In September of the first year of Chengming, Queen Ming gave birth to the emperor's eldest son.
Amnesty to the world.
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After a long, long time, Mingwei woke up.
For a moment, she didn't know where she was or who she was.
The pain of childbirth has faded, but a greater emptiness has emerged.
Until someone held her hand.
"slight."
Mingwei slowly turned her eyes and saw Yang Shu looking at her cautiously, as if he was afraid of breaking her.
She smiled.
"I'm fine." She touched Kong Kong's belly and asked, "Where is the child?"
The wet nurse brought the baby, and Yang Shu took it and placed it next to her.
"He is very good. Look, his eyes can open now. The Queen Mother said he must be a clever guy."
Mingwei lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy beside him.
It was a small ball with red skin. It looked around with its eyes open and its little tongue curled and sucked. It was very experienced.
Yang Shu saw her frowning slightly and looking confused, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Mingwei hesitated and said: "I heard that when babies are born, they are all wrinkled and ugly. Why does he..."
Yang Shu smiled: "I said the same thing just now, but I was scolded by the queen. How can I disdain that my child is growing well? Mr. Zhong said that it was because you raised the child well during pregnancy and the child was well-nourished that it is so healthy."
After hearing the explanation, Mingwei finally let go of her worries.
"Has the name been decided yet?" she asked.
Yang Shu said: "Just use the word Yi, as we said before."
Mingwei nodded: "Yihe is happy and safe."
"Well, my nickname is Chang'an, okay?"
The two watched the child for a while, until he started crying and the wet nurse took him away to nurse him.
Mingwei was very sleepy, drank a bowl of rice porridge, and fell asleep again.
This sleep lasted for a long time.
When I woke up, the surroundings were dark.
As soon as she moved, Yang Shu stood up next to her.
The lamp was lit, and the room was brightly lit.
He looked relieved and said with a smile: "You can really sleep, it's already dark. Get up and eat something first?"
Mingwei said "hmm", and she felt that she had slept for a long time.
When the palace servants came in to serve, Yang Shu looked at the memorial.
"Why are you here? Didn't Mom let us sleep in separate rooms temporarily?"
Yang Shu said: "I can't sleep! Just take pity on me and let me have a rest!"
Ming Wei smiled slightly: "I've heard of eating and drinking, but I've never heard of sleeping."
After she washed up and put on clean clothes, Yang Shu came over to dine with her.
Then he asked the palace man: "Is the little prince still sleeping?"
The palace man smiled and replied: "Maybe he knows that the empress is awake, and the little prince has also woken up just now."
Yang Shu was very excited: "Hurry up and take her over here to see if she has grown up."
"It's only been a while, how could you possibly tell?" Mingwei said, then casually put away the memorial he had read half of.
When she closed it, her hand paused for a moment and then put it down as if nothing had happened.
A newborn baby only eats and sleeps. The two looked at it for a while, and he quickly fell asleep.
Yang Shu saw her yawning again and said, "Let's go to sleep too. You need to get more rest now. Giving birth is very damaging to your vitality."
"good."
The lights went out again, leaving only a dim light in the corner.
Mingwei was lying on the bed, with the words on the memorial floating in front of his eyes.
After a while, she said: "Actually, I slept for more than a day, right? I saw the date."
Yang Shu trembled, turned sideways and took her into his arms.
"It's okay. Mr. Zhong has already prescribed it. I'll keep it slowly from now on."
Her eyes were moist, and she only responded: "Okay."
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Mingwei was actually prepared for it.
What Old Xuanwu said was not an exaggeration.
Her ability to exist in this world is a blessing to Chang'an.
And this blessing will be exhausted one day.
She could only try her best to live longer and spend more time with her father and son.
After giving birth to the child, her health was not very good.
Fortunately, everyone was very considerate of her and didn't let her worry too much.
Queen Mother Pei took over the palace affairs, saying that she was still very young and would have nothing to do for another twenty years.
As for the child, there was a wet nurse, a palace attendant, and Su Jie and Bing Xin watching over her, so she didn't need to worry too much.
Chang'an looks very good, and when he is one year old, he can already call her mother.
Perhaps the family atmosphere was too normal and he did not realize the loneliness of the royal family at all.
When she was three years old, Chang'an came to ask her: "Mom, when will I have younger brothers and sisters?"
Mingwei was surprised: "Why do you suddenly think of your younger brothers and sisters? Who taught you?"
Chang'an said: "Tianyou said that Ale and Zhenzhen are not my younger siblings. I want to call them uncle and aunt."
Tianyou is the second son of Prince An, who is the same age as Chang'an. Ale and Zhenzhen are twins born to Princess An, who are only eight months old.
Princess An gave birth to five children in one breath, which is amazing.
Mingwei hugged him and said, "When mother gave birth to you, she used a lot of strength, so she couldn't give birth."
Chang'an thought for a while, hugged her back, and comforted her like a young adult: "Don't be sad, Mom, I'm still here!"
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In the fifth year of the Ming Dynasty, Southern Chu was in turmoil. Tang Shao killed the king and seized the throne, changing the country's name to Wu.
Not missing the opportunity, Yang Shu sent his troops southward with Cao Yong and Zong Rui as generals.
This battle lasted five years.
At a disadvantage, Tang Shao went to the battlefield in person and killed Cao Yong.
Yang Shu drove south and settled in Jiangyang.
Tang Shao was attacked by aristocratic families and was defeated like a mountain.
All the noble families offered his body and surrendered to the Qi army.
Yang Shu ordered people to bury him alive, posthumously named him Marquis of Wuxing, and buried him in Jiangyang.
At this point, the world is unified.
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It’s autumn again.
Mingwei watched the fallen leaves falling all over the ground.
Chang'an is ten years old and has established a prince.
After school, he hurried back to Zichen Hall.
Just as he was about to shout, Duofu stopped him.
He followed Duofu's direction and saw that Mingwei was asleep on the lounge chair on the porch, holding a fallen leaf in his hand.
Chang'an walked over, knelt down in front of her, and gently held her hand.
Her hands became thinner and thinner, so pale that you could see the blood vessels under the skin.
It took me three full days to wake up from this sleep.
Chang'an was in front of her bed, holding a book and crying while reading.
Ming smiled and asked him: "What's wrong? Have you been punished by the master? You are so old, it looks so ugly when you cry."
Chang'an rushed over to her and asked her with tears in her eyes: "Mom, you won't leave, right? You will always stay with me, right? I haven't grown up yet!"
Mingwei rubbed his head, feeling sad beyond words.
"When will your father come back?"
Chang'an sobbed and replied: "We are already on the way. The master said it will take about half a month."
"Well. You should study hard with your master and don't give your father a chance to punish you."
"I know……"
In the remaining half of the month, Mingwei slept more and woke less.
Empress Dowager Pei invited Zhong Yue to come back and guard the Zichen Hall day and night.
However, she is not sick, and no matter how sophisticated medical skills are, she cannot cure her.
When he woke up again, Mingwei asked Duofu: "Where is my hexagram tube? Let's take a look."
Duofu took out the divination tube and persuaded her: "Miss, you are not in a good state of mind right now. Can I help you figure it out?"
Mingwei shook his head: "No, I must calculate this hexagram myself."
Having said that, she just wiped the copper coins clean one by one and put them back into the hexagram tube.
Duofu knew that she was waiting for her fortune teller to come back. (To be continued)