Li Xiao fell into a coma for six or seven days, relying on decoctions to survive. When he opened his mouth, his voice was extremely weak: "I'm hungry."
Wang Wei quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves, turned around and went out. After a while, she brought a bowl of hot porridge to the bed. She scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently, and carefully fed Li Xiao something to drink.
The porridge is sweet, glutinous and very delicious.
Li Xiao drank half a bowl before he had the strength to ask: "What kind of porridge? It's so delicious."
Wang Wei held back tears and whispered: "That's Laba porridge."
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it is a custom to drink Laba porridge made from various grains. This is a folk custom in the Jin Dynasty.
Li Xiao drank the other half of the bowl, and then whispered: "During the Laba Festival in the past, there was Laba porridge in the military camp, and he drank it with his elder brother."
Now, the eldest brother is no longer here.
Li Xiao's eyes turned red, and tears welled up quickly.
Wang Wei's eyes were also red, and she wiped Li Xiao's tears with a handkerchief: "He knows better than anyone the feeling of the death of a loved one. I felt bad, so I cried hard. After crying, I prayed for a strong life.
.In this way, our relatives in Didong can truly feel at ease."
Wang Wei lost her mother first, then her two brothers, and Ruming's father also died. No one understands the pain and discomfort better than her.
Li Xiao cried silently at first, but soon a beast-like wail erupted from his throat.
Wang Wei put down the bowl, avoided his injury, and hugged him tightly. Tears from both of them gathered on their cheeks and rolled down.
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"Prince Princess, tomorrow is the Laba Festival, so the chef will make the Laba porridge specially."
In the Beihai Palace in the capital, Yuhan smiled and held up a steaming bowl of Laba porridge.
Zhao Xiyan smiled helplessly: "He vomited even after eating. It was just a waste of energy."
"How can it be the same?" Haitang took over the conversation with a smile: "You can throw up if you want to, and you should eat as much as you should. Please tell me if your stomach is empty and you can't even throw up even if you want to, that would be too much suffering."
Counting the months, Zhao Xiyan has been pregnant for more than two months. The morning sickness became more and more severe, so she couldn't even drink water. After a while, she puked it all off. Her rosy cheeks became much thinner.
The sweet aroma of Laba porridge floated into her nose, and Zhao Xiyan suddenly had an appetite. She picked up the spoon and started eating slowly.
The Laba porridge in Wangfu uses good quality glutinous rice, red beans and black beans. It contains many dried fruits and nuts. It takes half a month to brew the liquid tea, which is sweet and soft.
Zhao Xiyan ate a bowl, feeling warm and comfortable in her stomach. She raised her head and smiled at Hosta Begonia: "That Laba porridge was delicious. He is very well now."
Hosta and Haitang looked at each other and smiled. During those confinement days, Zhao Xiyan vomited whatever she ate. The two of them saw it and were worried about their master. It was rare for them to eat some tomorrow.
After Xu Ying came over and heard about this, she was also happy: "It's rare to have something to eat. Wrong, the bright moon is the Laba Festival, and the palace will reward Laba porridge. There are many people who have good relations with each other, so I also ask for it."
I don't have to worry about some of those things. He will take care of them."
Zhao Xiyan was pregnant and asked for peace of mind to raise the baby. All the external affairs in the palace were left to Xu Ying.
Zhao Xiyan agreed with a smile and glanced consciously in the direction of the palace.
Laba Festival...
In his previous life, on that day, the prince suddenly fell ill and died.
In tomorrow's life, many things will be different from those in the previous life. I hope that the prince can survive his death safely.
Xu Erwu suddenly walked in quickly, with a solemn look on his face, and reported in a low voice: "To the crown prince, to the county prince, there is news from the palace. The bright moon in the east of the prince's palace suddenly fainted, and the court meeting broke up at that time.
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Xu Ying was startled and stood up suddenly: "Is there any serious problem in the east of the Prince's Palace?"
Xu Erwu replied in a low voice: "I just received the news that Dian Dong fell ill and fainted. The rest is unclear at the moment."
Zhao Xiyan also frowned, feeling heavy in her heart.
Xu Ying was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, spinning around: "What should we do?"
Xu Jing and the prince are as close as each other. It can be said that Xu Jing’s success cannot be separated from the prince’s strong support. Once the prince makes a mistake...
"Third sister, don't panic." Zhao Xiyan's voice was quite calm: "The prince is in the palace. If anything happens, he can respond in time."
Zhao Xiyan's calmness is extremely contagious.
Xu Ying's panic-stricken heart gradually calmed down, and she sighed: "I said no, there is no point in being anxious now. You just have to be patient and wait."
…
At this time, the palace was already in chaos.
Everyone knows that the prince is frail and sick. However, few people know whether the prince suffers from a congenital heart disease.
At the Mingyue Xiaochao meeting, the prince's face suddenly turned red and he fell straight to the east. Fortunately, Xu Jing, who was standing beside the prince, had quick eyes and legs and helped the prince in time.
The prince suddenly fell ill, and Emperor Yongming was in chaos. He shouted sternly: "Hurry up and get the imperial doctor!"
A group of imperial doctors rushed into Fuyou Hall like flying.
In Jiaofang Hall, Queen Su was shocked to hear the bad news, her face turned red, and she said tremblingly: "Quickly, go to Fuyou Hall."
Muzhi and another palace man, one on the left and the other on the right, supported Queen Su to quickly go to Fuyou Hall.
There were rapid footsteps coming from behind, accompanied by the sound of crying.
No Su Huan's voice.
Queen Su's red-blooded mind suddenly calmed down. She turned around and met Su Huan, who was running in hastily with tears on her face, and said, "Wipe your tears. Jun'er will be fine."
Su Huan choked and nodded, wiped her tears with her sleeves, and held Queen Su's arm in front of her.
"Wait a minute." A familiar voice came from far away.
Queen Su frowned, her tone revealing her displeasure: "You are not allowed to shout loudly in the palace. I have learned the rules for several months, but why am I so impetuous?"
Murong Yan felt aggrieved. However, in the past two months, she had really suffered a lot in learning the rules. She didn't dare to defend herself, so she immediately apologized in a low voice.
Empress Su was completely disapproving of the prince and had no time to pay attention to Murong Yan, so she turned around and entered Fuyou Hall.
Murong Yan bit her lip, lowered her head and followed.
Once she entered the palace gate, she was as deep as the sea. Only after marrying into the East Palace did she realize how naive she had been.
Obviously her father and brother were working in the palace, but her concubine, the crown prince, did not even have a chance to see her father and brother. Hongyue learned the rules in Jiaofang Palace, and after learning the rules, she returned to the East Palace to stay. So many confinement in her heart
, she has never even been to the Imperial Garden, let alone Fuyou Hall.
Prince Mingyue suddenly fell ill, so she followed Su Huan and ran over.
She actually didn't care at all what happened to the prince. Her concubine, the prince's concubine, was just a decoration in name only. She didn't care if the prince made mistakes, so why should she ask her to give her heart to the prince?
Murong Yan, who was full of resentment, was stopped outside the dormitory.
Even Su Huan was not qualified to enter the dormitory.
Queen Su hurriedly entered the bedroom. When she saw the prince lying on the bed with a blushing face, Queen Su burst into tears.
