The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Wei Shaoxuan smiled, "How useless do you think your husband is? The country is peaceful and the people are safe, and he is just taking care of you for a while. How can it affect government affairs? You just think too much and cause trouble for yourself. That's why you are weak and sick."

Jiang Nanqiu thought about it and agreed. "Then I will think less about it from now on, try to stay healthy, and spend more years with you and our son."

Wei Shaoxuan paused with his hand holding the spoon, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Nanqiu noticed that his mood was not right, so he quickly changed his words and said, "I said the wrong thing. I will be with you forever."

After Wei Shaoxuan fed her the medicine, he carefully wiped her mouth, and finally took off his outer robe and went to bed to hold her. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Tomorrow I will send someone to the temple to perform a ritual to pray for you. As long as we can stay together forever, I am willing to donate even a mountain of gold and silver."

Jiang Nanqiu patted her back gently and said, "Why don't you give me the money? Why waste it for no reason? Be more lenient and kill less people. It will be more useful than mountains of gold and silver."

Wei Shaoxuan didn't want to tire her out, so he coaxed her to sleep after talking for a while. His embrace was very warm, and Jiang Nanqiu slept soundly, with her breath gently lingering on his neck.

Wei Shaoxuan put his hand on her waist and touched it gently. The body that he had nurtured to be plump over the years had become thin again. Don't lose any more weight. If you lose more weight, your waist will break easily.

Jiang Nanqiu's illness lasted a long time this time, and it was sometimes better and sometimes worse. But the good times were few, and the bad times were many. Sometimes she thought of the past, which made things worse, and she almost died of sadness. Wei Shaoxuan no longer dared to give her the improved medicine. He could only coax her in every way, and only use mild medicine to suppress it when it really didn't work.

At this time, letting her take those forgetfulness medicines was no longer to win her heart, but just to save her life. But even so, her flower-like face gradually became pale and her wrists and ankles became thinner.

On this day, Jiang Nanqiu woke up very late. He looked at Wei Shaoxuan for a long time before saying, "You don't have to stay here all the time."

Wei Shaoxuan said, "You sleep so long every day now. I took care of the affairs of the previous dynasty while you were asleep. It won't delay anything if I come back to take care of you. So you don't have to worry."

Jiang Nanqiu nodded and smiled.

The child was sensible, and was cute and adorable in front of Jiang Nanqiu, but she was crying silently behind her back. Wei Shaoxuan wiped away his tears, feeling depressed, but could not show it in front of the child.

Concubine Gong boldly took the initiative to meet the emperor, "Your Majesty, the situation is different now. Let's not talk about those taboos. Whatever we do, the most important thing is to cure the Empress. If the imperial physician can't do anything, we can ask outside to do it. There is no need to stick to any doctor or witch doctor. As long as you have the ability, come and try. Maybe you can cure it."

Originally, she did not dare to take the risk of such an audience. But everyone knew that the emperor had been tortured by the queen's illness for a long time. He was only gentle and kind in front of the queen, and he was a different person when away from her. Even the trusted confidant was afraid of losing his head if he spoke.

But thinking about how good Jiang Nanqiu was to her and the child, and being persuaded by the new palace maid around her, she finally gritted her teeth and came.

The queen cannot die. If she dies, and the emperor replaces her with a vicious queen, how can she and the two children be saved?

After hearing her words, Wei Shaoxuan remained silent for a long while.

He asked, "You said you have ability? Who else has ability?"

He was not the kind of person who followed the rules, so when the imperial physician failed to cure him, he invited doctors from outside. There were witch doctors and shamans, but after these people examined him, Jiang Nanqiu still could not get any effect.

Apart from these people, who else can be useful?

Concubine Gong remembered the young palace maid's reminder and said, "There are many Taoist monks among the people. They don't usually treat illnesses, but they are very effective when they do. Especially for a case like yours where the cause of the illness cannot be found, the masters in the imperial temples and Taoist temples may be able to prescribe the right medicine for your condition."

After hearing this, Wei Shaoxuan was moved. He had never thought about this before.

Wei Shaxuan issued an order to search for anyone in the capital who had attained enlightenment and practiced Taoism, offering a huge reward to anyone who could cure the queen's illness.

In order to avoid delaying Jiang Nanqiu's treatment, he did not bother to check the identities of each person. As long as there was a guarantor, he would let them in. Sometimes, he could let more than a dozen high monks into Zichen Palace in a day. Anyway, he was personally guarding by the side, and the palace was heavily guarded. He did not believe that these people would dare to play any tricks under his nose.

Finally one day, a handsome middle-aged monk came.

He actually knew how to take a pulse and asked if it was convenient to touch the Empress's golden body.

At this moment, Wei Shaoxuan only cared about Jiang Nanqiu getting better, so he nodded and agreed. The monk shook Jiang Nanqiu's hand, apologized, and began to examine and treat him carefully. Wei Shaoxuan was upset, so he didn't care about the offensive movements of his hands, and only paid attention to his expression.

The monk pondered for a long time, then smiled with a bit of confidence, "Your Majesty, I may be able to cure your majesty's illness."

Wei Shaoxuan's eyes lit up, "Then give it a try. If it works, I will satisfy you no matter what conditions you set."

The monk smiled and said, "The Queen is kind and benevolent. Her health is a blessing for the country and the people. If she can be cured, I would like to ask the Emperor to build a temple to protect beggars and refugees. This would be a great virtue."

Wei Shaoxuan said, "Gods and Buddhas above, as long as the queen is safe, I would be willing to build a hundred temples, not just one."

The monk put his hands together in thanks, and the others also praised him highly.

After Wei Shaoxuan asked the monk how to treat the disease, he thought about it and then prepared a separate small courtyard in the Zichen Palace for the monk to live in, and sent a few eunuchs to serve him.

It was late at night. One of the eunuchs who served the monk quietly came to the study and knelt down, "Your Majesty, there is no trace of disguise on this man. He must be his original appearance."

Wei Shaoxuan said, "Keep a close eye on it and report to me immediately if anything goes wrong."

The young eunuch agreed and quietly withdrew.

After dealing with this matter, Wei Shaoxuan returned to the bedroom and gently held the hand of Jiang Nanqiu who was sleeping.

The monk's method of treating the queen was very simple. He ordered his men to prepare some detoxifying and strengthening medicine for her to drink every few days, and he also chanted scriptures for half an hour by her bedside every day.

Before boiling the medicine, Wei Shaoxuan consulted many imperial doctors to see if the prescription was inappropriate. After studying it, they all said that although the prescription seemed to have no obvious effect, it was not harmful to the body.

After drinking it for a few days, Jiang Nanqiu's spirit improved significantly, and Wei Shaoxuan felt relieved.

The sutras the monks chanted were also the very common peace sutras. At least Aunt Tian, ​​who was more knowledgeable about Buddhist scriptures, could not hear anything unusual, except that the pronunciation was occasionally a little strange.

The monk's voice was hoarse, and the scriptures he recited softly actually had a soothing effect. Even Wei Shaoxuan, who was listening to the scriptures nearby, felt less angry.

At this point, he relaxed his vigilance and suspicion a little, thinking that this person might really be a great monk. It seemed that God was unwilling to take Qiu'er's life after all, and sent someone to save her.

Also came to save him.

Jiang Nanqiu's body gained strength day by day, and she was finally able to get out of bed and walk.

Wei Shaoxuan was overjoyed and rewarded the monk handsomely. He immediately ordered people to build 100 temples in Beijing to do good deeds, and asked the monk to be the abbot of the most magnificent one. However, the monk did not ask for any reward, nor did he become the abbot. Soon after leaving the palace, he left without saying goodbye.

After recovering, Jiang Nanqiu likes needlework more than before.

She sat quietly in her room every day, carefully making all kinds of clothes, shoes and socks for her son. Although most of them were made for her son, some were also made for Wei Shaoxuan.