The baby-making system is unreliable

After Xu Shuyao finished speaking, the brother and sister entered the hall together, leaving Yun Xirou and the other two alone in the pavilion.

Looking at their departing backs, Yun Xirou couldn't help but feel relieved.

She turned to look at Du Xicong, and seeing that he had a calm expression and was holding a cup of tea, she knew that he must have guessed it.

"This was given to me by Master Liaoyuan. I haven't dared to tell anyone else these days. When Ah Mo asked me, I just said that the master gave me a method and I wanted to find you to confirm it first."

Du Xicong nodded, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, he put down the cup in his hand, took the prescription and looked at it carefully.

After a long time, he sighed a little bit, and looked at Yun Xirou with a little more inquiry. Such a prescription would not be his first choice, but it could make up for his congenital defect.

"This method is indeed feasible, but it can only keep him going a little longer and it cannot completely cure the disease. Moreover, you look fine now, but once two months have passed, the fetus in your belly will demand more and more from your body. By then, he will also become suspicious, and you may not be able to hide it even if you want to."

The sunlight filtered through the carved patterns on the pavilion, falling in patches and crisscross patterns, making Du Xicong's face look more melancholy. He spoke with his eyes slightly narrowed, seeming a little unhappy.

"But don't we have a miracle doctor like you, brother-in-law? I can definitely keep it a secret from him for a while. From the beginning, I never thought of hiding it from you. I only wanted to keep it from him."

Yun Xirou looked at him calmly. She knew he would definitely not agree, so she decided to take the medicine without her permission.

A few months later, her blood would be needed to make pills, which would require a reliable doctor, so she didn't want to hide it from Du Xicong from the beginning.

"I want him to live longer, and to have more fun in his world, instead of just boring memorials, day after day, year after year."

Yun Xirou looked at his paintings on the table. His solitary painting style might be the product of his loneliness and solitude day after day.

He couldn't walk out of the square palace. He saw similar things and walked through similar places day after day. He was trapped here.

Yun Xirou didn’t know whether he really wanted to stay here, but she just thought that if life had an end, then at least the process could not be empty.

Du Xicong looked at her with light in her eyes and finally agreed to her request. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll keep it a secret for you. After half a month, I'll try my new prescription and prescribe some medicine for you."

According to the current situation, Du Xicong is not planning to leave Beijing for the time being, so it would be a good opportunity for him to take this opportunity to reunite with his family.

"Thank you very much." Yun Xirou nodded slightly to express her gratitude. It was indeed much more convenient to have a skilled doctor by her side.

"Airou, there is one more thing I want to ask you. Are the assassins we met that day and the people behind them familiar to Xu Amo and sister?! I know he is worried about me and doesn't want me to think too much. But I..."

Yun Xirou had some guesses in her mind, but she never said them out loud. When she mentioned it to Amo before, she saw from his expression that he seemed to know about it, or maybe he had his own ideas in mind but just didn't want to talk about it with her.

He just told her to be more careful in the future and sent many guards to protect her, but she still couldn't help but want to know, and she had a vague feeling that this matter was related to his deceased brother.

That day, he stared at the Nine Rings in a daze, as if he was thinking about something. When he recalled some bad things, Yun Xirou became more certain.

Du Xicong thought she was afraid of meeting him again, so he comforted her a little, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. He didn't tell you because he didn't want you to worry. So, I can't go into details, but this time it may be related to an 'old friend'."

However, many of them are just guesses and there is no way to confirm them. He can only give a rough idea. After all, what he knows is not complete.

"I don't know everything about what happened back then. I only know that the man seemed to be the companion of Shuyao and the late emperor (brother Xu Zhaolin). The details are not something to be happy about. You should be at ease. I think it would be difficult for him to enter the palace and assassinate."

When Du Xi entered the palace to diagnose the late emperor, he was already almost terminally ill, with the poison penetrating into his bones. Even with his extraordinary medical skills, he could only provide a brief moment of recovery.

Unfortunately, he entered the palace too late, as the late emperor was already dying that day. Otherwise, there might have been a chance to save him.

At that time, Du Xicong had no choice but to give him acupuncture, allowing him to regain consciousness for a moment, and then gave him some instructions for his funeral.

"Study companion? I've never heard of it before. I don't think it's a happy thing. Thank you brother-in-law for telling me. I know about it now."

Yun Xirou was very tactful and did not ask any more questions. Even a few words could give some clues. After all, this matter was a royal secret and concerned the late emperor himself, so Amo was naturally unwilling to mention it.

If it was something worth celebrating, how come almost no one knew about it? And how come it was covered up in every possible way?!

Her mind was reeling back to memories from a few years ago, but her impression of what happened back then was very vague, as her attention during that time was almost entirely on her brother.

All I know is that before and after the death of the late emperor, my brother had a fever and was in a daze almost the whole day. When his illness got a little better, the whole country mourned during the national mourning period.

Why could she remember it? First, her younger brother was ill and had not recovered for many days, and she had been working hard without a break; second, her second younger sister had also become restrained and could not attend the poetry gathering during the national mourning period, so she came to make a few sarcastic remarks when she had nothing to do.

Poetry gathering?! Oh, it seems that a poetry gathering was cancelled due to the national mourning, but it was held later. I remember that the eldest daughter of Marquis Boping mentioned it.

It is said that a companion was "dealt with". What was his name? His surname seems to be An, and his origin is not very clear. I only heard that he seemed to have always been with the late emperor and had been a companion to several princes since childhood.

"Daddy, what are you talking about?! Little Watermelon is hungry, when are we going to eat?!"

Little Watermelon ran to the pavilion pitifully again, threw himself into his father's arms and acted coquettishly. There were beads of sweat on the little guy's forehead, his little face was red, and his childish voice sounded very cute.

"You little greedy cat, why are you hungry again? You just ate something and you're hungry again not long after."

Du Xicong hugged his son. The little guy came out from some corner, his face was covered with spots like a little cat. She straightened his clothes helplessly and spoke with a smile in her eyes.

"What do you want to eat, little watermelon? Can your aunt ask someone to prepare it for you?!"

Yun Yirou looked at the little fellow in front of her with a heart full of affection. She gently stroked Little Watermelon's head, her eyes full of tenderness and care.

Little Watermelon blinked, and his round eyes sparkled with innocence.

He looked up at Yun Xirou, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a lovely smile.

"I want to eat cakes and watermelon. Daddy, it won't rain today, can Little Watermelon eat watermelon?"

Little Watermelon spoke like a spoiled child, afraid that his father would disagree; his little expression was lively and cute.

Yun Xirou couldn't help laughing. She thought this little guy was so cute.

So she smiled and said to Little Watermelon, "Okay, Auntie will ask someone to prepare it right away. But first you have to tell me, what kind of cake do you like best?"

Little Watermelon thought for a moment, scratched his head, and answered, "I like red bean cakes, mung bean cakes, and osmanthus cakes."

After saying this, he licked his lips, as if he couldn't wait to taste these delicious pastries.

Yun Xirou nodded to show that she understood. Then, she told the maid beside her to go to the kitchen to prepare the cakes that Xiao Xigua liked.

Not long after, the maids brought in plates of exquisite pastries. When Little Watermelon saw these delicacies, his eyes lit up.

He happily picked up a piece of red bean cake and put it into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste.

……

It was clearly autumn and the weather had turned cooler, but Yun Xirou did not feel a bit of coolness. Instead, she felt extremely hot.

This feeling made her feel confused and uneasy, because according to common sense, autumn should bring cool air, not this unbearable heat.

"Arou, wake up. Why do you get hot so easily recently?!"

Xu Yimo has been feeling better these days and would handle some government affairs in the afternoon. Looking at Yun Xirou who was still lying on the couch, there was some worry in his eyes.

She has been sleeping for a long time. Recently, her mental state seems to be not very good, and she is prone to fever, even though it is already cool autumn.

These symptoms made Xu Yimo worry about her health, and he wanted to ask a doctor to take her pulse every day.

Since he felt better, Yun Xirou's condition has become worse. When she asked her brother-in-law, he just said that women's pregnancy reactions are different, and told him not to worry and just take good care of her.

But he couldn't help but worry whether she had some disease or if there was some other reason for her condition.

"Amo!? Uh? I... am very hot, sleepy, uh... want to sleep."

Yun Xirou has also recently felt that her limbs have become heavy and weak, as if they were being dragged down by an invisible force and unable to move.

Every time she stood up or moved, it took more effort, and it made her feel exhausted.

She never expected to feel so uncomfortable so early in the morning. She always felt extremely sleepy and wanted to find a place to rest no matter where or when.

Even during the day, she would occasionally feel a strong sense of sleepiness that made it difficult for her to concentrate.

"The windows are open?! Don't... don't move. Cover yourself with the quilt and don't move around. You'll catch a cold easily. Ah Rou, do you want to get up and move around? Please get up!"

Looking at Yun Xirou who had slept for almost two hours, Xu Yimo couldn't help but worry. He always asked her out of habit and could only feel at ease when he heard her voice.

"No, I'm sleepy. I want to sleep, Ah Mo, I feel uncomfortable and hot."

Yun Xirou muttered to herself and was unwilling to get up. She was always very sleepy at this time every day.

Sometimes she would think that maybe this was just a temporary discomfort and she would be able to return to normal after a good rest.

Xu Yimo frowned, quickly put down the red brush in his hand, strode to her side and sat down, gently holding her hand, and said softly: "Be good, be obedient, cover yourself with the quilt, don't move around, it's easy to catch a cold."

As he spoke, he carefully covered her with the thin blanket that she had pulled aside, for fear of waking her up.

Looking at her cute and adorable sleeping face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pity in my heart.

However, at this moment, Yun Xirou's slender arms stopped her from moving. She turned over with difficulty and muttered, "Um... No, it's too hot."

Xu Yimo smiled helplessly and whispered in her ear: "It's not hot, it's not hot, the windows are open, just cover yourself up."

She shook her head drowsily and reached out her hand to try to push away the thin blanket, but soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Xu Yimo could only touch her head lovingly, sighed, and thought: Is her condition really normal? It's really worrying!

Then, another half a month passed, and Yun Xirou's condition did not improve, but became worse and worse.

She had lost a lot of weight, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes had lost their former luster. She looked very haggard.

Moreover, her body became increasingly tired. She lay in bed all day and even moving a finger was difficult for her.

Every morning when I wake up, I vomit non-stop, almost until I vomit out everything in my stomach.

"Arou, how could it be so serious?!" Xu Yimo has been worried about this matter recently. He frowned all day long and couldn't let it go.

He felt heartbroken when he saw his wife in pain, but he didn't know how to help her.

He could only pat her back gently and comfort her: "Arou, don't be afraid, I'm here with you."

However, the situation did not improve, but became worse. Yun Xirou's face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and she looked very haggard.

Xu Yimo was extremely anxious, but he could do nothing. He asked a doctor to see her, but he said it was a normal pregnancy reaction, just more severe for some people.

Yun Xirou knew that it was not a good idea to continue like this. Fortunately, Du Xicong knew the inside story and added a few herbs to her pregnancy-maintaining medicine to relieve the symptoms.

So, both of them had to drink new medicine. Xu Yimo was worried about Yun Xirou, so he drank the bowl of medicine without saying a word.

Sure enough, the same thing happened to Yun Xirou. After taking a sip, she couldn't help but spit it out, vomiting out all the medicine she had just drunk.

Seeing this, Xu Yimo quickly supported her and asked softly, "How is it? Are you okay?"

Seeing that her condition showed no signs of improvement, I could only boil a few more bowls of medicine.

Yun Yirou shook her head, raised her eyes with a wry smile, and said with a sour breath, "It's okay... I just feel like I can't drink it."

She wanted to force herself to finish the drink, but she just couldn't.

Xu Yimo sighed, patted her back distressedly, and said, "Arou, you've suffered. I never thought I would make you so uncomfortable."

"Amo, it's been a while. I want to go out and bask in the sun, why doesn't Little Watermelon come to see me!?"

Yun Xirou shook her head slightly. Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy, her emotions were fluctuating greatly. She couldn't stop crying as she spoke in grievance.