The baby-making system is unreliable

“My father once said that the spiritual energy within the Bishui Temple is pure, and Master Liaoyuan is a high-ranking monk who has attained enlightenment. It would be great if he could save my brother.

As she spoke, Xu Shuyao actually felt a little emotional. She was trapped in a pile of trivial matters and couldn't get out for a while, so she hadn't had a chance to go see the two of them.

She couldn't help but think of the free days on the island, when she didn't have to worry about national affairs and could just enjoy a simple life.

He didn't have to watch that man turn against his brother, he didn't have to watch his brother pass away, and he didn't have to endure the pain of letting the 'murderer' go.

"Bishui Temple? Master Liaoyuan?! Spiritual energy?! This does sound a bit magical, but since there is such a saying, maybe it is not groundless."

At this point, Du Xi's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something. He put his right hand on his brow and frowned slightly, and began to quickly search for relevant information in his mind.

He remembered that he had once read a yellowed ancient book, which seemed to mention something about gathering fetal breath, but part of it was destroyed and could not be seen clearly.

Gradually, some vague fragments emerged in his mind, and he tried hard to piece them together, trying to restore the whole thing.

After some hard thinking, Du Xi finally remembered a description in the book: "Gather the spirit at the beginning of the fetus, and after five months, you can extract blood to make an elixir, and then you can perform the reversal technique to make up for the congenital defects..."

Although this passage was brief, it made him realize that this might not be a fabrication. Perhaps Master Le Yuan really had a way. He thought he should find an opportunity to ask her.

"When the medicine is ready, you can try my new prescription and go to the palace to ask. Don't worry. I think His Majesty will also send someone to investigate the assassin. Just wait for a while."

Du Xicong also thought about waiting until he got better before trying new medicines. His pharmacy was still short of a few herbs, and he remembered that the pharmacy in the princess's mansion had some.

These days, Xu Shuyao would occasionally go to the palace to take a look. Little Xigua was of course very happy to see his mother, but he remembered the trouble he had caused, so he secretly ran behind his uncle to hide.

Look, today Xu Yimo's illness has improved a little. He can't stay in bed anymore, so he takes a walk in the yard.

The Fengyi Palace was tightly guarded from top to bottom, with no outsiders allowed to enter or leave to disturb. The only sound that could be heard around was Little Watermelon's occasional laughter.

In the small pavilion in the backyard, Little Watermelon was sitting there, eating and drinking with an empty bowl in his hands. Yun Xirou watched Xu Yimo writing and drawing on the table, sketching their appearance stroke by stroke.

At this time, he was coughing slightly, his figure looked a little thin, and he was still a little weak standing there, but it didn't matter, Yun Yirou would grind ink for him, and he looked like a handsome young man in brocade clothes.

"A-Mo, you are a pretty good painter, can you teach me? I want to learn, but no one in the mansion would teach me before."

Yun Xirou looked at the lifelike figures in the paintings and couldn't help but sigh at his superb skills. She had never learned these things.

"Okay. But I'm afraid you'll find it boring. I just came up with this when I was bored."

Xu Yimo couldn't help but think of the fact that he had no one around him before, unlike his brothers and sisters, who had all been taught by teachers and had some study companions.

He learned all these things by himself. After all, no one had ever examined his coursework, and he could never keep up with the progress of the scholars' lectures.

The scholars would give him private lectures whenever he was feeling better. At that time, he knew that he was different from them.

"You're so good at figuring things out. Um, Mo... I think you're implying something. Are you trying to say that my handwriting is too ugly?"

Yun Xirou's expression changed, and she looked at him with something strange in her eyes. Reading and writing were indeed good ways to relieve boredom these days.

"Ahem...Arou, your handwriting is not bad, actually. Um...it's just that maybe your talent lies somewhere else, ahem."

Looking at the words she wrote some time ago, Xu Yimo covered his mouth. He felt that it was very unique and he knew it was written by her at a glance.

Her eyes fell on the red silk on the tree, and she thought that the words she wrote on the red silk would look better than those written on paper.

At the very beginning, Xu Yimo discovered this and thought that the words on the red silk might have restricted her performance, so he never mentioned it again. Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was not good-looking in itself.

Although Yun Xirou was interested in those overly complicated classical Chinese texts, they were too difficult to understand, so she asked someone to find some storybooks to help her pass the time.

As a result, it turned out that those storybooks were not what she had expected. When Yun Xirou opened them, she found that they were all disgusting. She said that Xia Mo's expression was not right when she heard her asking for the storybooks.

What a coincidence that he found out about it, which was really embarrassing. Yun Xirou honestly told him that she didn't want to read the books in his study.

Little Xigua then remembered that his mother asked him to practice calligraphy, but he had forgotten about it because he was too playful, so he asked his uncle to teach him a lesson.

The two of them first took one turn and wrote only one word each. She had seen Xu Yimo's handwriting before. It was elegant and neat, and pleasing to the eye.

Although Xiao Xigua's handwriting was somewhat crooked, it was still well-formed and had a certain charm. But she was in a dilemma. She was embarrassed to write in front of them. Her handwriting was still a little bit, uh, embarrassing.

Yun Xirou looked at the two of them with an embarrassed look on her face. They wrote the same word stroke by stroke, but it was written crookedly.

The words written on the paper, uh… that, this is not as good as the words she wrote on the red silk that day, how to put it! ?

This cannot be blamed on her. In the previous time periods, either the original owners knew how to write, or they didn't need to write, or at worst, no one paid special attention to this.

Who would have thought that the Prime Minister didn't teach his own children how to write? ! She, a daughter of the Prime Minister's family, would end up like this, and people saw through this.

In the past, she would just find a corner to stay at when she attended poetry gatherings. Which young lady in the whole capital didn't know that she was not favored? Naturally, they would not take her seriously. When she was eleven or twelve years old, she was still illiterate. When she grew up, she was just treated as air.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Xigua thinks so too. Auntie's recipes are, well... I think they taste better than the ones you buy outside."

Little Watermelon listened to this, bit the pear in his mouth, the water at the bottom of the bowl was almost gone, and his little eyes were almost narrowed from smiling.

"You two, uh, you were so polite. I didn't expect to be laughed at by Little Watermelon. No, I have to practice my calligraphy, otherwise when... when the baby is born, I don't want the baby to laugh at me."

Yun Xirou understood what they meant. She seemed to have made up her mind. Her expression was very serious. It looked like she had made up her mind. She took a pen and wrote stroke by stroke beside him.

"Well...Arou, if you want to practice, practice. If you are tired, take a rest. Don't force yourself. I am afraid that Arou will get tired. Uh...if he dares to laugh at you, I will teach him a lesson."

Xu Yimo looked at the words on the paper, his eyebrows raised again and again, and he put the pen aside. Yun Yirou wrote without raising her head, and said half-angry and half-sadly: "Laugh if you want to! Don't hold it back."

She did not hear his laughter, but a familiar breath surrounded her. She only saw his hand holding her hand holding the pen, and he led her to finish writing the poem together.

There is a special spring in the branches of the night-blooming jasmine, sitting with the wind and dew into the early morning.[1]

The first half of the poem was written crookedly, and it was obviously her handwriting. A warm touch covered her hand, and the hand holding the pen felt a little hot.

His breath lingered in Yun Xirou's ears, and his breath dyed the ends of her ears red. She only needed to tilt her head slightly to see his face, which was a little pale but handsome and smooth.

Even if the bright moon shines as far as it wants, I will keep my love to myself and not show it to anyone.[1]

Yun Xirou let him lead her in a trance and finished writing the second half of the poem. Every word and sentence was written in a very neat manner.

The two hands were tightly clasped together, and around their wrists was the red rope they had obtained from the temple that day. It was blessed by the Buddha's light and would surely protect them from harm.

"Huh?! My aunt's handwriting needs my uncle to hold it in my hand to write properly. How is it like my dad teaching little watermelon how to write?"

Little Watermelon rested his chin on his hand pretending to be in deep thought. No one knew when he had finished the food on the table. The small figure stood in front of the table, looking at the two of them, and spoke innocently.

"Ahem... Oh, it's true. Xiao Mo, it doesn't matter if I watch you and your sister-in-law. I'm actually happy to watch them, but why did you ask my son to watch?!"

At some point, Xu Shuyao and Du Xicong were also standing in the corridor. She looked at the two people in the pavilion jokingly and walked over while speaking in a joking manner.

"I……"

Yun Xirou paused, dodged, and fled from Xu Yimo's arms in panic with a red face, and the pen in her hand also left the table.

Xu Yimo's expression did not change. He just looked up at the two people who were coming over, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Daddy, Mommy, you guys are here to see Little Watermelon. Little Watermelon missed you so much!!"

When Little Watermelon saw the two of them, he smiled and stretched out his hands, ran towards Du Xicong, threw his little paws into his arms, and looked at his mother beside him cautiously.

"My dear mother, please don't hit me. The pear stewed with rock sugar made by my aunt is delicious, and the little watermelon is specially left for you."

As he spoke, he was still observing his mother's expression, and obediently served today's food to her, trying to please her.

He also became familiar with Yun Xirou and the others, and talked about the food she cooked every day.

Every time Yun Xirou cooked for Xu Yimo, she would prepare an extra portion for him. After all, they both liked sweeter tastes.

The little guy pulled his mother to his small table. There were all pens and ink on that side, and all food on his side. The three of them made full use of the table, so that each of them had a purpose and no place was empty.

"Come, give me a hug. You naughty little monkey, it's all your fault that I can't eat my favorite lychees. But, mother forgives you, who made your aunt's food so popular?!"

Xu Shuyao took two sips, then held the little guy in her arms, hugged the tiny person lovingly, and glanced at Du Xicong with some displeasure, as she always felt that her son was closer to her.

The mother and son hugged each other sweetly for a while. They had something to say, so Caiyue (Xu Shuyao's maid) took the young master to the yard to play and left.

Little Watermelon likes the tree very much, especially when he knows that it was planted by his uncle himself, he becomes even more curious and likes to play there.

"Let's take your pulse first. Who of you two will go first?!"

Du Xicong looked at the two of them calmly, glanced at them left and right, and after drinking two cups of tea, it was time to take their pulses.

It's really funny. I didn't expect that one day, the two of them would have to queue up to have their pulse checked. It was really funny.

Xu Shuyao just glanced at him and gave him a speechless look. She was used to Du Xicong pretending to be deep and she couldn't help but want to hit him.

Du Xicong coughed lightly, and without saying anything more, he took action and directly took Yun Xirou's pulse. This time the diagnosis was more detailed and indeed verified his previous guess.

But he didn't say much, just told her to be careful to take care of the fetus, wrote a new prescription, and adjusted a few herbs.

When it was Xu Yimo's turn, the two women beside him couldn't help but look at him, revealing a bit of nervousness and concern in their eyes.

On the other hand, Xu Yimo's expression was very calm. After all, he had been treated by many doctors before, and he had long been accustomed to it. So much so that when Yun Yirou tied a red string around his neck two days ago and told him that there was a way to relieve his symptoms, he was happy, but more importantly, he felt sorry for her hard work on the road.

Xu Shuyao frowned slightly and pursed her lips, as if she was nervously waiting for his diagnosis results.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to become a little solemn. Everyone looked at Du Xicong quietly, expecting him to bring a glimmer of hope and turnaround.

"What's the matter?! Why don't you tell me? You're going to worry me to death!" Xu Shuyao was so impatient that she couldn't wait any longer. She widened her eyes and stared at the person in front of her, eager to know the answer.

Xu Shuyao stamped her feet anxiously, walked around in the pavilion, and kept urging: "Du Xicong, tell me quickly! What's going on?"

The air around her seemed to become tense, and she felt that the waiting time was extremely long. Her breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Finally, she couldn't help but yelled, "If you don't tell me, I'll be so anxious!" Her voice echoed in the air, carrying endless anxiety and uneasiness.

"Well, don't worry. His condition is much better than before. Continue taking the medicine for the past few days. When it's finished, try my new prescription. Can my sister-in-law talk to me in detail about Master Yuan's method?!"

Yun Xirou knew that he had seen through it and wanted to talk to him in detail, so she nodded and responded to his words.

"Okay, I just happened to have something important to discuss with Xiao Mo. There are some matters in the court that I want to discuss with him."

Xu Shuyao also had something to ask, especially about the last assassination. After investigating for a few days, she had some guesses of her own.

[1] The night-blooming jasmine has a different kind of spring, sitting in the breeze and dew into the morning. Even if the bright moon shines, I will hide my love for you. — "Hehuan" by Ji Kang of the Three Kingdoms