Xiaotu rubbed his eyes, disheveled his hair, and walked out staring at an ugly face with pits. While rubbing his eyes, he muttered: "It's so noisy!"
Hong Guo's face turned pale with fright, and she hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the Emperor is here!"
"Ah?" Wen Xiaotu's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and he opened his eyes wide. Isn't there an emperor standing next to the Arhat couch?
She quickly curtsied and saluted. Her knees were bent halfway, but she was helped up by a strong arm. He explained in a low voice: "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep."
Wen Xiaotu thought to himself, even if you mean it, I don't dare to settle the score with you. "It's my concubine who is too lazy to make the emperor laugh." - It's a bit embarrassing to sleep soundly in the early morning.
Ming Zhao couldn't help but smile, with a bit of endearment in his eyes, "I'm tired, so I need to rest. Besides -" he raised the embroidered bandage on his hand, "don't be a female celebrity anymore."
Wen Xiaotu was stunned: "But didn't the emperor ask the concubines to do it?" - Why did you change your story again?
Ming Zhao was silent for a moment and then said: "I didn't know that you would prick your finger." - He pricked his hand after just a few stitches. If he finished the embroidery, wouldn't it mean that all his fingers would be pricked? Although I am very sensitive
I want the purse embroidered by Atu herself, but if the price is to make Atu hurt, I would rather not give it.
Wen Xiaotu was a little embarrassed, her skills were not so bad originally...
"Eh? Why is Imperial Physician Fu here?" Wen Xiaotu glanced at Imperial Physician Fu suspiciously.
Doctor Fu did not dare to speak clearly and looked at His Majesty the Emperor.
Emperor Mingzhao stretched out his hand and stroked Wen Xiaotu's long black hair, and said softly: "I just saw how greedy you were about eating and sleeping, so I thought you might be happy."
Wen Xiaotu: What?!
Wen Xiaotu was dumbfounded and said after a long time: "It won't be so fast, right?"
Ming Zhao smiled ambiguously: "Actually, it's not too fast."
After saying that, Ming Zhao coughed twice and said, "Anyway, you have been recovering well these past few days. Doctor Fu will come to you every day to ask for your safety until the diagnosis is completely confirmed."
Wen Xiaotu nodded, "Concubine, I understand." It hasn't been diagnosed yet, maybe she just has spring sleepiness.
The emperor gave a few instructions and left Changyi Palace.
Instantly, the Changyi Palace was filled with an atmosphere of joy, as if Wen Xiaotu had been confirmed to be pregnant.
Wen Xiaotu was speechless for three seconds, then ordered: "Gress me up, I have to go to... um, Jinghua Palace." - Xin Ruozhi was a little worried.
