Wen Jin was wiping Chang Lin's sweat with a handkerchief. When he heard this, he suddenly felt in his heart that he had chosen to come back to Fu Jingheng. Such a situation had been expected.
But there was still a sharp pain in her heart. She lowered her head and said nothing, holding her son's little hand to prevent him from scratching her face.
Fu Jingheng waited for a long time before Wen Jin became jealous and discordant with him, but she silently did not respond, but he was aroused by her indifference and couldn't calm down. Did she return to the palace just to have a father for her child?
"It's about to give birth over there, can you give me some reaction?"
Wen Jin was startled. He was not her father. How would she react? She stared at him and said, "Congratulations. You are going to be a father."
"Blame me?" Fu listened to her words, neither salty nor bland, she was perfunctory and didn't know what it was like.
Wen Jin shook his head, "No. Your Majesty is going to be blessed with a precious son. I, my concubine, and Chang Lin are happy for you."
Fu Jingheng pinched her chin and looked into her eyes, "Do you think I am unhappy?"
Wen Jin didn't understand what he meant. He told the world that Empress Xigong would give birth to a child for him. Isn't he happy...
Fu Jingheng touched Chang Lin's forehead, and the touch was hot. Wen Jin took care of the sick eldest child with his pregnancy. He was not supposed to leave, but he was indeed curious about the child born there, and he should also fulfill his responsibility. If there was a difficult delivery,
One corpse and two lives, the death of the saint, is an ominous sign, and rumors of the country's subjugation will spread like wildfire, so nothing unexpected happens in Duanmu.
"I didn't mean to leave you all when Chang Lin had a high fever and had chickenpox." Fu Jingheng touched Wen Jin's forehead. He didn't know when he started to like to explain to her. Explanation can resolve many conflicts. He found it interesting, "I'll come over later and talk to her."
You take care of Chang Lin together. Zhang Tingxin is always here, never leaving. Feel at ease."
Wen Jin didn't want to let him go in her heart. The child was suffering from chicken pox and had a high fever. She also had another baby in her belly. She couldn't cope with it.
But Nishinomiya gave birth, and she had no reason not to let him go. Nishinomiya gave birth to a legitimate prince and daughter, with a higher status than hers. She restrained her voice from shaking and said, "Oh, okay. You go and do your work."
Well. I have grandma, Ting Ning, and a bunch of servants to help me, I can handle it."
Chang Lin's father is about to become someone else's father, and there will be many times like this when both parties need him.
Wen Jin had foreseen it and didn't cry or make trouble or scratch him. She was very calm, so calm that Fu Jingheng was worried about gains and losses.
Fu Jingheng reached out and wanted to touch Wen Jin's face, but he didn't touch it. He only called her softly: "Wen Jin."
Wen Jin's heart softened when he called her. He was always like this, and he always made her feel that he had no choice but to let her down.
He didn't stop, stood up and left the middle palace, crossed the lake and came to the Jinhua Palace in the west palace.
Whether Su Wenjin loves me or not, Fu Jingheng was actually thinking about this in Jinhua Palace. Even though Fu Chang was plotting to cause trouble, he was thinking in his heart whether Wenjin still had him in his heart. He became less and less like himself.
As soon as Fu left, Wen Jin's eyes felt a little hot, but she couldn't cry. She had to walk the path she chose on her knees. This was the harem. He was not her husband alone. She waved Fu Li's figure out
mind, and then concentrate on taking care of Chang Lin.
Grandma said softly: "I wonder what the West Palace can give birth to. Can it capture the emperor's soul? Anyway, we have a boy, and there is another one in the belly. We are not afraid that the emperor will not come. If we ask her to give birth to a fat boy, your life will be miserable.
That’s difficult. That’s a legitimate legitimate marriage. Even though you’ve been with the emperor for many years, he didn’t give you a legitimate wife’s name.”
"The child will be healthy."
"Mom has no status, how can she protect the child, girl Jin." Grandma was used to the turmoil in the harem, and Jin'er gave birth to a son and was pregnant again, which was very eye-catching.
Wen Jin looked at her grandma, but she also hoped that her child would be successful in the future and did not want to be overshadowed. Giving birth there was very exciting for her, and she did not want the child to be born as a commoner.
The emperor waited quietly behind the screen and did not go behind the screen to check. In the inner room, Duanmu Fu looked pale. The difficult labor made her body wet with sweat and she was exhausted, but she still could not give birth.
"Your Majesty, this concubine is in pain, Your Majesty..." Duanmufu cried out coquettishly, suffering tremendous pain, "Save our child, save our child!"
Fu Jingheng sat on the chair, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. In his mind, he was wondering what Su Wenjin would look like when giving birth, would he be squeamish, or would he endure the pain silently? He wanted to watch the whole process, and he told Lao Mo: "Be sure to keep it safe.
Take the life of the saint."
Xia Ranshuang was anxious, pacing back and forth, "No, the situation is critical, and these imperial doctors can't do anything. Zhang Tingxin needs to come and take a look in person. If Fu'er has some shortcomings, and the saint girl falls, it will be a sign of the country's demise.
At that time, rumors will spread in the court, and the people's hearts will be unstable."
Fu Jingheng frowned, remembering that Chang Lin had a high fever and was in critical condition with chickenpox. He had already left Wen Jin and came to the West Palace. If Zhang Tingxin was called again, what would Wen Jin have left?
He and Wen Jin have been deeply emotional for the past year, and he really doesn't want to stir up trouble again. What if she remarries again?
But the saint cannot make any mistakes. He will not allow anything that harms the fate of the country to happen, even if it makes Wen Jin sad. He will ensure the stability of the court first.
But he hopes that Wen Jin can understand and accompany him to the end. If she can't understand, she will always avoid him, blame him, and cry. Although he pities her, he also feels that she is not a woman strong enough to stand by his side. After all,
What he needs is not just a lover seeking protection in his arms, but a woman who can stand by his side.
Of course, it is best to be lovers and to be together side by side.
He put down the tea bowl and told Lao Mo: "Send Zhang Ting to come here."
Lao Mo said nervously: "But Your Majesty, His Highness Chang Lin over there has a high fever and chicken pox. The situation is also very critical! Chang Zai will be sad if we evacuate people at this time."
Duanmu Fu clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that I am pregnant with a prince. Please save our son. Fu'er cannot live without a child. Mother and child are connected, Your Majesty! Please save Fu'er and
Our son!"
Fu Jingheng's eyes flashed with confusion. He couldn't remember the process of doting on Duanmu, and there was always a knot in his heart.
Xia Ranshuang immediately said: "Here, the prince's son was born in difficult labor, almost one dead and two dead. Over there, it was just a child with a high fever and chickenpox. Under normal circumstances, it is not serious. You, Hen'er, also had it when you were a child!"
Which one is more important, the destiny of the country or the children with chickenpox! We just announced to the world that we have a saint, and the saint died after the next day. How is the Fu family so unlucky?"
Fu Jingheng's heart said that it was important for his son to have chickenpox, and every chickenpox affected his heart, but his reason told him that he should not neglect the fate of the country and seek stability in everything.
"Old Mo, go and send Zhang Tingxin and ask some imperial doctors to take care of Chang Lin. Tell Chang Zai that I will accompany her later to compensate her and ask her not to panic."
"Yes." Lao Mo took several imperial doctors to the middle palace. These imperial doctors were all students of Zhang Tingxin, and their medical skills were inferior to Zhang Tingxin's.
Zhang Tingying was helping Chang Lin apply medicine to the chickenpox wound he had scratched. Chang Lin was stung by the sting, so he used his small hand to wave away the hand of the court judge's uncle.
Wen Jin was so distressed that she grabbed her son's two little arms and coaxed her son softly: "Chang Lin, be good, don't cry. Grandma touched your head. Grandma kissed me. Don't cry, baby. Don't cry anymore."
OK."
Chang Lin was only eight months old, but he was not willing to cooperate. The stings were so painful that he cried almost silently, which was very heart-wrenching.
Grandma has been standing next to her worriedly, "Zhang Tingxi, please apply the medicine slowly, the child is in pain from the sting. Look at your clumsiness! Not only can you not use medicine alone, but your skills are also bad!"
Zhang Ting said unjustly: "I'm too gentle to be like myself. Grandma, look at whether I pointed at the orchid. Children's skin is tender, and it hurts when the skin is broken. Even adults can't bear it, let alone children."
Lao Mo was wandering around the room and saw that Zhang Tingxin was busy. Chang Zai and his grandma were both concerned about the children. He was a little speechless and felt like a despicable villain. The Lord always asked him to do bad things and speak inhuman words.
He passed it on, but the child in the West Palace couldn't come out and he was worried. After the death of the saint, the state funeral was a big turmoil. It took him a long time to say: "Always here."
Wen Jin turned around and saw Lao Mo coming with several young doctors, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Lao Mo? Is something wrong?"
"It's difficult to give birth over there in the West Palace, and the baby can't come out. Several young imperial doctors have tried their best, but they can't. Your Majesty asked Zhang Tingxin to go over and treat her." Lao Mo finally said it.
"Oh. That's it." Wen Jin's strength was drained from her body, "Now? Can Zhang Yuan order Chang Lin to finish applying the medicine?"
Lao Mo was confused: "The child over there can't get off... Your Majesty, please let us pass now."
Wen Jin looked at Chang Lin, who was covered in chickenpox, and took the medicine from Zhang Tingxin, "You go to the West Palace. Although some of your students are not as good as you, you can hand over the medicine and let them do it."